a/n~ here's the Letter to the Boy With the Lightning Scar playlist, listen if u want or whateva. all the songs relate to (y/n) and Harry based on scenes that have happened, some of which haven't happened yet and are planned for as late as 7th year. So yes, let some of the songs that play scare you. scan the bar code below with your Spotify app, if u cant scan it the playlist is called "Letter" and it'll have the same pic as the one below :) okay bye

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࿐ ˚ . ✦𝙼𝚘𝚎𝚍~ (𝚗.) 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗✦ . ˚ ࿐

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕣 stood like a statue that was freshly carved into the position it would remain in for eternity. Skin freshly plastered, brushed on for people to admire the strokes and vivid detail of the grey masterpiece. (y/n) tuned out her own mind-or tried to. She couldn't believe what she had just done, but at the same time it seemed perfectly rational, because it was for the sake of Harry Potter, and for him, no sacrifice was too extreme. The tips of her fingers pricked like thousands of microscopic needles resided behind the grooves of her skin, repeatedly stabbing at a rapid pace. Surely, it was in regards to her unnoticed heavy breathing, thus, lack of oxygen, but she wouldn't be able to hear that over the pounding of her precious heartbeat against her eardrums. She wondered if she would be able to physically meet with the blood rushing through her ears, if she would be able to visually discover it's shade of red, it's consistency as it flowed steadily down her body, poisoned by the disease of death.

It was a possibility, a calculated percentage that she could die in the next few minutes. She maybe needed the next few minutes to process that very fact, but in reality, does anyone really come to terms with the fact that you don't get to be around forever? You're living on borrowed time, one day destined to feel your life blink to darkness in an instant. All your memories, personality, thoughts, just shriveled into nothing. No one will know or remember things like you. The concept of dying almost seems like an old wives tale. Maybe, that's our brain's way of protecting us from the fear, to allow us to enjoy that borrowed time.

(y/n) stands, having to attempt to numb out the fear of impending doom at the age of fourteen. She hopes, prays to anything she can think of. What's cruel is she is almost prohibited of being able to come to terms with her life, because she has to focus on the dragon she's about to steal from.

Harry's eyes widen in fear, the thought of her becoming a name on a gravestone because he felt too rattled to face his task making him want to hold her, keep her in the tent until he can escape to the dirt pit in her place. "I really don't think you taking my place for this task is the best idea, (y/n)," Harry said with angst, stepping towards the trembling seer.

She aggressively turned to face him, her voice trembling, "Why not? I've been practicing charms with you, and I know what you're planning on doing. You always say how I'm so naturally skilled at flying. Harry, you need to believe me when I say it's in everyone's best interest that I do this task."

(y/n) stands with determination and fear, catching the eyes of every person of authority that surrounds her uncertain and inquisitive.  "It's not like you can deny me from this," she laughed, "we made the rule that I replace Harry in one task so I was still technically participating in the tournament. This is the task, there's nothing you can do."

Dumbledore gives her a look of understanding and well wishes before gently putting a shoulder on Harry. "This might be a good idea to get her task over with, Harry. (y/n) is fully capable of completing this task successfully, and I have faith she can do it without harming herself. Barty, if you would continue with the task instructions, please." Dumbledore removed his hand from Harry, handing (y/n) her champion gear to put over her clothes.

"Instructions, yes," Barty mumbled, fumbling with his papers as he attempted to regain his thoughts.  "Ah, right. The miniature models you hold represent four very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple: Collect the egg." Barty slowly turned in a circle, staring at each champion as he did so. "This you must do, for each egg contains a clue, without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?"

"Very well, good luck, champions," Dumbledore said, stepping towards Cedric. "Mr. Diggory, at the sound of the cannon you may-."

Dumbledore was interrupted by Filch setting off the cannon, everyone jumping while the professor shook his head in disappointment and gestured Cedric forward, Filch almost knocking the tent down.

Cedric stepped forward, staring at the floor with his lip slightly trembling, the crowd just outside the tent repeatedly chanting his name.

