a/n: many of you were concerned about Ivan being a part of musty Durmstrang (understandable). I'm here to say the face claim for him is your choosing of either Louis Partridge or Timothée Chalamet :)

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࿐ ˚ . ✦𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚜~ (𝚗) 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚜; 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎✦ . ˚ ࿐

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕖 inch of the Great Hall seemed to glisten with the oozing magnificence of excitement and anticipation that every soul in the room internally melodized about. This specific wisp of imaginary jewel filled excitement almost neutralized itself; if you were seated in the hall with a certain eye of openness and childlike excitement the atmosphere around you was dripping liquid gold, but each corner remained dull and dusty to the adults that rarely got genuine excitement over simple competition.

Although the very seats the Quartet sat on were aurified with a new found satisfaction with finally having some spice in their school lives, their conversations were nothing short of boring.

"I'm just saying Harry," (y/n) started, "we are surrounded by countless witches and wizards, not to mention Dumbledore who is arguably one of the most powerful wizards of all time. Why wouldn't they fix your eyesight?"

Harry looked beyond confused, "I- what? I'm sure my eyesight isn't top of their list and they probably would do something if they knew a spell."

(y/n) made a doubting face while squinting her eyes, "Would they though? Think about it there's a spell for everything it makes zero sense to me that there wouldn't be a spell to fix something as simple as this."

The twins and Ron snickered while Hermione looked genuinely concerned and Harry just shook his head and kept eating.

"Harry," (y/n) said in a consoling tone while placing her hand on top of his, his jaw freezing as he looked up from his food. "This could become a real issue you know. Your eyesight could be life or death here." She raised a hand in a movement, "A quick, Accio glasses," Harry's glasses flew off his face and into her free hand and she snapped her fingers as she said, "and it'll be game over."

Harry's mouth opened as he looked at the blurry figure in front of him that appeared to have a sly smirk. "(y/n)...I love how your brain works, it really is fascinating, but please...just give me my glasses I can't see without them."

"You just proved my point!" (y/n) laughed as Harry leaned forward and aggressively pryed them out of her hand, the ear piece snapping.

Harry groaned in annoyance as Hermione sighed and pulled out her wand.

"Oculus Reparo," she mumbled, Harry's glasses snapping back how they were as he gave her a shy smile and placed them back on his face. Hermione really was tired of saying that spell.

Harry and (y/n) continued discussing this serious topic, but smirked at each other while Hermione and Ron were silently arguing—well Hermione was scolding Ron.

"What's got you two bickering like an old couple?" (y/n) said, Hermione looking over with her nostrils flared.

"Ronald seems to be unable to keep his fork on his own plate," she scoffed.

Ron raised his fork defensively, "It's going to waste, it's not like you're eating it!"

"It's in protest!" Hermione yelled. "You're not supporting S.P.E.W. by scarfing down twice your serving of elf slave supper."

"Hermione no offense, but I was going to support it until you made it a requirement to starve. I need to eat. You can't be as strong as Krum without proper nourishment ya know," Ron said, scraping Hermione's food on his plate. She rolled her eyes as she turned to face Dumbledore with her chin in her hand as he cleared his throat.

"Your attention please!" Professor Dumblyd- er Dumbledore bellowed. "I'd like to say a few words. Eternal glory! That's what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three! Extremely dangerous tasks."

(y/n) nervously played with her robes underneath the table. Her mind was tired. Her being was tired. Her emotions were tired of preparing the nest for the emotion of sorrow and mourning that her mind was constantly preparing her sanity for. It was one instance after another placing the burden of the Grim Reaper arriving in a floating island of death and a promise to suck away happiness on her oh so weak shoulders. Her inner eye won't stop whispering to her at night when the moonlight streaks in and she is alone with the isolation her closed eyelids present, trying to silence the taunting screams and riddle-like phrases that sang maliciously. Her dreams showed her the dripping of blood that contained the contamination of murder and hatred, the vision of pleadings and begging that people would cry for the priversion of their beating heart. She was tired of having to hide the fact that she knew she was seeing death for a reason. Death was right around the corner and after that they would be plucked by it one by one.

However a particular whisper that (y/n) had heard once previously had recently been pounding in her head more often than she would have liked. Each night it seemed to get louder. Seemed to be repeated more frequently liked multiple voices at once overlapped to get the message across like a dramatic run through eternal winter. It's one that you all have read here once before.

