Sigh, Teenagers | Harry Potter various x Reader

Boys Continuing to be Stupid

A/N-Hi, for clarification, a bell is the part of a brass instrument that curves outwards and an "ave" means a bird, not an avenue lol (Hopefully this explains it.)

It was chaos as soon as Y/N stepped back into the common room later that night. Either loud gossip or the scuffle of students running around filled the small space. Leave it to the good-mannered Weasley twins to throw a party for a boy who'd accidentally stolen their coveted glory as the Triwizard champion. Y/N swore on her life that the two boys wouldn't stop pestering her about it all the way up the grand staircase and down the corridors.

The girl and Hermione tried their best to assure all their fellow housemates that Harry Potter was no cheat, he did not intend to enter the tournament in the slightest bit, and there was a possibility his entry would be disqualified. But alas, the words of wisdom from the two girls fell on deaf ears as the Gryffindors riled themselves up at the fact that they would have a champion representing their house.

As there were no "Congrats on swindling your name into a life-threatening tournament" decorations to be found, the excited Gryffindors settled on their usual set up of butterbeer and food. Unfortunately, it was Fred and George who were in charge of sneaking in the supplies, and that meant Y/N too. She'd almost gotten away from the task too if it weren't for her getting stuck behind a crowd on the way up to stairs to freedom.

No one quite knew of when their champion would return, so no time was spared in rushing down to the Hogwarts kitchen and stuffing their bags full of treats and beverages that the house elves were more than happy to supply. As soon as the trio were back in the common room, however, Y/N was quick to slip through the crowd of students and away from sight. Though, not wanting to miss speaking to her friend, she stayed in the dark, unlit areas of the balcony connecting the boys and girls dorms.

Harry soon appeared through the portrait hole to the jubilant cheers and shouts from his fellow Gryffindors. Even from her spot above the party, Y/N could tell the boy was uncomfortable with the attention. Y/N couldn't fully understand what her friend was thinking or going through, but she could certainly guess that he hated being accused of entering the tournament whether it was in a positive or negative light.

Hermione, from her expectant spot in the common room, nearly threw a fit as the boy walked in, her wild hair managing to make her look mad as she scolded Harry and demanded answers. It was the same old distressed pleas of innocence from Harry, that Hermione had no choice but to accept.

Fred and George were grouping around Harry as he tried to weave through the crowd of students. As Y/N approached the balcony railing for a better view of the boy, she could faintly hear the twins asking him how he'd managed to do it or congratulating him for achieving such a feat.

Once again, Harry denied all association with the crime as he and Hermione brushed past the rowdy twins, looking around for his other friends. He found Y/N leaning against the railing, looking down at him with worry written all over her face, but couldn't manage to find Ronald anywhere through the mass of bodies.

Y/N stared at the black-haired boy as he and her friend arrived at the top of the stairs. Hermione left to go to bed, but Harry stayed.

"Just so we're clear. You didn't put your name in the goblet of fire," Y/N stated, almost question like.

Harry, with the exasperation of a boy who'd repeated the same thing all night, nodded.

Sighing, the girl ran a hand through her hair as she stared holes into the floor. "What did Dumbledore say?"

"I'm a Triwizard champion now."

"Merlin Harry! Why can't you go a single year without almost dying?"