It was unnerving seeing him so frightened, the Cedric that has a smile on his face and shining personality at all times, stood there frowning, his aura dark and tinted with doom. Standing there almost confused as to how he's accepting such a horrendous fate.

She walked over to him, gently leaning near his ear, "Cedric, it's going to be alright. We've practiced your plan, made sure you had it down. We made our deal so that we both would be safe in the tournament. You'll be alright, promise," she hesitated on the last sentence, because it was not the truth that her visions were telling her, but she wanted him to feel less nervous.

"Thank you," he whispered, clenching his jaw and slowly stepping into the arena.

It all became too real in a short amount of time, (y/n) felt sick to her stomach, and she had to try and get all of her thoughts together on what her plan was in a matter of minutes.

As she thought more about the fact that she was about to face a gigantic dragon that she had to not die from, her breathing slipped away from her and became shallow, a pattern of hyperventilation.

She needed Harry, where was he? The champions were in a dimly lit area right in front of the rocky entrance to the arena, beds with thin, checkered sheets being the seating while they waited their turn.

(y/n) frantically searched around, a gentle pair of hands wrapping around her arms and turning her to face them. "Harry," (y/n) sighed out of breath, thankful to be met with his bright eyes, ones that were frantically searching her face under furrowed brows. "I'm kinda terrified, right now." She started breathing heavily again, "What if this...ends badly?"

Harry looked away at her words, "You can't say that, not now. Not when you're about to go face that thing." His hands slightly tightened around her shoulders, (y/n) could've sworn she saw a slight glimmer on his cheek, a glimmer usually seen from the damp mark left by a tear. "Just..." he sighed as he returned his gaze to her own, "be careful. I can't...I wouldn't be able to..." he frustratingly looked towards the top of the tent, nervously clenching his jaw. "I can't afford to lose you. So please, don't do anything Ron would do."

(y/n) laughed with her eyes watery, lurching forward and wrapping her arms abruptly around his neck, giving everything she had into the hug. Harry regained his balance, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, burying his face into the crook of her neck, squeezing his eyes shut as he burned the moment into his brain, just in case it would be the last.

"You won't lose me, ever," she mumbled.

The seer pulled away, looking into the sea of emerald green in front of her, his hands remaining lightly on her waist.

This is it, the perfect time to tell him how I feel before it's too late.

She had to tell him, whether the idea was appealing to her or not. He might like her back, he might not. If he does, however, she wouldn't want to leave his life and give him the burden of wondering if she felt the same way. Pinching himself because he didn't muster up the courage to find out himself.

She takes a deep breath, "Harry?"

He looks at her, observing the new kind of nervousness on her face, the way she's playing with the collar of his robe, stuttering on her own breathing. "Yeah?"

She smiles slightly at him, frantically chewing on the inside of her cheek as she looks at the rosy flush on his skin, the way his hair is messily cascaded on his forehead-covering his scar- and how his glasses are slightly off the bridge of his nose as he looks down at her.

(y/n) pushed up his glasses as she spoke, not being able to see his blush through the frostbitten tint of his cheeks, "I just wanted to tell you one more thing before I have to go in the arena," she pauses, hearing the victorious yell of Krum, "sounds like Viktor is almost done."

Most of the other champions got away smoothly. Cedric had a burn on his face, Fluer's skirt caught flames, and Krum...well he just got scolded and points deducted from his dragon stepping on it's actual eggs.

There was Dumbledore, faintly heard through amplified speaking devices,"Three of our champions have now faced their dragons, and so each one of them will proceed to the next task."

She ignored the voice that echoed in, "First, stop moving all your hair in front of your scar."

"And now, our fourth and final contestant," Dumbledore announced, setting off the students to loudly chant (y/n)'s name repeatedly.

Again, she ignored it, peeling herself away from Harry and grabbing her wand, "I just wanted to tell you this, it's been something I've felt you should know for a long time. I really, truly-"

BOOM

Filch was standing on top of the same large platform, and he set off the cannon, interrupting (y/n)'s sentence. She's starting to think Filch is against her and Harry getting together, first interrupting them before they nearly kissed in third year on the Astronomy Tower, and now interrupting her confession?