The prophecy. Many will die. Many will suffer. It will start with a member of the house of the badger, ending with the beloved.

"Wicked," the twins synchronized, bringing (y/n) out of her thoughts.

Dumbledore continued, "For this reason the Ministry had seemed fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this, we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperations, Mr. Bartemius Crouch."

An older gentleman came into view, dressed exactly how you would imagine someone that's apart of the Ministry to be dressed, hair also slicked back with a thin mustache. But it wasn't long until a large crash of lightning shattered the eardrums of everyone in the Great Hall. Screams of fear let out as the candles withered to nothing but the wax and the bewitched ceiling became all too real with large raindrops beating against everyone's face.

A wand was seen being raised in the air, and with a singular spell cast straight into the problem area, the rain ceased, while the twinkling ceiling and glowing candles returned.

The man was serious looking, with a dark winding cane, a scar that looked irritated, and a prosthetic eye that was being held in place with a brown leather strap.

"That's Mad-Eye Moody," Ron whispered.

"Alastor Moody?" Hermione questioned. "The Auror?"

"Auror?" Dean Thomas questioned, looking at Hermione as if she was speaking Parseltongue.

"A dark wizard catcher," Ron answered. "Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter though these days."

Harry was seemingly examining the Auror, but his head snapped as soon as a certain sentence came out of (y/n)'s mouth.

"I've seen him in my dreams before," she whispered.

"What?" Harry said, putting his full attention on the girl that's jaw is clenched from stress. "Are you ok? What did he do in your dreams?"

She stared at the man while she spoke, "Let's just say he wasn't a saint."

Moody took a swig out of a decent sized container, shivering.

"What's that he's drinking do you suppose?" Seamus asked.

"I don't know but I don't think it's pumpkin juice," said Harry.

"After consideration, the Ministry has concluded that for their own safety, no student under the age of 17 should be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament." Crouch announced.

Almost instantaneously, the room erupted into dissatisfied chatter, the twins yelling about how it was rubbish.

"Silence!" Dumbledore bellowed, chatter ceasing.

With a wave of his wand, the once towered golden structure melted away in a crackling glow and it slowly melted down to the floor. Every groove and painting on it disintegrating to nothing but air to reveal a large glistening goblet. A cobalt blue flame erupted from it, ever so gracefully waving like ripples in water.

"The Goblet of Fire!" Dumbledore announced. "Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament, will merely write their name on a piece of parchment, and throw it in the flame before this hour of Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment the Triwizard Tournament has begun.

And so it had. The goblet tauntingly sat in the Great Hall with a flaming blue ring around it. It remained during the bustling day, and it remained burning bright while the room was empty with nothing but the vast and empty dark. The Goblet of Fire, marked a new time period for the Quartet, one that will never have the same innocence again. A time that would now bloom into a string of events that will test their limits.

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Harry hugged (y/n) as he led her to an empty corridor. They had been on their way to Divination, Harry had noticed she had been distant. Not the (y/n) that typically teases how long his hair was as soon as she saw him. He couldn't ignore it, so he made the mistake of asking if she was feeling ok.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the girl next to him broke down into hysterical sobs, a guttural yell occasionally escaping her throat.

To avoid her feeling future embarrassment when she thought back to the many stares people were giving, he immediately pulls her into his arms before gently leading her away like a checker to another square.

Once reaching a hall so empty an inhale would echo, he sat her on the sill of a grand window, kneeling in front of her while keeping his hands on hers for comfort.

Harry remained quiet for a good while, letting her get out many of the built up anger and fear. Eventually, he couldn't watch her in so much pain anymore, so he finally intervened.

"(y/n)...."

No reaction. He gently shook her shoulders as he stared at her contorted structures from pain.

"Hey...(y/n)...look at me. Hey look at me, ok?" Harry begged, having to raise his voice so she could hear him over her own confined cell of torture.

After he repeated this a few times, she looked up, her breath slowing once her eyes met his.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

The tremor of her soul slowly started to be put to rest as she fought to regain the strength to wrap chains around her surfacing demons.

