Y/N POV
The morning, I woke up after a good night's sleep without nightmares next to Hermione who was still snuggled next to me as her arms were wrapped around my neck while Snuffles was quietly sleeping in between us. It was really cute, Hermione was softly snoring next to me, so I put my hand to her cheek and kissed her forehead. I heard her groan as the brown-haired beauty woke up and smiled at me.
"Hey," She said softly.
"Hey, you," I said to her as she giggled. "Thank you."
"For what?" She asked with another smile.
"Being here with me," I said as I kissed her. "Whenever I'm with you... all my pain, all my worries go away. All thanks to you, 'Mione."
She rolled on top of me with a giggle. "Always." She added with another kiss. "I'm always gonna be there for you. For the rest of my life too when that time comes too. I love you so much."
(A/N: I will never stop using this gif... NEVER!)
"I love you more," I said as we kissed again. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I wrapped mine around her body as she giggled even more. I sat up in my bed and continued to kiss her as she did the same. I even felt her hand go in my shirt as her fingers ran over my chest.
"Hermione!" I gasped. "There are children here..." I gestured to Snuffles, who was still asleep.
"Oh, right," Hermione said shyly. "I nearly forgot Snuffles was here." She let go and scooped Snuffles in her arms and rocked him as she sat back down next to me. I wrapped my arm around her as she looked at me and back at Snuffles with a smile on her face.
"I just love our little Niffler baby so much," She said as she gently stroked Snuffles' fur. "And I love you just as much." I kissed her neck as she laughed a little. We sat there for a while watching Snuffles until Harry and Ron walked by. "Oh, are we interrupting something?" Ron asked.
"What's Hermione doing here?" Harry asked.
'Shit.... What am I supposed to say?!' I thought to myself. 'Oh, I know!'
"Oh, Snuffles here was missing his Mummy," I said.
"Y/N told me about it since Snuffles loves us like his own parents," Hermione said. "I was happy to come here and watch Snuffles with Y/N, I didn't even realize that I fell asleep." She took my hand under the sheets as she intertwined her fingers with mine, hoping Harry and Ron bought it.
"Oh, alright then," Harry said. "I guess that makes sense. By the way, Sirius is here in Hogsmeade." He walked over to us with the letter while Hermione still held Snuffles.
Be at stile at end out of Hogsmeade (past Dervish and Banges) at two o'clock on Saturday afternoon. Bring as much food as you can.
"He hasn't come back to Hogsmeade?" I asked.
"It looks like it..." Hermione said.
"I can't believe him," Harry said, "if he's caught . . ."
"Made it so far, though, hasn't he?" Ron said. "And it's not like the place is swarming with dementors anymore."
"Fair point," I said as I lifted the sheets off Hermione and I. Ron and Harry left to get ready for classes as I began to get ready while Hermione had used the same spell I used at the Yule Ball to put herself in her Gryffindor robes.
"Hey, Y/N?" She asked. "Could I wear this after classes today?"
I turned around to find her in my hoodie, which was a bit big for her as she smiled adorably at me. I walked back to her in front of her and whispered in her ear, "You could wear anything of mine if you're gonna look that cute in them."
She blushed as she hit me playfully. "You always have to do that, don't you?"
"Of course!" I said. "You're cute when you're flustered, Babe."
She giggled as she removed my hoodie, making her hair a little messy. "Come on, let's get to class." She kissed me quickly as we left the room.
As we entered the courtyard with Lana, a group of Slytherins consisting of Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, Pansy Parkinson and a group of Slytherins were laughing their hearts out as they drew their eyes towards us. "There they are, there they are!" Pansy said. "The Spawn of Grindelwald are here! You might find something to interest the both of you!" She threw a paper at us as Lana caught it and brought it to us. On the front, there were two pictures; one of Krum and one of me.
GRANDSON OF GRINDELWALD FIGHTS KRUM!
Earlier of this week, the 5th and 6th champions were exposed as the grandchildren of Gellert Grindelwald, writes attractive blond Rita Skeeter.
Nothing about her speaks of attractiveness.
After the news broke out, Y/N Lovegood took it upon himself to fight Viktor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker for the national team, for no reason whatsoever. Krum managed to knock out Y/N, and had even attacked Lana Lovegood out of his own defense.
