Redhead || George x reader || y/n Lestrange

Chapter 47

You had been lost in thought the entire time. Your head was clear, but you were on high alert. So much so, in fact, that you had not at all been processing what Dumbledore was announcing to the audience.

"...Mr. Potter." Dumbledore introduced the the crowd after Cedric had received his uproar.

Suddenly, everyone around you sat up and cheered, holding up flyers and banners and cheering Harry on at the top of their lungs. You hurriedly sat up and clapped your hands, smiling at an aloof Harry Potter. He didn't seem to actually notice anyone, but was definitely enjoying the praise.

Once you had all sat back down, you noticed someone exiting from the maze. You squinted your eyes in a panic, preparing for the worst, when out came a professor Moody. He seemed on edge. He was darting his head back and forth before his eyes set on the crowd again.

You and Moody had never gotten along from the start. His eyes were always on you throughout the class, monitoring you. Something was off about him, but what worried you the most was the fact something was familiar about him. And though you had been putting it off, him coming out of the maze that may lead the contestants to their doom made you realize that everything was connected, in some way or another.

If there was one idea that remained consistent throughout your turbulent upbringing, it was that mum wanted Harry Potter. It was quite apparent that she wanted him more than she wanted you. Or maybe she just wanted Voldemort more than she wanted you. But if that lesson had come into any use, it was now. Because now you knew that they would stop at nothing, that they would crash and burn every opening they had to seize the chosen one. And that the time was now.

"Maybe...they won't come here. Maybe they want..." your eyes suddenly shot open, your spine straightened as you held your breath.

"They want Harry to go to them-"

Your thought was immediately disrupted by the sound of a loud cannon shooting through the field. At that sound, all the contestants ran off into different openings of the maze.

Your heart was pounding. There was a sea of people and not enough time. Dumbledore was across the arena, and too useless of a twat to deal with them anyway.

Only you knew what was coming and there wasn't enough time to make anyone else aware. Only you knew what to expect and how to handle them. You quickly made your resolve and inhaled, ready to undo the hard work you put into your new life.

"Tell Dumbledore I'm off to an exclusive family reunion." You turned to leave, but remembered the most important thing.

You quickly and passionately kissed George, gripping his shoulder while he cupped your cheek. You knew if you stayed longer you simply wouldn't leave. So Before he opened his mouth, you squeezed his hand and ran off faster than greased lighting.

You hopped down the few stairs that separated you from the grass and ran across it, straight into the centre opening of the maze. The crowd was gasping and screaming at you to come back, but you didn't even turn your head. Everyone always thought the worst of you, there was no reputation to uphold.

"Y/n!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?!" You heard him in the distance. In the moment, you realized those were likely the last words of his you'd ever hear again.

Once you were separated from the crowd, surrounded by the branches and leaves of the maze, tears fell down your face. You realized that this was the undoing of the life you had worked so hard to build. You were returning to the life you tried so hard to escape from.

"They're persistent. I can thank them for that." You let out a sad chuckle through the heaving from the running.

You weren't sure where you were running to, or even where you would end up. But if that little four eyed chosen son of a bitch was somehow meant to win, like everyone says he is, it should be a breeze for you. All you needed to do was find Harry and he would lead you straight to mum and dad.