Filch awkwardly shifted his feet as he looked down at the two startled teenagers, "Dumbledore and Mr. Crouch's order. Said if a champion wasn't leaving the tent to shoot off the cannon as their final warning. That was...your final warning. You must go, we have people to bring you out."

(y/n) stared annoyed at the caretaker, "It'll be quick, can't I just-"

"Bilius!" Filch bellowed at a burly man with his arms crossed, lurking on high alert in a shadowed corner of the tent, face stern and hands latching aggressively onto (y/n)'s arms.

She angrily crossed her brows, and opened her mouth in shock while looking up at the rather large man, "Hey! You can't do that, I need to just tell Harry one thing!"

Bilius' face did not twitch a muscle as she yelled, he ignored Harry's protest as well, pushing her through the rocky opening and into the arena. When she tried to turn back around, the muscular man blocked her path, earning a scoff as she turned back around to face the dim arena.

(y/n) stumbled forward slightly, observing how everyone was seated around in the stands, cheering her name. She was jealous, but she also felt like a show dog, everyone getting to sit up there safely while she's stuck in the ring with a dragon that could tear her to shreds.

It all hit her at once, the fear. The apprehension was paralyzing, wrapping it's icy-cold fingers tightly around her lungs, restricting her breath. Freezing any good feelings she held onto.

She tuned out the yells, breathing heavy as she tried to let any anger she had caged within small corners, be released. Allow the anger to bleed through her system, so much so that her body flips a switch and turns her into a dangerous machine of destruction.

It was the only monster large enough to slaughter the fear. Anger is stronger than irrational thinking-anger becomes the irrational thinking.

She observes each detail of her battlefield, the world spinning as she feels the pressure of fate sneering over her shoulder. Ensuring she lives out her purpose, whether it be life or death at the hands of blazing fire.

Her eyes dart around, noticing the gloomy skies with dark clouds opaquely covering the honey Sun that would provide an aura of carefree happiness, the way the rocks are damp with precious rainfall-then she sees it.

Brightly golden despite the lack of light, it's glimmering, spotless surface striking against the fine grains of dust and rubble it rests on. The Golden egg.

There were small boulders precisely placed around it like a nest, resting on a much larger boulder, the pit around it almost making it like an island. The large rocks around it were smooth on the sides, jagged on the top.

(y/n) looked in the stands to see Harry rushing to find a seat next to Hermione, both of them frantically speaking. Ron wasn't too far from Harry, sitting next to Hermione grumpily, in front of the twins who held a large box with betting money being the contents inside. Charlie Weasley sat closest to the arena, likely in case a champion were to experience a fate similar to Harry in her vision...or dream, as he gave her a reassuring thumbs up, to which she saluted at him.

Her mind locked its focus on finding the location of the brutal Hungarian Horntail, its massive size making it hard to not spot.

(y/n) looked around sharply, faintly smiling once she noticed the egg was out in the open. She gripped her wand like if she lost it, her life would be the cost-well, actually, if she dropped it she would most likely die.

She slowly took a couple steps forward, although knowing that the dragon was actually in this enclosed space with her and could come from anywhere made the fear start to drown the anger.

The seer tried to fight the fear, the paralyzing uncertainty and fact that she was unprepared. She wanted to use anger against probability, anger against doom.

Quickly, (y/n) started to gain speed to charged in the direction of the Golden egg, eyes locked on her target with determination and a desire to succeed with confidence, to fight fate.

However, she only got a few steps before the thunder of a dragon's massive tail pierced the ground behind her feet only inches away before thudding front of her as she moved out of the way. Stones crash, fountaining into the air from the overwhelming force, raining down on her, sticking to her hair, as she rolled out of the line of fire and pressed her back to a large rock, breathing heavy as her fingers tingled with adrenaline.