My fists balled up as the paper crumbled in my hands. That bitch is lying, Krum's the one who attacked me! He attacked Lana for no reason!
No word on how Hermione Granger, Y/N's Muggle-born Girlfriend has reacted. She has shown feelings towards the 5th champion of the Triwizard Tournament, and many students have been wondering as to how Miss Granger had won his heart.
"She's really ugly," says Pansy Parkinson, a pretty and vivacious fourth-year student, "but she'd be well up to making a Love Potion, she's quite brainy. I think that's how she's doing it."
She's... She's joking right?
PANSY IS ANYTHING BUT 'PRETTY' OR 'VIVACIOUS'!
And Hermione isn't ugly!
Love Potions are, of course, banned at Hogwarts, and no doubt Albus Dumbledore will want to investigate these claims. However, Y/N Lovegood has to control his temper around the champions. Who knows what could happen if he attacks Harry Potter?
"See, Lovegoods?" Pansy kept saying. "Krum attacked you out of defense!"
Lana walked up to Pansy as her right eye glowed at her and the other Slytherins.
"Shut your mouth, you prissy bitch," She hissed at her. "Krum attacked my brother, not how Skeeter said it. Think about your words before you talk shit, Parkinson." She looked at the other Slytherins and glared at them as they all cowered in fear. As she walked back to us, Ron and Harry were gasping at what had happened.
"That... was... incredible..." Ron said as Lana blushed a little. "You got Parkinson to shut her mouth!"
"You know, now that I think of it," Lana said. "How did Skeeter know Krum attacked me?"
"Or that Krum fought Y/N?" Hermione added as she snuck her hand into mine. "She wasn't there with Fleur when she found him and she didn't see the fight, so how did she know? Does she have an invisibility cloak too?"
"I don't know, 'Mione," I said to her. "We just have to see how she does it..."
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Lana POV
The next day was Saturday, when Uncle Sirius would be in Hogsmeade. Unfortunately, thanks to Rita Skeeter, we couldn't go down with the others, so Y/N and I used our Animagus forms to get down there first and find Sirius ourselves. As we arrived, Hermione, Harry and Ron came down minutes later as we watched them as a wolf and eagle respectively.
We met up with the others and turned back into humans as we walked to find Sirius. As Ron and Harry went on with me, Hermione embraced Y/N in a passionate kiss before coming with us with the chicken we brought. We found Uncle Sirius and gave him the food. As he began to eat we told him about everything that happened. He even had our gifts for us too, which were Leather biker jackets. Harry was really nervous about what would happen if Sirius was caught.
"You five and Dumbledore are the only ones around here who know I'm an Animagus," Sirius assured us as we passed him the Daily Prophet. As he read the headline, he spit out the chicken he was trying to eat and yelled, "They know?!"
"Yep," I said. "Krum even attacked Y/N when he was alone."
"He what!?" Sirius said aloud. "I should have expected it, especially from Karkaroff's student."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Karkaroff was a Death Eater," Sirius said. "I suspect he must have thought his students some spell of his." Along with the Grindelwald headline, it also had articles of Mr. Crouch going missing (that's why Percy was at the task) and Bertha Jorkins still being missing. Harry did mention he looked ill and how he had fired Winky as Sirius' face frowned.
"It's not like Crouch," he said. "If he's ever taken a day off work because if Illness before this. I'll eat Buckbeak."
"D'you know Crouch, then?"
"Oh, I know Crouch all right. He was the one who gave the order for me to be sent to Azkaban -- without a trial."
"What?!" We all had said in unison.
"You're kidding!" Harry said.
"No, I'm not," Sirius had said before another bit of chicken. "Crouch used to be Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, didn't you know? He was tipped for the next Minister of Magic. He's a great wizard, Barty Crouch, powerfully magical - and power-hungry. Oh never a Voldemort supporter. No, Barty Crouch was always very outspoken against the Dark Side. However, Crouch's own son was caught with a group of Death Eaters who'd managed to talk their way out of Azkaban. Apparently they were trying to find Voldemort and return him to power."