She was no longer the girl in third year that continued to cry and not be able to stop. She had developed this sense of...anger. An awareness that when she became utterly delicate, her body responded with tears of wanted revenge for the same person that was causing her visions over and over. "The eeriness of what I've been seeing isn't like it was, Harry," she said as she looked up concerned.

Harry furrowed his brows, "I'm...I'm not sure I follow."

"They're not nightmares that wake you with a sense of impending doom anymore. The feeling doesn't go away when you're fully awake and continue your day. The images don't get concealed into a box in my brain. It's constant now. I always feel like I need to watch my back, like I'm going to walk down the corridors and stare at everyone's laughing faces turn into pleades of life while their cheeks are red from their best friend that was just sitting next to them. What I see while you're sleeping and hoping tomorrow is a better day...it burns in my brain. It's something that's hard to describe...I don't think you'd understand."

She wiped her cheek with her palm, flushed with embarrassment. She's never said these thoughts out loud, thoughts that circled in Shakespearean sentences while she zoned out on someone's shoelaces, her friends thinking she's daydreaming but not aware of just how scared she is of her own mind. She surely hasn't spoked them in the form of a confession. But why a confession; like she thought the way her brain worked was something to be sorry for. It was getting dark in there...too much to process.

"Well...get me to understand. I might relate more than you think," Harry smirked.

"My dreams are visions...I know they are. I'm not getting them so much during the day like I used to, which is making these ones so much more intense. I've been seeing death, Harry. I've been seeing him returning...for both of us. Someone's going to die this year, except I can't see who it is, their face is blurred and I think it's my mind's way of trying to get me to not go completely mental."

Harry didn't know what to say. Sure, he had 'visions' a few times in his sleep, but nothing to this extent. Maybe she was right; maybe she was too strong for him to understand a pain so deep.

He hesitated to speak, especially when her bottom lip gave away the fact that she was holding back tears. "I'm so sorry. Listen, you don't have to completely talk about it right now. Why don't we just head to Divination?" Harry suggested lightly.

She nodded her head, with their pinkies locked, it was a steady and heavy walk to the Divination classroom.

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As they entered the classroom all noise ceased to rumble, eyes staring curiously at the tardy teens. It was very noticeable that (y/n) had been crying, not only by the streaks on her face, but also from the concern on Harry.

"Ah yes," Trelawney said as she shook her finger, "I sensed that you two would be late today. Take a seat please."

They stumbled to the table that Hermione and Ron were seated, neither of them knowing what had happened.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked (y/n), seemingly concerned as she actually stopped working to divert her attention.

"Later," (y/n) said, getting her quill out of her bag.

This was (y/n)'s problem. She loved with a heart she never had.

Loved so much with a heart that couldn't feel anything for herself, but could for everyone else. Constantly putting her own hardships and struggles on the backburner because everyone else's problems made her own feel unimportant.

"You are preoccupied, my dear," Trelawney said suddenly to Harry. " My Inner Eye sees past your brave face to the troubled soul within. And I regret to say that your worries are not baseless. I see difficult times ahead for you, alas... most difficult... I fear the thing you dread will indeed come to pass and perhaps sooner than you think."

Her voice almost deepened, and in response to this statement, Ron rolled his eyes, while the words echoed in Harry's ears. Things were getting worrisome. Trelawney swept around past Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, who deeply admired Trelawney.

" my dears, it is time for us to consider the stars," she said. "The movements of the planets and the mysterious portents they reveal only to those who understand the steps of the celestial dance. Human destiny may be deciphered by the planetary rays, which intermingle..."

(y/n) was engulfed in the Divination teachers words, for learning about the planets and stars was something she would sell her soul to do. Harry, however, was in his own world, replaying Trelawney's statement to him. He wondered what she knew, taking into consideration the prediction she had last year about Voldemort rising again. Harry had been too zoned out.

"Harry," (y/n) nudged.

"What?"

" I was saying, my dear, that you were clearly born under the baleful influence of Saturn," Professor Trelawney spoke with a tinge of annoyance that he had not heard her words.

"Born under-what, sorry?" Harry asked.

"Saturn, dear, the planet Saturn!" the professor said irritated. " I was saying that Saturn was surely in a position of power in the heavens at the moment of your birth... your dark hair...your mean stature... tragic losses so young in life, I think I am right in saying, my dear, that you were born in mid winter?"