(y/n) stared at the Hungarian Horntail, right into it's yellow eyes, hidden under the thick spikes that littered its body and face. Face to face with her challenger, her potential murderer. A thick chain dug into the skin of it's neck, slicing through its leathery skin. She watched it's large wings plant into the ground, a symbol of authority, standing its ground as it made obvious that it was not her friend, the objective simple.

The arena grew silent, anxiety and terror filling the system of all the spectators, even the judges-even Dumbledore.

A slight breeze carried itself through the haunting air of impending doom, softly bringing in a little glimmer of reassurance. (y/n) could see the breeze ripple through the thin crepe paper texture that was webbed in between the bones in the dragon's wings.

It was before the climatic fight, time ticking and winding up to prepare, (y/n)'s anxiety gaining suspense as to what the dragon was going to do next like an orchestra increasing the speed and pitch of its tone until a violin string broke, bringing utter silence until booming battle broke through.

The Horntail roared voraciously, causing the champion to jump before it geared it's head back, jutting it forward to expel blazing flames in (y/n)'s direction, the crowd screaming with petrified questioning. She rolled once more, the flames taking a piece of her jersey with a sizzle.

She laughed maliciously, "I've always liked to play with fire," she muttered, trying her best to stay confident despite the fact that fear was slithering up her nervous system, before getting up and racing up to the enormous boulder that carried the Golden egg.

Her grip was no use as she tried to climb up on the sides, the fact that they were smooth meaning there was no texture but the microscopic grains of dirt to grab onto.

(y/n) could hear the echo of the Horntail's roar, the shifting breeze caused by its enormous wings grazing her skin. "I'm almost there," she said in between grunts.

Her hand nearly gripped the top of the boulder before the dragon's speared tail crumbled the ledge in front of her, sending her sliding down the massive structure, the back of her thighs burning from the friction caused by her accelerating speed.

She scurried to get up, but instead of balance, she was met with the spiky tail of a Hungarian Horntail sending her to the opposite end of the arena, soaring through the air as her arm pulsated in pain. She landed on her back, the crowd gasping, she could feel her arm become warm, her jersey become wet. (y/n) couldn't catch her breath, her lungs feeling like they were spasming , only able to expand so much from the pounding impact of the ground.

She grunted in pain, holding the gash on her arm tenderly, trying not to focus on the oozing cherry liquid that seeped over her fingers. This frightened her, because this was Harry's exact position when she saw him in the first task, and she feared this meant she was just meeting his same fate.

She wasn't able to linger on it for long, as the dragon displayed it's full wingspan, roaring victoriously before sending her more flames, causing her to run behind a cluster of rocks.

"Your wand, (y/n)!" Hermione yelled over the frenzy of students, frantically pounding on the banister while she leaned over, (y/n) shockingly looking up at her, "Your wand!"

(y/n) made eye contact with a frantic Harry, who gave her a reassuring nod. She fumbled shakily with her wand, trying to ignore the pain as she pointed at the sky and yelled, "Accio, Firebolt!"

The dragon rounded the corner, roaring at her angrily, causing her to move behind another rock. She pokes her head out, seeing the Horntail roar at her once more, encouraging her to bring her head back behind the rock, pressing her body firmly against the cool stone.

(y/n) bravely peeked from behind the other side of the boulder, being able to notice a slender object speeding through the sky, towards her. This was discouraged when the Horntail appeared in front of her, bursting flames towards her, missing as she returned behind it.

The rock was small compared the other ginormous structures around, but it was big enough to protect her.

The Horntail unleashed a long stream of blazing fire to the back of the rock. (y/n) stared wide eyed at the flames curling past the sides of the rock. Her breathing was erratic, adrenaline pumping hard as her heart could be heard in her ears, the rock her back was against slowly disintegrating under the steady stream of torching flames. Her face was caked in dirt and gravel, tiny cuts on her cheek.

Everyone grew confused as to what exactly her plan was, whatever she muttered to the sky didn't seem to do anything.

(y/n) could hear the whizzing of Harry's Firebolt slicing through the wind, so putting all her trust in herself, she leaped from behind the rock, jumping to land roughly on the Firebolt, barely missing the fireball's the Horntail passionately sent her. The crowd cheering loudly.