Hermione gasped as she clutched Y/N's hand. "Crouch's son was caught?"
"Yep," Sirius said as he eyed the two carefully and threw some chicken to Buckbeak, who Y/N had bowed and stroked him carefully with his hand. "Nasty little shock for old Barty, I'd imagine. Should have spent a bit more time at home with his family, shouldn't he? Ought to have left the office early once in a while . . . gotten to know his own son."
"Was his son a Death Eater?" Harry asked him.
"No idea," Sirius said. "I was in Azkaban myself when he was brought in. This is mostly stuff I've found out since I got out. The boy was definitely caught in the company of people I'd bet my life were Death Eaters - but he might have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like the house-elf."
"Did Crouch let his son off?" Y/N asked which earned Sirius' maniacal laughter.
"Crouch let his son off? Y/N, you who most likely know what he'd do to Death Eaters! Anything that threatened to tarnish his reputation had to go; he had dedicated his whole life to becoming Minister of Magic. You saw him dismiss a devoted house-elf because she associated him with the Dark Mark again - doesn't that tell you what he's like? Crouch's fatherly affection stretched just far enough to give his son a trial, and by all accounts, it wasn't much more than an excuse for Crouch to show how much he hated the boy . . . then he sent him straight to Azkaban."
"Great, I hate him even more now," He said. "Not as much as Fudge though."
"He's not in Azkaban anymore," Sirius said. "He died about a year after they brought him in. Now what's this about Fudge?"
"He tried to arrest them," Ron said. "Came in and brought a whole squad of Aurors. Addison was practically about to curse them all."
Sirius chuckled for a little. "That's my cousin alright. Speaking of which, what's the time?"
"It's half past three," Hermione said as she looked at her wrist.
"You'd better get back to school," Sirius said "Now listen . . I don't want you lot sneaking out of school to see me, all right? Just send notes to me here. I still want to hear about anything odd. But you're not to go leaving Hogwarts without permission; it would be an ideal opportunity for someone to attack you."
"No-one tired to attack us but dragons, merpeople and Krum for Y/N," Harry said.
"I don't care!" Sirius scowled. "I'll breathe freely again when this tournament is over, and that's not until June. And don't forget, if you're talking about me among yourselves, call me Nibbles."
(A/N: In the original, Sirius asked to be called Snuffles, and we can't use that cause Snuffles the Niffler.)
As Harry, Ron and Hermione walked out, Y/N and I thanked Sirius for our gifts as he said, "Ahh, no, think of them as 15 years of presents from your uncle." He smiled. "Besides, your girlfriend can wear your jacket too, Y/N." He added with a wink.
Y/N had the same reaction from Dumbledore's as Sirius chuckled. "You and Hermione, you reminded me of Langden and Addison back at Hogwarts. You both even act the same way too. Come on, I'll walk you lot out." He turned into the great black dog and walked out through the village as Y/N took Hermione's hand.
"Wonder if Percy knows all that stuff about Crouch?" Ron asked us. "But maybe he doesn't care... it'd probably just make him admire Crouch even more. "
"He knows that Crouch speaks 112 languages," I said. "Practically Crouch's very own Colin Creevy."
"Yeah, Percy loves rules," He continued. "He'd just say Crouch was refusing to break them for his own son."
"Percy would never throw any of his family to the dementors," Hermione said.
"I don't know," Ron said. "If he thought we were standing in the way of his career . . . Percy's really ambitious, you know. . . ."
"If he is like that, Ron, the Sorting Hat should have put him in Slytherin," Y/N said. "And if he did do that, he's a piece of crap and I'd hurt him myself. No-one does that to anyone I care about and gets away with it." As Hermione heard him, she got closer to him and snuggled herself into him..
"Poor old Nibbles." Ron said. "He must really like you three... Imagine having to live off Rats..."
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Hermione POV
A couple months went by ever since Sirius came by and things haven't really been that great. After the news of Y/N and Lana's grandfather came out, many people have sent in hate mail to the both of them. The latest ones were really nasty.
I don't know what that Muggle girl sees in you. You're a monster. I hope she gets with Harry Potter and doesn't talk to you anymore.
Hope the Ministry throws you both in Azkaban.
