His sister (Fred Weasley x Potter reader)

Unforgivable Curses and Other Fun Icebreakers

After Dumbledore and Crouch finally wrapped up their cheerful little speech about how we might die this year, and Fred and George had finished yelling "RUBBISH!!" for what was definitely two minutes straight, the food finally appeared on the table.

I squealed like someone had just handed me a Firebolt made of chocolate.

"Finally! All that talk about possibly dying had me starving!" I declared, grabbing a plate like it was a life preserver. My friends chuckled as I began piling food like I hadn't eaten in a month.

A few minutes later, mid-chat with the girls—probably about who had better hair, Adrian Pucey or Cedric Diggory—the entire hall went silent.

The kind of silent that makes your stomach drop.

I noticed the girls' eyes going comically wide as they stared at something behind me like they'd just seen a ghost, or maybe worse—an ex.

I raised an eyebrow, turned around, and found myself face-to-face with none other than the Bulgarian brooder himself: Victor Krum.

"Viccy!!" I shouted, leaping up and throwing my arms around him before he could blink. I may or may not have crushed his ribs a little. "How wonderful to see you again!"

He chuckled—deep and rumbly, the kind that vibrated in your chest. "Missed you too, (Y/n/n)," he mumbled, clearly embarrassed that the whole hall had gone dead silent to watch us like we were the stars in a rom-com meet-cute scene.

"How've you been? I was at your last game—bloody brilliant, even if you lost." I said with a grin.

Victor smiled sheepishly. "I've been good. I'm happy to know you cheered for me."

I was just about to tell him I also booed the ref—because I'm nothing if not dramatic—when Fred, being the absolutely unhelpful person he is, piped up.

"Well, you should know—"

"—she actually—" George added.

"—betted against you," Fred finished, ever the finale to their nonsense firework of a sentence.

Victor raised a thick eyebrow, tilting his head toward me.

I let out a nervous laugh and held up my hands. "Technically, I bet against Bulgaria, not you. I said you'd catch the Snitch, but Ireland would win. Which... you did."

Krum blinked, clearly impressed at the painfully accurate call. "I see," he said. "I must get back to friends. See you." And with that, he turned and walked away. A man of few words that one.

I plopped back down like my legs had gone full spaghetti.

"I can't believe you know the Victor Krum!" Angelina squealed behind me.

"How cool is that," Alicia added, eyes sparkling.

I just shrugged like it was no big deal and continued eating, even though internally I was absolutely high-fiving myself.

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The next morning, I was slouched in Defence Against the Dark Arts, waiting for our new professor, Mad-Eye Moody, to show up. The man was supposed to be terrifying, but so far he was just... late.

Naturally, the classroom had descended into absolute chaos.

Fred and George were using parchment scraps to make origami butterflies and swans that flitted around the room like we were in some whimsical fever dream. The girls nearby were deep in a debate over who would get picked for the Triwizard Tournament.