She was zooming low to the ground, in the path to go right by the Golden egg, chest connected to the wooden stick of the broom as her arm is outstretched, hand reaching out.

This is her chance to put an end to the first task, it's seconds away from her, literally at her fingertips.

Her hand grazes the thin section of air that separates her and the egg, but she's forced to swerve as the gurgling noise of the Horntail winding up to blast fire is echoing in her ears. Sure enough, a trail of flames swirl in the spot her body was just taking up.

(y/n) can see Ron, Hermione, and Harry anxiously sitting in silence in their seats, breathing almost as heavy as her own.

(y/n) sped through the air, cringing as she hears the snap of the metal chain wrapped around it's neck. She looks over at her friends, reading their faces in order to confirm what she thinks to be true. Considering Hermione is holding onto Ron and Harry is staring at (y/n) with a pleading look in his eyes, the dragon escaped the chains.

She tries to lose it, zigzagging every which way, going through the stands containing adults and faculty, miserably failing as the dragon barrels through it, tearing the cream colored cloth covering the top, sending small chunks of wood spinning dizzily in the air.

(y/n) shook her head as she could faintly hear Fred and George yell in sync.

"Yes! Well done, dragon!"

She continued flying far, heading towards the main towers of the castle, the cold air at that high of an altitude making her cheeks tingly, the pressured wind making her lips dry and her eyes sensitive.

Trees were passed, slight frost as a winter warning lightly powdering hillsides and mountains.

She was trying to get her thoughts together, beyond terrified to look back to check just how close the Horntail was trailing. Although, by the loud growl of it's roar and the overwhelming warmth she could feel on her back, she had a feeling it wasn't too far.

Her feeling was confirmed when she almost ran into a tower looking back at it, sharply turning left, dodging the clamp of it's jaws by doing a full 360 roll over. She went around a couple towers, looking back and seeing nothing but the hazy mist of the damp sky, thinking she'd lost the Horntail.

She was painfully wrong when she was forced to come to an abrupt stop from the dragon appearing aggressively in front of her, using it's tail to knock her off the broom.

This causes her to scream, the visual of the long distance to the ground causing her scream to only get louder and her nerves rush to her legs, sliding down the tower roof, the burns on the back of her legs stinging as they're irritated by more friction. (y/n) manages to grab a hold of the peak of a small protruding window of the tower.

The Horntail mounts onto the tower roof she was just sliding on, it's weight and sharp talons digging into it causing shingles to pop off and sprinkle to the ground like rain as it moved closer to (y/n).

Her fingers ached bearing her entire weight on just her fingertips, the cold air already making them sensitive, and now they have to be dug into a cold, sharp peak.

Not too far below was the Firebolt, resting steadily on an identical ledge beneath (y/n). She had to get that Firebolt soon, first because her life kinda depended on it and two because Harry would be shattered if he no longer had his Firebolt.

Carefully, (y/n) gripped her hands around a large spike at the very edge of the peak, her heart pounding and heavy breathing painful from the frigid temperature.

The Horntail proceeded forward, the rumbling causing the champion to begin to lose her grip. This problem was resolved when the spike snapped clean off, sending her freefalling. She caught herself on the protruding window containing the broom, the dragon rounding the corner and staring straight at her. The seer pulled herself up so she was in reach of the broom. She was trying to grab her way of escaping, but one of the long twisty spikes near the bristles was caught on shingles.

(y/n) repeatedly yanked, getting more frantic as the Horntail was getting angrier. It smashed the window to bits just as she jumped off, if she wouldn't have, surely her face would be unrecognizable.

Screaming as she traveled down the side of the castle, she finally mounted the broom, flying up before she hit the ground.

(y/n) tried to lose it, traveling under bridges, around towers, screaming as it attempted to bite her, panicking when it blasted fire and it caught the bristles of the broom, causing her to run into the side walls of a bridge. The Horntail crashing into the top and sending large bits of rubble tumbling to the water below.