"No," Harry said, "I was born in July." Ron stifled his laugh and disguised it as a cough.

Around half an hour later, they had all been given a complicated circular chart, and was attempting to fill in the position of the planets at their moment of birth. It was quite boring, requiring much reference of timetables and calculation of angles.

"I've got two Neptunes here," Harry said frowning, "that can't be right, can it?"

"Ahhhh," Ron said imitating Trelawney, " when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry."

Lavender Brown squealed excitedly "Oh, professor, look! I think I've gotten an unaspected planet! Which ones that, professor?"

"It is Uranus, my dear," Trelawney said, peering down at her chart.

"Can I have a look at Uranus, too, Lavender?" Ron said. (y/n) glared at him in defense for Hermione.

Trelawney assigned loads of homework, most likely a part of it from Ron's comment. "A detailed analysis of the way the planetary movements in the coming month will affect you or someone you know, with reference to your chart," she snapped. " I want it ready to hand in next Monday, and no excuses!"

"Miserable old bat," Ron muttered as the group headed to DADA. "That'll take all weekend!"

"Lots of homework?" Hermione said happily.

"Hermione it concerns me how genuinely thrilled you sound whenever you talk about how much homework we have." (y/n) stated.

They walked into the classroom, confused to see Mad-Eye Moody standing in the teachers spot up front.

Everyone took a seat, Harry next to Ron, Hermione next to (y/n). Once everyone was settled the new DADA professor spoke.

"Alastor Moody," he said gruffly, turning to write his name speedily on the blackboard. "Ex-Auror. Ministry malcontent. And your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?"

A painful silence filled the room. No one knew whether the man should make them frightened, intimidated, curious, or all of the above. He continued in an urgent manner.

"When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. First, which one of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"

"Three, sir," Hermione answered loudly, her voice noticeably shaky and nostrils flared as she was seemingly uncomfortable.

"And they're so named?" Moody asked, returning to the blackboard to once again write with the dusty chalk urgently.

"Because they are unforgivable." Hermione responded. "The use of any one of them-"

She was cut off by Moody, "Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. Now the Ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against. You need to be prepared! You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan."

The class turned to see Seamus guiltily with his hand on the belly of the desk, a sticky piece of chewing gum leeching onto the wood.

"The old codger can see out the back of his head," Seamus muttered, Moody chucking his chalk at his head as a result.

"And hear across classrooms! So, which curse shall we see first? Weasley!

"Yes?" Ron said squeakily.

"Stand. Give us a curse."

Ron stood nervously, "Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse."

Moody grumbled, "Yeah, your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why." Moody hobbled back to the front of the classroom.

The tension in the air was thick, everyone was either frightened or squirmy from the man's assertiveness and aggression. Seemed looney to most. When (y/n) looked over at her friends, Hermione looked like she was biting back tears, Ron looked as though he was about to run, and Harry just looked intrigued yet concerned. She herself felt that something was off about Alastor Moody.

Moody opened a glass container, greeting a small and long-legged insect that crawled right in his palm. He enlarged it with the Engorgio charm, before casting the first Unforgivable Curse.

"Imperio!"

The insect was now in his control, being made to jump from one anxious student to another. Ron looked as though he was going to faint when it landed on his freckled nose. It moved to (y/n), landing on her hand. She calmly raised her hand to make the insect eye level, Harry teasing Ron while also admiring her. She began to laugh as it moved to a distressed Malfoy, and she could see Harry clapping giddily. Although laughs ceased once a simple action was made.

"What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?"

The mood shifted once the squirming legs of the creature splashed with a ripple over a bucket of water threatening to fill her lungs. Getting darker once the sound of her body hitting a glass pane was the only thing heard in the DADA classroom.

"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperius Curse. But here's the rub-how do we sort out the liars? Another, another. Come on. Longbottom is it? Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology."

Neville nods, pouting as he gives out another curse. "There's the um...the Cruciatus Curse."

"Correct! Correct! Come, Come. The torture curse." Neville stands and follows Moody to the station, pointing his wand at the bug. "Crucio!"

The creature squealed a soft yelp of agony with it's legs bending into itself as Neville stood next to it in horror. Neville's face started to contort in disturbance and pain as the screeching of the insect grew louder by the second, his knuckles white with how hard his fists were clenched. 

