Little Snape🐍

Rita Skeeter

**** Just a short chapter for now. The next chapter will be longer than this one, but for now, I'm posting this short one.****

The next morning, I could feel the eyes of every student watching me as I walked into the Great Hall for breakfast. Paisley and Bethanne shoved a group of students aside, as they tried to ask me questions.

"Bug off!" Paisley tells them, pulling me towards the Slytherin table.

I took my usual seat besides Draco, as we all began to eat breakfast. I could still hear the whispers of the students, all questioning last night's events. I look across the room, knowing that Harry felt the same way. The look on his face was the same one I wore, as we both listened to all the students whisper on about us.

Just like breakfast, our first 2 classes were the same. Students continued to spread gossip, questioning how Harry and I were able to participate in the competition.

I was glad to walk into my 3rd class of the day, potions, which was taught by my father. I knew he wouldn't allow anyone to talk during his class, especially not about the competition.

My father looked to me, giving me the slightest of smiles as he walked to the front of the room. He looked at all of the students before beginning to speak.

"Now, as much as you wont like it, there will be no discussing the Triwizard Tournament in my class. Anyone who feels the need to defy that rule will stay after class with me and write 200 lines on respecting their professors.

"If you would all flip to page 756, today we will be learning about-" He starts to say before getting cut off by the classroom door opening.

We all turn, seeing professor McGonagall walking to the front of the class where she then quietly speaks with my father. When they finish, my father nods his head, as McGonagall goes to speak.

Will Mr. Potter and Ms. Snape please come with me?" She asks, looking to both Harry and myself.

I quickly stand up, making my way to Professor McGonagall, just as Harry does the same.

Barely ten minutes later, Harry, myself, and the rest of the Triwizard champions were gathered in a room, where McGonagall told us we would meet with a reporter.

Not even a moment later, a woman rushed in, yelling orders.

"You three boys, go stand behind those chairs. And girls, sit down. Hurry up." She orders.

The five of us rush to do as she says.

"Big smiles!" She says, as a bright light then goes off in the room.

The light was so bright that I didn't notice the women walking up to us. I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to get rid of the spots that I was seeing.

"What a charismatic quintet." She says with an unnerving smile and she stands before us.

"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. You're the juicy news." She says, reaching out with both of her hands to touch mine and Fleurs cheeks.

"What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks." She says, and she then pinches our cheeks.

I wince, pulling away from her as she then turns to look at the boys. I rub my cheek as she continues to speak.

"What mysteries do the muscles mask, does courage lie beneath those curls?" She questions as she ruffles Harry and Cedrics hair.

"In short, what makes a champion tic. Me, myself, and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing?" She questions, coming to stand in front of us once again.

The five of us stay silent, none of us wanting to go first.

Rita sighs before grabbing Harry by his shoulders.

"We'll start with the youngest, lovely." She says, as she then drags Harry out of the room.

I was instantly grateful to be older than Harry. I didn't want to have gone first to do the interview. But I knew I'd be next anyways, which still made me nervous.

I turn, looking at the three older students.

"I'm Amy. Amy Snape." I say slowly, looking at the female beside me.

"Fleur Delacour." She says, sticking her hand out to me.

I shake her hand and she smiles softly to me.

I look up at the 2 boys now.

"You're Cedric Diggory, right? And Viktor Krum?" I question.

"Yup, and you're professor Snape's kid, right?" Cedric asks me.

I nod my head, answering his questions.

Viktor then clears his throat, gaining our attention.

"Why did you cry when your name was chosen? Being chosen is a great honor. Do you not want to be a champion?" He asks me in his Bulgarian accent.

I look down at the floor now. I had hoped that no one would bring that up, but seeing as they were in the room when it happened, they were bound to be curious.

"I never wanted to be a Triwizard champion. I had no interest in this competition in the first place" I started off.

"In fact, I'm actually quite scared." I admit, looking back to the older students now.

"Is it true then? That you didn't put your own name into the Goblet of Fire?" Cedric asks me.

I nod my head before speaking.

"I have no clue how my name ended up in the cup, or why I was even chosen. I don't want my father to worry about me."

Footsteps can then be heard walking to the room. We all look up, seeing Rita return, Harry following behind her.

"Return to your class, boy." She tells him, before turning to face us.

She looks us over before her eyes land on me.

"You. Little girl, let's go." She says, as she grabs me by my robes and pulls me from the chair.