Why the hell did you attack Krum, you bloody idiot? He's so much better than you.
You're scum, Grindelwald. Rot in hell, bastards.
Y/N had loads of them come in the Common Room. When they first came in, he threw them all into the fire and didn't look back. Then practically hundreds came in, which caused him to spend all night to destroy them all. I came across him trying to destroy them with a scowl on his face. I immediately came over to him and helped him destroy them. Soon enough, all the Gryffindors pitched in and helped him, regardless of those accusations. But that didn't stop those readers. They were relentless...
"They're all like it!" I said as I looked through the ones that came today. "'Y/N, you are a sick bastard. And you're a monster'." I quickly burned it as Y/N grabbed the last one. "You are not a monster!" I said as I kissed his cheek. Everyone knew I kiss his cheeks so it wasn't a problem.
"That's odd..." Y/N said. "This only has one word on it... It just says, 'Monster'. Ouch..."
"At least that's the last one," I said to him.
"No, that's not it," Y/N said as he held his arm and fell to the ground, yelling in pain, while he still held his arm. Ron, Harry and Lana immediately got out of their seats and I went down to the floor with them.
"Y/N!?" I said. "What's wrong!? Are you okay, say something!"
"Arm!" He yelled. "My left arm!"
Lana removed his robes and gasped. His left arm sleeve was stained with blood as she rolled it up to find the same word etched on his skin, cutting into his arm as blood seeped out.
The word, 'Monster' was so deep into his skin that he had passed out from blood loss. Seamus and Dean came and offered to take him to the hospital wing. I argued to come with them, and eventually after a dispute, they had allowed me to come with them. As the boys walked into the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey gasped as she saw the wound. Dean and Seamus said that they would tell Professor Sprout what happened and where we'd gone, but Professor McGonagall came in and let them know she had already let Sprout know.
Madam Pomfrey healed the wound with some Essence of Dittany, which helped stop the bleeding, but the word, 'Monster' remained as a scar on his skin. Y/N woke up from the stinging and found Madam Pomfrey in front of him.
"Ahh, you're awake, Mr. Lovegood!" She cried in relief. "I pity you, you don't deserve this kind of pain. I managed to clear the blood, but the scar is still there. I've covered it for you. I'm sure Miss Granger will help you."
"Thank you, Poppy," Professor McGonagall said. "Before you both go, I would like to ask you a question. How did this happen?"
"A letter," I answered for him. "As he read the word, it put itself on his skin."
"Do you still have the letter?" She asked.
"No," I said. "Y/N and Lana have been getting loads of it, I've been helping them to destroy them."
"Very well," Professor McGonagall said concerningly. "You both can go to Hagrid's, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Miss Lovegood have arrived there."
We left the hospital wing, hand-in-hand as I held him close to me. Since we were alone, I kissed him right on the lips as he returned it.
"Why did you do that?" He asked after we separated. "I mean, I'm not complaining or anything..."
"Because I love you," I said. "And no one can make me think otherwise." I added with another kiss.
"I love you too, 'Mione," He said with another smile.
We arrived at Hagrids, where I found familiar creatures around. "Wait, are those..."
"Nifflers!" Y/N said excitedly. "We should have brought Snuffles! Wait, hang on."
He disappeared for a moment, he must have used that ring he has. Moments later, he reappeared with Snuffles in his hands as the Niffler looked in confusion as to how he got there but still he was happy to be with us.
"Oh there y'are, Hermione, Y/N!" Hagrid bellowed as we walked to Lana, Ron and Harry. "Thought you'd like this, and you brought your Niffler! Hello, Snuffles!" He said to the Niffler, which looked tiny in his hands.
"Well, let's check how yeh've done!" He said to the other students. "Count yer coins! An' there's no point tryin' ter steal any, Goyle. It's Leprechaun gold. Vanishes after a few hours."
Goyle emptied himself of the false gold as he adopted a sad look. Y/N said in my head. 'Isn't there a holiday to Muggles known as Saint Patrick's Day with their kind of fool's gold? And isn't that called pyrite?'
I was surprised. Y/N had never been to the Muggle world, even if he was a Half-Blood and I was impressed he found out about the Muggle World.
