Imagines- Harry Potter

Fame & Glory | S.B

Every couple of years, Hogwarts hosts the Triwizard Tournament. An event in which three wizards from the neighboring schools - Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts - compete against each other in a variety of three different challenges. There would be one winner and one person from each school.

These three people compete in complex challenges to surpass to the next one. Whoever wins, in the end, gains the Triwizard Cup and an immense amount of glory. It was for these reasons that a group of five mischief-makers were intrigued. They called themselves the Marauders.

James and Y/n Potter were the so-called leaders of the group. The twins were a dynamic duo and didn't do anything without the other. Sirius Black had joined them in first year after barging into their compartment unannounced on the Hogwarts Express. They later met two shy boys who went by Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew after the sorting.

James sported circular glasses, had unruly brown tuffs and hazel irises. Y/n had h/c hair and glorious e/c eyes. Sirius had silky smooth, dark brown - almost black - hair that when grown long enough curled at the ends. His eyes were a stormy grey, but some days could appear a stone color. Remus was lanky and had his messy fringe of sandy blond hair. His eyes were a beautiful fern color thought. Peter Pettigrew was stocky. He had blonde hair and blue eyes.

Nonetheless, they all loved a challenge.

The competition happened in their fourth year, and it was open to everyone of all ages. Sirius had watched in fear while Regulus placed his name inside of the cup while gripping Y/n's hand tightly. She had assured him many times that everything would be okay. Sirius couldn't bring himself to place his name inside, but James and Y/n could.

Both of them had placed their names in at the same time. It undoubtedly worried Sirius to no end. His girlfriend was putting her life at risk, for what - glory? She already had glory. The Potters were one of the most respected pureblood Gryffindor families in all of London, just as the Noble House of Black was the same but for Slytherin.

A week later, they were all sat on the perimeter of the Great Hall. A substantial rectangular room, its length longer than its width but huge, nonetheless. The ceiling was always charmed with the current outside sky, and not to mention it was a rather tall ceiling - three yards, one would guess. The floor was concrete, and the tables were made out of dark wood, four of them for each Hogwarts house.

However, they all were dismantled into tiny bleachers sat on the perimeter. There were three levels, and the Marauders sat on the left side of the room, watching as everyone filed in. Sirius had a death grip on Y/n's hand. She could feel his palm become sweaty with anxiousness, and she swore he was going to explode soon.

"Siri, it's okay, I promise." Y/n assured, and Sirius shook his head, "What- What if you get chosen? What am I gonna do?"

Y/n smirked, "You're gonna watch me win."

"Not if I get picked," James tutted, "Then I'll watch you lose."

Remus sighed, shaking his head with a smile on his face. The two twins had always made everything a competition, highest marks, getting essays done faster, Quidditch, everything was a competition with the Potters. Moments later, Dumbledore had stepped onto the platform holding the Cup as he began his speech reiterating everything in his previous speech.

He called for silence, and they watched as the blue flame turned red, releasing a bit of parchment with the name, "The member from Durmstrang compete it in the Triwizard Tournament is Drago Bozhidarvo!"

Men yelled as a boy with golden locks and hazel eyes stepped forward. He was tall but muscular. Y/n assumed he was a sixth or seventh year. She couldn't quite tell entirely. He screamed charisma and charm. The perfect prince girls dreamed of. Y/n wasn't enamored. She had her Prince, a mischief-maker like herself, a daredevil. He was anything but a rule follower.