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

Chapter 48

Note: I just want to tell everyone that I'm very grateful that you enjoy my story, and that I'm sorry but I'm going to need to take my uploads a little bit slower. I will post AT LEAST once a week, which is still good but it's less than I used to. What can I say, school is a bitch.

You were huffing and puffing, heaving the cold air in and out of your lungs. Your arms and legs were sore, your ankles were unstable and your lungs began to sting with the cold inhale of the night.

The walls of the maze were constantly changing and switching, even growing around you. With no idea what your plan was to begin with, it was easy to toss caution to the wind when you twisting and turning around the sharp corners, allowing intuition to guide you.

You turned a corner from a more peaceful area of the maze, but were met with another dead end. You stopped in your tracks, but did not let your guard down. You knew your mothers patterns, and knew that the very second you let your spine relax into an arch you would be knocked to the rubble. It was in that moment of half rest when you could have sworn your mother was whispering into your ears through the dark, hollow spaces between the branches. Maybe you heard your father in there as well, but his voice you always chose to ignore.

It was only moments later that you would realize again that those were the whispers of another student. Another who, you hoped, was Harry. You let out a small breath of relief before you bolted around the corner again. The relief came from knowing that there was one of you who you could guarantee was still alive. You heard several screams through your evening jog, and had no way of telling if they had succumbed to the maze or if you were right when you believed that your mother had gotten to them first.

But there was voice, which means it wasn't over.

You ran down the wall of the maze, the collection of only leaves and branches to separate you two. As much as you could have attempted to leap right through, you learned the hard way that the branches would grab you and hold you close, something like a midnight snack. You broke free before they had claimed you, but you wouldn't make that mistake a third time.

You didn't want to yell, as there was still no way of knowing who that was. You were about to whisper through the wall, asking who it was. It was in that moment that you bent forward when you realized the very real possibility that it was not a student at all who was wondering about the maze next to you. So you decided to keep quiet and run around to see for yourself.

You kept your wand in hand as you lightly jogged along the maze wall, approaching the corner that would lead you to the voice.

You bent down slightly so you were stable when you poked your head around, you saw a relatively small figure in the distance. They were almost halted in their path, as they were walking so incredibly slow. Not to be unexpected when wondering though an unpredictable maze.

You noticed a cut along the back of the wearer's jacket. It separated the black side from the red side, and it was then you realized it was Harry who was waking to incredibly slow.

He looked unaccompanied, so you let down your guard slightly by lowering your hand with your wand at your side. You stepped forward slowly. The noises of your feet on the gravel immediately alerted Harry, who spun around with his wand pointed at you.

His face was panicked and tight, but relaxed slightly when he remembered the face.

"Y/n?" His wand lowered as well. He stepped forward so that you were a meter apart, but not so much that he was going in for a hug.

"What-what are you doing here?" His brows furrowed in confusion.

"I can't quite explain without sounding crazy." There was a pause from you, and Harry remained silent to allow you to continue talking. Though there was also the factor that he didn't know what to say.

"...I have a reputation you see." You shrugged. "For being crazy." He looked like he needed clarification.

"I don't understand."

"Then it's good you don't have to. You're the face, not the brains."

That apparently did not entertain Harry as much as it did George.

"Y/n, you're not making sense. You're not even a participant in the tournament." He was beginning to stammer, but he was relieved to have something of an ally.

"I'm not too sure what the plan is either. I suppose I've come to warn you."

"...warn?"

"I think my mum and- my mum is planning on visiting tonight. And it's obvious why." You waved your hand up and down gesturing to Harry that it was he your mother was after.

"How would you know that?"

"So many questions. Not enough time." You sighed, hoping your sarcasm would shut him up at least for the evening.

"We all know you're the prize here, Pottah." Apparently, Harry didn't find your Draco impression all that entertaining either.

"We have to go."

He was silent for a moment.

"I don't understand what I'm the bloody hell is happening with you, or with anyone else for that matter." He opened his mouth but shut it again.

"But I believe you."

"Then this shouldn't go too horribly. How the fuck do we get out?" You turned your head side to side, expecting to see some sort of magical object that just coincidentally followed him around. But to no avail.

"The only way out it by grabbing the trophy. Well, I think so. It's not like we know the way back out. We were all just told to find the trophy, no backups."

"Of course."

You inhaled and closed your eyes in exhaustion.

"Let's go find it then."

"I'm not a bloodhound. I've been searching all night. There are no bloody clues!"

"Zip it. We don't need anyone else hearing us."

"...I haven't found it yet."

"Your the fucking chosen one. I think you can manage."