'Look at you, learning about the Muggle World!' I said back. 'I'm proud of you, sweetheart.'
'Well, I wanted to know about it, Love,' He said again with a blush. 'But I'd like my girlfriend to teach me more about it too.'
'I want to kiss you right now...'
'Don't worry you will, Babe.'
"What happened ter your arm, Y/N?" Hagrid said with a concerned look.
"Long story short, someone etched a word on my arm and now it's a scar." He said.
"Aaah, don' worry," Hagrid said calmly "I got some o' those letters an' all, after Rita Skeeter wrote abou' me mum. 'Yeh're a monster an' yeh should be put down.' 'Yer mother killed innocent people an' if you had any decency you'd jump in a lake.' They're just nutters, chuck em away."
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Easter came around and Percy's letter about Crouch came in along with gifts from Mrs. Weasley. We had all gotten Easter eggs, and Mrs. Weasley also sent an apology note to Y/N and Lana since she knew them personally. We also peered a look into Percy's note, but it didn't look good.
As I am constantly telling the Daily Prophet, Mr. Crouch is taking a well-deserved break. He is sending in regular owls with instructions. No, I haven't actually seen him, but I think I can be trusted to know my own superior's handwriting. I have quite enough to do at the moment without trying to quash these ridiculous rumors. Please don't bother me again unless it's something important. Happy Easter.
"Wow..." Y/N said. "I know we say ginger idiot a lot to you Ron, and I do apologize, but Percy is more than that, he's a dickhead. But this time, he is... a douche!"
"No worries, mate," Ron said. "I did kinda deserve it."
Harry POV
"You three are to go down to the Quidditch Field at nine o'clock." Professor McGonagall told us. "Mr. Bagman will be there to tell the champions about the third task."
As the time came, Y/N and I left the Common Room to pick up Lana after Hermione and Y/N were talking in private. As we walked to the Ravenclaw Tower, Cedric came with us and joined us on our walk.
"What do you reckon it's going to be?" Y/N said. "Fleur keeps going on about underground tunnels; She reckons we've got to find treasure."
"You and Lana have been talking to Fleur a lot recently," I said. "I thought you fancied Hermione?"
"I do, Harry," He said. "Fleur has been talking with us, yes. But she's not hitting on me or anything. In fact, she has been treating us better than how we first met her. Almost as if she's become an older sister to us."
We got Lana and walked down to the Pitch, where it was now having hedges sprouting out in each direction. "What've they done to it?" Cedric asked.
"It kinda of looks like a maze..." Lana said.
"Hello there!" Bagman said as he jumped out of nowhere.
(A/N: General Kenobi! Haha, beat y'all)
As Fleur laid her eyes on Y/N and Lana, she greeted them and hugged them while beaming at me and Cedric and glaring at Krum with a look that could kill.
"Well, what d'you think?" Bagman continued. "Growing nicely, aren't they? Give them a month and Hagrid'll have them twenty feet high. Don't worry, you'll have your Quidditch field back to normal once the task is over! Now, I imagine you can guess what we're making here?"
"Maze," Krum grunted.
"No f***ing shit, Sherlock," Y/N said under his breath.
"That's right! A maze. The third task's really very straightforward. The Triwizard Cup will be placed in the center of the maze. The first champion to touch it will receive full marks."
"We seemply 'ave to get through the maze?" Fleur asked him.
"There will be obstacles," Bagman said as he bounced with joy. "Hagrid is providing a number of creatures . . . then there will be spells that must be broken . . . all that sort of thing, you know. Now, the champions who are leading on points will get a head start into the maze. Then Mr. Krum will enter . . . then Miss Delacour. But you'll all be in with a fighting chance, depending how well you get past the obstacles. Should be fun, eh?"
"Very well . . . if you haven't got any questions, we'll go back up to the castle, shall we, it's a bit chilly, oh and here are your uniforms for the task." He passed them out as Y/N looked at it, stared a little and ran off to who knows where.
As we began to leave, I felt a hand on my shoulder as I turned to find the last person I wanted to see.
Viktor Krum.
"Could I haff a vord?"
"Why should I?" I asked rudely. "You fought my friend when he didn't do anything to you!"