(y/n) saw very brief flashes from her inner eye at the mention of this curse. In her nightly visions, a muffled voice yells a curse before something is casted. Is the Cruciatus Curse in her future? 

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!" Hermione yelled, Moody breaking out of a sort of amusement he was in by casting this curse and watching its effects. 

He cleared his throat awkwardly as he went to grab the third spider from a jar. It tried to avoid his grasp at all times, but Moody cornered it with his fingers. He brought it over to Hermione's desk, placing on top of her books. Although once he glanced at (y/n) and realized who she was, he moved the spider over and onto her books instead. Her heart raced as all the pressure felt like it was being casted into her. 

"Can you give me the last curse, Miss Lupin?" Moody asked softly. (y/n) questioned how he knew of her father's identity. She had only told her parents and the trio, but she supposed news traveled quick. 

"I go by (l/n) still, for now. But I won't give you this curse."

"Very well. Avada Kedavra!"  Moody yelled, the spider immediately growing limp and flipped as the small green light streamed from Moody's wand. Everyone looked eerily at the spider's corpse. Moody turned to Harry's desk. "The killing curse. Only one person was known to have survived it and he's sitting in this room." 

Moody was standing in front of Harry, popping open the drink container that he had drank from in the Great Hall with a shiver. Harry looked up in confusion. 

Alastor Moody was a strange man, but no one was sure that it was in a good way. 

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As the group shakily descended out of the DADA classroom through the stone stairwell, the mood was anything but light.

 The beat of their shoes against the aged stone rattled like a haunting rhythm, even the stained glass windows seemed to weep in sorrow. Cold rain dripping steadily down their painted faces as the gloomy light shined through them like tiny crystals. 

"Brilliant, isn't it? Completely demented, of course, terrifying to be in the same room as him, but he's really been there, ya know?" 

Hermione huffed, "There's a reason those curses are unforgivable. And to perform them in a classroom..." her voice was shaking in anger. "I mean did you see Neville's face?" 

As she spoke, Neville stood staring out the glass, looking as though his thoughts took too much energy. Hermione put her hand on his shoulder, "Neville?"

"Son," Moody came limping down the stairs with his staff echoing, "you alright? Come on, we'll have a cup of tea, I want to show you something." 

Neville followed with a blank expression as the group looked at each other and continued down the stairs.

"I let them go," (y/n) said suddenly.

"Let who go?" Hermione asked.

"The spiders," she smiled. "This way they don't have to go through what they did for some other Defense Against the Dark Arts class....or whatever else Moody does to torture them in his free time."

She heard Ron gulp, "You...you let the spiders go? In the castle?" he asked alarmingly, his voice shaking.

The group tried to hold in their laughs as (y/n) answered, "No Ronald not in the castle. Don't worry, they're enjoying their lives in nature right now."

Ron let out a sigh of relief as he changed the subject.

They all made their way to the Great Hall for dinner, wanting to just wind down and forget about the whole day. 

They settled into their seats, the goblet tauntingly waving its flames. 

It was a shocking sight to see Hermione putting food on her plate.

"You're eating again, I notice," Ron commented.

"I've decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights," Hermione said haughtily.

"Yeah...and you were hungry," Ron grinned. 

A rustling sound came as hundreds of owls came through the roof, all carrying something from home for the students. Draco got his share of the normal sweets from home and Neville got a pencil he had forgotten. 

Although (y/n) was confused as a neat envelope dropped on the table with her name on it in her mum's handwriting. This was odd, for her parents usually didn't write to her so early in the year. She ripped it open to read the news. 

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 (𝘺/𝘯), 

𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳. 𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴! 𝘞𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 

𝘮𝘶𝘮 & 𝘥𝘢𝘥

A sullen look took her face as the group looked at her, "What is it?" Harry asked. 

She smiled weakly, "Nothing, my parents just won't be around for holiday or summer."

"Oh...well that's alright!" Ron exclaimed. "You can stay with us! At the Burrow."

"Thank you Ron," she laughed, noticing Harry also seemed down, and also noticing he recieved no letter. "Sirius will write back, Harry."

"Yeah...hope so," Harry sighed. 

The group finished dinner as normal, but (y/n) kept looking over to see Ivan, one of the Durmstrang boys, looking at her. She played it off and didn't give it much attention. 