The path to the water was followed with a scream, dragon trailing with no hesitation. (y/n) flew through the Viaduct, where the dragon crashed aggressively, falling down, presumably to its death.

(y/n) came to an abrupt stop as she, trying to catch her breath, looked down into the foggy abyss the Horntail fell into. She did that...she killed it, but at what cost?

She shook her head, knowing she had to get back to the arena for the egg, knowing everyone was wondering if she was alive.

So the champion returned, smoke blazing behind her, smiling as she can see the cheering of her friends, Hermione yelling with everything she's got.

Laughing, she dives for the Golden egg that remains unprotected, scooping it up as she feels the cold, smooth material against her skin. She catches sight of the dragon's real eggs, guilt tainting her excitement.

This whole tournament was an awful tradition, passed as just something normal and average. She had just killed a dragon, one with babies innocently nuzzled against the safety of their shell, expecting to hatch and be greeted with parents who will teach them and protect them.

It wasn't it's fault and the Horntail didn't deserve it. It was brought here while sleeping, placed in an arena, waking up to a strange creature trying to take what appeared to be it's egg, chained against a wall. All it was doing was protecting what it believed to be important, but this tournament is designed for death, loss, and tragedy that passes as entertainment.

(y/n) sighed as she faked a smile, landing on her feet as she held the egg up victoriously.

November 24, 1994: the day of the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, the day (y/n) (l/n) would be told in stories, written in history, the day she almost confessed her feelings to Harry Potter....the day she killed a dragon. There are three words that, put together, accurately describe this day, doing justice to all feelings and actions...

fire, fear, catastrophe

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"Harry, will you stop it, I can stand," (y/n) said, annoyed, as Harry Potter would not let her get up from the hospital wing bed by herself.

She had almost immediately been taken to Madam Pomfrey once finishing the task due to her deeply lacerated arm, which was causing her to lose an unhealthy amount of blood. Pomfrey, being the medical magician (literally) she was, healed the cut in less than thirty minutes, wrapping her arm in a sling for cautionary measures before clearing her to the after-party. (y/n) still had some dirt and a minor cut on her cheek, but the fact that she walked away at all from the first task left her satisfied.

"You're injured!" Harry protested, hand remaining around her arm as she rose from the bed and onto her feet. "I'm just making sure you remain ok."

"Harry, I had a cut on my arm, not broken legs," she sassed. "I really do appreciate that you care, but I'm really fine."

He grumpily released her arm as both of them headed for the Gryffindor common room. "You know, you were bloody brilliant out there," Harry smiled, as they steadily strolled down the warm corridors. "You finished with the fastest time, and tied Krum for first place." He nudged her shoulder, "Told you that you were a natural flyer."

She smiled back, "Thanks, Potter. Means a lot coming from you."

There was silence for a few seconds before Harry faced her once more, "Hey...what were you trying to tell me before the first task?"

(y/n)'s eyes widened as she remained looking ahead and laughed nervously. "Me? Oh, uhhh, I don't really remember. I think I was just trying to say how much I really, truly appreciate you and everything you've done and all the cheesy stuff about how I value our...friendship. You know, in case I..."

She stuck her tongue out as she ran her thumb over her throat. Harry eyed her suspiciously and she scolded herself in her head.

Friendship? Why would you say friendship to someone you're trying to kiss at some point.

"Right..." he said, as they arrived to the Fat Lady.

As they entered, cheers erupted from everyone in the common room, sweets covering every table to the brim. Butterbeer, Firewhiskey, and flagons of pumpkin juice. Lee Jordan had set off some No-Heat, Wet-Start, fireworks as the air was smoked with stars. Dean Thomas, who was an unexpectedly good doodler, made impressive banners of (y/n) flying around the Horntail, some just of Cedric's head on fire.

(y/n) helped herself to the food stolen from the kitchens...and a little bit of Firewhiskey, forgetting how it felt to be so hungry.

"Blimey, this is heavy," Lee Jordan muttered, picking up the Golden egg that (y/n) had placed on the table. "Open it, (y/n), go on! Let's just see what's inside!"