"You know he is Grindel-vald's grandson," He grunted. "I mean to explain. Vill you valk vith me?"
"Sure," I said.
He walked me over to the forest. "Don't vant to be overheard." Krum said as we came through the forest. As we came to a patch of trees, i heard Krum saying, "Vhy are you friends vith them?" He asked me. "They are monsters."
"Why am I friends with them?" I asked. "Y/N and Lana saved my life countless times! Y/N killed a Basilisk and saved me, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood in our second year! Y/N protected Hermione when she was discriminated against! He was one of the first friends I've ever made and I don't care if he is Grindelwald's grandson!"
Krum's face turned. "He has really done that? All of vhat?"
"Yeah, he has!" I shouted. "And you went after a girl who's younger than you by four bloody years! That's just really wrong!"
Krum nodded as he looked down. "Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps he is better for her then."
Something moved behind us as we turned around. Mr. Crouch came out, his robes ripped and bloody, his face scratched and unshaven as he muttered around.
"Vosn't he a judge?"Krum said as Crouch was talking to a tree. "Isn't he vith your Ministry?"
". . . and when you've done that, Weatherby, send an owl to Dumbledore confirming the number of Durmstrang students who will be attending the tournament, Karkaroff has just sent word there will be twelve. . . ."
"Mr. Crouch?" I asked, but I don't think he could have heard me.
". . . and then send another owl to Madame Maxime, because she might want to up the number of students she's bringing, now Karkaroff's made it a round dozen . . . do that, Weatherby, will you? Will you? Will . . ."
"Mr. Crouch?" I said . "Are you all right?"
"Vot is wrong with him?"
"No idea," I said. "Listen, you'd better go and get someone -"
"Dumbledore!" Mr. Crouch yelled. "I need... see... Dumbledore."
"Get up, Mr. Crouch," I said. "Get up, I'll take you to Dumbledore!"
"Who...you?"
"I'm a student at the school."
"You're not... his?"
He grabbed my robes. "Warn... Dumbledore...."
"I'll get Dumbledore if you let go of me. Just let go, Mr. Crouch, and I'll get him. . . ."
"Thank you, Weatherby, and when you have done that, I would like a cup of tea. My wife and son will be arriving shortly, we are attending a concert tonight with Mr. and Mrs. Fudge. Yes, my son has recently gained twelve O.W.L.s, most satisfactory, yes, thank you, yes, very proud indeed. Now, if you could bring me that memo from the Andorran Minister of Magic, I think I will have time to draft a response. . . ."
"He is mad," Krum said with his eyes wide.
"Just stay with him," I said. "I'll go get Dumbledore." And with that, I rushed off to find Dumbledore.
3rd POV
As Harry had ran off to find Dumbledore, Lana went back to the Ravenclaw tower as she looked at her uniform. There was something about it that she recognized about it, but she couldn't put her finger on it. However, her brother had figured it out.
Y/N ran into the Astronomy Tower, where Professor Trelawney's classroom. He would have gone to his girlfriend, Hermione, but he had to figure something out before he told her. He looked at his ring and looked back to the latch as he focused on the inside of the room. He teleported inside and began to search the room, hoping Trelawney wouldn't spook him with her bugged-eyed glasses.
"Come on, come on!" He said to himself. "Where is that damn thing?" He searched the room until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the object and grinned to himself.
What he had grabbed was a crystal ball. The one that proved he was a Seer. The very thing that had first placed the nightmares in his head. He remembered every moment of the nightmares. As he teleported out, he remembered those moments.
The moment he was in a graveyard.
The moment he saw Cedric getting killed by Wormtail.
The moment he and Lana were tortured by Wormtail as well.
Y/N had seen his nightmare enough times to know the sequence of events unfold in his head. He hated everything that happened, it had worried Hermione so much and he didn't want to see her worried about him. He loved her that much. He loved her with all his heart and didn't want her to be worried. He wanted her to have anything but negative emotions in general.
But he was damn sure he was gonna change the outcome.
"Don't worry," He said as he glanced at the ball. "I'm gonna make sure you come home...
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"Cause I'm gonna save your life, Diggory."