They all went to the common room to work on Trelawney's homework, Hermione had gone to the library earlier for god knows what. 

They all sat not knowing how to read the complicated planet charts the teacher had provided them with. 

"How are we even supposed to make predictions from this?" Ron asked

"Just...make stuff up!" (y/n) said, as she laughed at the chart.

"Is this like...offensive to you?" Harry asked.

"Offensive? In what way?" (y/n) laughed.

"Well ya know, you're legit in telling the future. And this is just some inaccurate prediction," Harry said, lifting up the circular chart.

"Well it can still tell the future, but a lot of it is user error I think. I'm not sure to be honest." (y/n) thought. 

They heard jangling down the stairs as Hermione showed up with a box full of something. She sat it on the arm of the crimson couch as she picked one of the items up and proudly held it to her chest. "S.P.E.W. badges!" she exclaimed. "Gonna buy one?" she asked the group.

The boys stuttered, but fished for Sickles as Hermione began to glare. "Wonderful!" she said. Hermione made (y/n) Vice President, Harry the secretary, and Ron treasurer. 

They all continued about their work, making up bizarre events.

"Ron will be kidnapped by an army of spiders, Hermione will save every house-elf in the world, and Harry will...somehow win the Triwizard Tournament," (y/n) read her work out loud.

"Rubbish," Harry laughed.

(y/n) turned to Hermione who was giggling at something she wrote. "What'd you say, Hermione?" (y/n) asked, trying to look over her shoulder before she jerked her parchment away. 

"Nothing," she said. 

"Hermione let me see-"

"Ok ok fine," Hermione laughed. (y/n) gasped as she looked at what she said.

Harry and (y/n) will finally confess their feelings and live happily ever after

"Hermione! You can't do that," (y/n) said, trying to shield the writing from Harry and Ron. 

"It's just what the planet's told me!" Hermione defended. 

The boys tried to see what it said for about half an hour before it all got too tiring. 

"Ok fine if you don't tell us, but I'm going to bed," Ron yawned.

"Me as well," Hermione said, secretly showing Ron what she wrote as they climbed up the stairs. 

Harry smiled as he moved to sit next to (y/n), "Come on, what'd it say?" 

"I'm not telling you, Potter," (y/n) smirked. 

It was silent for a moment before (y/n) noticed Harry staring at her. "What's wrong?"

Harry clenched his jaw, "I just-I need to make sure of something."

(y/n) furrowed her eyebrows, "Ok...shoot."

"If the twins do figure out how to enter their names. Are you gonna do it?" Harry asked nervously. 

"What, of course not! Why are you...worried about me?" (y/n) teased, nudging his shoulder.

"Well, um, I mean-"

"Nervous?" 

"Ok yes, I'm worried about you-" 

"Don't be, I'm fine," (y/n) laughed. 

"I care, is that such a bad thing?" Harry bursted. 

(y/n) was startled at his seriousness, "Oh...no not at all Harry. I'm sorry. Are...are you going to enter?"

"No, definitely not. It's a death wish," Harry stared at the fire. 

"Good," (y/n) stated, "cause I care about you too."

They looked at each other and smiled. Time passed and they talked for a long while, noticing that they were much closer than they were at the beginning of the conversation. Harry finally broke off, barely able to keep his eyes open.

"I regret to say I think it's time for bed," Harry said, holding back a yawn. "You coming?"

"Yeah, I'll go to bed in a minute. Goodnight Harry," (y/n) loved saying his name sometimes. 

"Goodnight (y/n)," Harry said, as he disappeared up the steps.

A few minutes later, a pair of footsteps were steadily coming down, (y/n) figured it was Harry. His notebook was still on the chair he sat in. Although she was shocked to hear a deeper male voice from behind her. 

"Excuse me?" the voice said.

She turned around to see that it was...Ivan?

"You're (y/n), right?" he asked. She shook her head yes, as he held out his hand. "I'm Ivan."

"I know- I mean, uh, nice to meet you," (y/n) gulped. He was more attractive up close. 

He moved over to the front of the couch, gesturing towards the seat next to her, "May I?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, yeah go right ahead," (y/n) answered. It felt wrong, Harry was just sitting there. It felt like she was cheating. 