"She's supposed to work out the clue on her own," Hermione said swiftly. "It's in the Tournament rules..."

"Harry was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on his own, too," (y/n) muttered so only Hermione could hear.

The Weasley twins picked her up on their shoulders, everyone chanting for her to open it.

"Knew you wouldn't die!" George exclaims, balancing her on his and Fred's shoulders.

Fred grins up at her, "Lose a leg-"

"-Or an arm," George joins.

"Pack it in all together?" Fred smirks as he shares a look with George before they say in unison,

"Never!"

Seamus handed her the egg, urging for her to reveal the inside. "You really want me to open it?" (y/n) asked, everyone yelling loudly in response.

She traced over the intricate engravings in the golden surface, finding a tentacle-like latch on the top. It was hollow, but as she opened it, a bright glow along with a high pitched screeching shattered everyone's eardrums, causing (y/n) to fumble with it and drop the egg on the floor as the twins dropped her.

"Shut it!" Fred bellowed, his hands tightly clasped over his ears.

(y/n) grabbed it, closing it as quick as possible, everyone letting out a sigh of relief as they removed their hands from their ears.

"What the bloody hell was that?" A distressed voice said, belonging to none-other than Ronald Weasley. The room was silent, as Harry stood staring at a very uncomfortable Ron, (y/n) making the decision to sit next to Hermione and try to get her to drink some Firewhiskey.

"All right, everyone!" Fred announces, shooing the group of students to the farther end of the room, "Go back to your knitting. This is going to be uncomfortable enough without you nosy sods listening in."

(y/n) and Hermione amusingly watched as Ron walked up guiltily to Harry. "I reckon you two would have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire." Ron said, breaking the silence as he glanced over to (y/n) with a shy smile, to which she waved enthusiastically.

"Caught on have you?" Harry asks emotionless under the long hair falling around his face, "Took you long enough."

"Wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it," Ron said sheepishly, "everyone was saying it behind your back."

Harry glanced around the room at his chattering classmates. "Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better."

Ron looked up with a smile, "At least I warned you about the dragons."

"Hagrid warned me about the dragons," Harry said doubtingly.

"No, no, I did," Ron says quickly, slinging an arm around Harry's shoulder, "don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you, that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus never actually told me anything so it was really me all along. I thought we'd...be all right, you know, after you figured that out."

"Who-who could possibly figure that out?" Harry asks puzzled, looking up at his friend. "That's completely mental."

They laughed, "Yeah. It is, isn't it? I suppose I was a bit distraught. They both looked at each other with tight lipped smiles.

(y/n) shook her head next to a confused Hermione who expressed her thoughts, "Boys," she breathed.

(y/n) agreed, "Tell me about it," before eyeing Hermione and inching her cup near her. "Hermione, drink the Firewhiskey."

"For the hundredth time, no!" Hermione scoffed.

"I'll let you gush about things you found interesting in Arithmancy for a week..."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she snatched (y/n)'s cup and took a swig, (y/n) victoriously raising her arms. "I did it! I got Hermione Granger to drink alcohol!"

The room, that was mostly whispers, laughed at her amusingly as she turned to Harry and Ron. "Oh right...Congrats on the makeup Ronald, Harold."

Harry looked at her confused, "Harold?"

(y/n) shrugged, "Seems like a name someone would mix up your actual name with and call you instead of Harry." No one understood where the slightly intoxicated seer was going with this. "What? Not the time?"

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(y/n) is on an adrenaline high as she sits on a bench at the Gryffindor table, peppingly eating her waffles.

Although this is really what she's trying to muster on the outside, hiding the reality of the storm reaking havoc on the inside. She might've dodged a bullet replacing Harry, but that could only be a temporary solution. She has to witness Harry go through two more task, two...life threatening tasks that could take his life. The first one was almost a distraction for her, but now she has to worry, not only about Harry, but about Cedric as well. She doesn't know the details of his death, only that it happens. It's a taunting fact, because this means that in light of the fact that there are only two tasks left in the tournament, his death plants itself in one of them. People notice her state, how she constantly looks like she got no sleep, how she's sensitive to certain topics and seems to hide her mental exhaustion through jokes and sarcastic humor. They also know better than to push her to speak out before she's ready.

