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sirius (chapter 5)

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(harry's pov)

Flash

Me and the other 3 champions were posed for a picture, in the same room that we came to earlier.

"What a charismatic quartet." A pale woman with cakey makeup, artificial curls in her off-white hair, wearing reading glasses, and an awful shade of green, dress said. "Hello." She said as she neared us, and shook our hands.

"I'm Rita Skeeter. I write for the daily prophet. But of course, you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know." She chuckled. "You're the juicy news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" she began to caress, then lightly slap Fleurs' face. She started walking towards Cedric. "What mysteries do the muscles mask? does courage lie beneath those curls?" she said, ruffling Cedric's hair. "In short, what makes a champion tick? Me, myself, and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, whos feeling up for sharing? Hmm?" No one answered her. "Shall we start with the youngest?" She grabbed my arm, and pulled me out of the room.

We walked down the hall a little bit, until she opened the door to a broom closet, and entered.

"Hm. This is cozy." She observed.

"Erm... it's a broom cupboard." I replied.

"You should feel right at home, then."

ouch.

"So tell me, Harry." She started. "Here you sit, a mere boy of twelve-"

"I'm fourteen. Sorry."

"-about to compete against tree students, not only vastly emotionally mature than yourself, but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't even attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?" her green feather quill pointed towards me.

"Erm... I-I dont know. I havent really thought about it."

"Then, of course, no ordinary boy of twelve, are you?" She started, again.

"Fourteen."

"Your story's a legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?"

"Uh- no, I-I didnt enter." I corrected her.

"Of course you didn't." She raised her eyebrow and winked at me.

Why cant people just grasp the idea that I didnt enter??

"Everyone loves a rebel, Harry." She chuckled. "Speaking of your parents, if they were alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned-" her voice got harsh at these last words. "-that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention... at worst a psychotic death wish?"

I looked over her shoulder, at her quill that was scribbling on a note pad.

"Hey! My eyes aren't 'glistening with the ghosts of my past.'" She gave me a guilty smile.

~time skip🤨~

(y/n pov)

"That Rita Skeeter lady is full of crap." Harry said, as we neared the owlry tower in front of us.

Me and Harry were walking up to the owlry. He was expecting a letter back from Sirius, so I decided to join him.

"What'd she say?" I asked, now walking up the steps to the tall tower.