"You're the first one I noticed when I came here, ya know. Not to sound weird or anything," Ivan said playing with his fingers. 

"No, no, you're good. I did too. That's how I knew your name, actually, I asked one of my friends." 

Ivan couldn't stop staring at (y/n), "Is it true? Are you a seer?"

(y/n) opened her mouth to speak, but a voice and footsteps came first, "Hey, I forgot my notebook down here," Harry yelled, stopping once he saw Ivan. "Oh...am I...interrupting something?" Harry asked, anger and sadness squeezing his heart.

Ivan started to speak, "Actually, ye-"

"No not at all!" (y/n) answered, getting up and handing Harry his notebook. She didn't want Harry to think anything serious was happening, so why would she say yes?

"Ivan, right?" Harry asked.

He nodded his head. "Well, (y/n) was actually just about to go to bed. She was telling me how tired she was earlier."

"Goodnight, Ivan," (y/n) yelled before climbing up the steps. 

"What was that about?" Harry asked, as they walked to the common room.

"He came in and started talking. Nothing serious." (y/n) answered.

"I don't like him," Harry stated. 

"Jealous?" 

"What- no. I just get...bad vibes from him," Harry huffed.

They continued to talk before parting ways and heading to bed. Harry went to bed and talked to Ron, the redhead saying he's going to try and enter if Fred and George figured it out. Harry closed his eyes and imagined winning the tournament, ((y/n)'s face in the crowd clearer than everyone else's) with admiration. Pushing Ivan to the side as she ran up to him and closed him in an embrace. 

Hermione was sound asleep, her covers hiding half her face. (y/n) dreaded going to sleep for she knew what her dreams would bring her. 

She was right. Almost as soon as her mind drifted into a state of sleep, her dreams betrayed her just like she said to Harry. 

Blood, tears, screaming, bodies. She saw it all. The bodies crashing with dead weight as the grass underneath them wept as blood seeping with the act of murder drenched the blades. A man was laying in front of her, body limp, his face blurred out in a static haze. Her own body began spinning as the contact of the ground radiated through her back, the world dizzy. She couldn't breathe, pain slithering through every pain receptor in her sparking nerves. Before she screamed, her body flipped up to her holding something. A small slip of parchment with her name neatly scrawled. The scene began to darken as black swirls of water like texture made it dark and darker...until it was black.

She awoke with a gasp, looking around. Still breathing heavy, she was confused to see her journal open next to her, a new message scrawled. Did she write in her sleep?

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨,

 ~𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘯

What. the. hell.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The Great Hall was bustling with students eager to put in their name, and those eager to watch those make the ultimate sacrifice. 

Cheering erupted as Cedric Diggory came stumbling past the Age Line, hair dripping with rain, as he placed his name into the blue flame. 

Ron smiled and waved, but Cedric went back into the crowd of cheering Hufflepuffs and his face dropped in defeat. He moved on, staring at the dancing blue flames and iridescent Age Line. "Eternal glory," he said, "brilliant, wouldn't it? Three years from now when we're old enough to be chosen."

"Yeah rather you than me," Harry laughed.

"Yes!" the twins screamed, as they came  racing through the doors, each holding a tube of some sort of potion. Everyone clapped as they gave everyone high fives and went into the stands by Hermione. "Well lads, we've done it! Brewed it up just this morning."

"It's not going to work," Hermione said in a sing-songy voice.

The twins went over to her as they crouched down, one on each side. 

"Oh, yeah?"

"And why's that Granger?" George asked. 

"You see this?" she asked pointing to the faint glowing circle around the goblet. "This is an Age Line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" Fred teased.

"So," she huffed while snapping her book shut, "a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled, by a dodge as pathetically dim witted, as an Ageing potion."

"Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant!"

"Because it's so pathetically dim witted."  said George.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George."

"Bottoms up," they said in unison. The linked arms while they downed the whole bottle of the potion. They jumped from the stands and into the age line, cheering victoriously as no reaction occurred. Although when they put their names in, the goblet betrayed them, the flames erupting through the room and tossing the twins out of the Age Line, their hair growing longer and white as they wrestled on the ground. Everyone grew silent as Viktor Krum came in, intimidatingly putting his name into the goblet, smiling at Hermione.