"Cho," a Ravenclaw whispered, gaining (y/n)'s attention, causing he to peer over her shoulder slightly, only to be met with the look of a distracted Harry looking over at a dark-haired girl. Did she wish that was her? She would be lying if she said she didn't. "Harry's looking at you."

Now, fully wide awake, (y/n) noticed a timid Cho wave politely at Harry, who smiles back. Her jealousy melts as pumpkin juice dribbles down ha chin from his goblet as he does. The other Ravenclaw girls giggle, Cho sushing them as she looks back at hair and tucks her pitch black hair behind her ear.

(y/n) sighs as she takes a napkin, wiping the liquid off Harry's shirt and face. He looks at her, blushing as he realizes what she just witnesses. "Sorry...and thank you," he mumbles. The sweet warmth that their eye contact brought was broken by a shrilling screech.

"Look at this!" Hermione yelled, making everyone at the table stare at her wide eyed.

"Godric, 'Mione. Got something to say you seem a little distraught." (y/n) muttered, trying to read her best friend's face.

"I can't believe it!" Hermione exclaimed again, ignoring the questions given to her, "She's done it again. 'Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report is none other than the Bulgarian bonbon, Viktor Krum." Hermione's eyes scan the paper, flipping to the other side. "Oh god. There's something about (y/n). '(y/n) (l/n), a powerful witch that can't seem to control her own abilities has latched herself to famous wizard, Harry Potter. Other sources report she has a growing love triangle with Durmstrang student, Ivan Petrov. Harry might have some competition, we will have to see who wins.'"

Harry shifts uncomfortably next to (y/n), "Don't listen to her. Rita makes up nonsense just for publicity half the time. Ivan means nothing to me romantically."

Ron smirked, "You didn't deny Harry-"

"Oh look Ron, why don't you open your package!" (y/n) interrupted, staring wide eyed behind him as she avoided eye contact with Harry.

"Open what-" Ron asked amused, being cut off by a younger Gryffindor's voice.

"Parcel for you, Mr. Weasley." The boy beams, extending a cream colored cardboard package, which Ron gently grabs.

"Thank you, Nigel." The boy stays in place, mesmerizingly staring at Harry, who looks at his confused, glancing around the room awkwardly. Hermione coughs while looking at him with a quizzical expression, (y/n) smiling politely. "Not now, Nigel." Ron mutters, "Later. Go on." He shoved him away before looking awkwardly between his friends who were giving expressions that demanded an explanation, "I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph," he mutters, looking down sheepishly while unwrapping his package.

"You amaze me, Ronald," (y/n) laughs, Hermione scoffing while Harry shakes his head with a wide grin.

"Oh, look, Mum's sent me something." The Weasley boy peels the wrinkly paper off his package, lifting a muddy brown piece of long clothing, "Mum sent me a dress!" He squeaks in shock.

Harry stares ahead, pretending to be thinking, "Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?" He fishes around in the box, laughing as he victoriously holds up a white and black bonnet. "Aha!"

"Nose down, Harry," Ron smiles, as he snatches the bonnet from a widely smirking Harry. He walks over to his sister, extended the material to her with disgust, "Ginny, these must be for you."

"I'm not wearing that," Ginny says in disgust, her eyes amusingly scanning over her brother, "it's ghastly."

Everyone turns to look at Hermione, who was laughing uncontrollably, "They're not for Ginny," she laughs, as she acknowledges the ugly clothing, "They're for you. Dress robes." The entire table starts laughing as Ron looks down with a blush.

(y/n) racked her brain for any reason for Mrs.Weasley to send Ron dress robes, "Dress robes? For what?"

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a/n~ the first task as (y/n)? yes

SO MANY PPL are saying they aren't getting the notif when i update which is concerning because that's how a big part of my readers remember to come back

anyway, i hope you loved this chapter and the first task : )

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