(y/n) had noticed that Ivan also had put his name into the goblet. Who would be chosen, that's what everyone had to wait to find out. 

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The excitement to find out who was going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament made the night before hard to sleep. (y/n) kept replaying the piece of parchment she saw in her dream in her head multiple times, thankful she didn't try to put her name in. 

Whispers all around, making the air seem like it had secrets woven in like a quilt. Everyone in the Great Hall felt anxious, even if they didn't enter their name. 

"Have a seat, please," Dumbledore bellowed, everyone obliging. "Now the moment, you've all been waiting for! The champion selection!" Dumbledore waved his hand as he turned to face the students, each pot of flames whittling down to fizzing ash as the room was only lit by a few candles and the flame from the goblet. Going over the the goblet, Dumbledore ran his hands along the sides, patiently waiting for it to choose. The blue flame flickered to a magenta color as it danced, a small piece of parchment shot into the air with smoke trailing behind it, the corners still a bright orange. 

Dumbledore grabs it as he carefully unravels the corners, "The Durmstrang champion is...Viktor Krum!" 

Cheers are heard throughout, and as Krum shakes Dumbledore's hand and goes to a spot for the champions, the goblet repeats the process. 

This time its a circular parchment, edges trimmed in a delicate gold, "The champion of Beauxbatons is...Fleur Delacour!" 

A beautiful Veela walks from the Beauxbatons crowd, her shiny hair in a low ponytail. She too shakes the Headmaster's hand and going next to Krum. 

For the last time the magenta flame returns, and a slip pops out, "The Hogwarts champion...Cedric Diggory!" 

Everyone cheers as he repeats what the other champions had done. Although (y/n) stops clapping once she realizes what this could mean. Dumbledore said it himself...this tournament is extremely dangerous, death is a possibility. The one thing that whispers to hear in her dreams. It talks with the prophecy, how it will start with a death from the house of the badger and end with the beloved. Was it a sign for this? Cedric is in Hufflepuff. Maybe if she could prevent his demise than whatever this prophecy is won't be able to even begin. She could prevent the death of the beloved...whatever that means. 

She hated this feeling. The feeling that she the world was putting all of it's deepest darkest secrets onto her shoulders. She's 14, how is she supposed to keep putting her life aside to pick up the crumbling mass of the dire need of Hogwarts? It's a battle that she's fighting alone, but at what cost? The hero is not always fighting with the want to be needed. 

"You alright?" Harry asked, noticing how she zoned out and lightly placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Hm? Oh...yeah fine. Just thinking," she responded half-heartedly.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore bellowed. "We now have our three champions! But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist the chalice of champions, this vessel of victory. The Triwizard Cup!" 

It was a see through blue chalice, the steel handles carved like serpents, words carved into the baby blue crystal. A steel branch creeping from underneath of it. Snape looked behind Dumbledore, confused. Dumbledore noticed, turning around to the goblet turn back to magenta. The room went silent with anticipation, a slip shooting almost halfway to the ceiling as Dumbledore grabbed it. He grew more confused as he realised it was two pieces of parchment stuck together.

"Harry Potter," he read of the first, "(y/n)...(l/n)," he read off the second.

The blood from (y/n)'s face drained as she realized not only was Harry's life in danger, but her name was picked too. They both sat frozen, in fact they tried to shrink within the crowd. 

"Harry Potter and (y/n) (l/n)!" Dumbledore screamed, anger seething through him.

"Go you two," Hermione whispered.  "For goodness sake, go," she pushed them forward. 

They both looked at eachother, the room silent. This had to be some sort of mistake. She didn't enter her name, and Harry had said he wouldn't want to be in the tournament. Her heart was beating in her ears, her mouth dry and her ears were burning with guilt and embarrassment. 

"They're cheats!" 

"They aren't even seventeen yet!" 

The crowd was angry, and (y/n) could see in her friends face that they weren't very happy either. As they approached Dumbledore, anger flaming over his half-moon spectacles, he whispered to them. "It can't be both of you. Only one must go forward. Which one will it be?"

Harry and (y/n) looked at each other. That was the question.

Which one will it be

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a/n~ i don't know how this chapter is over 7000 words 🧍‍♀️ i don't even remember what exciting things happened like-

Anyway's, hope everyone's week was good. missed you all :))

Until next time ~i 

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