The Chosen One For Him (harrypotterxfemalereader)

~Sirius Black And His Message~

"P.S The bird bites"

~HARRY'S POV~

The camera flashes as in taking a picture for The Daily Prophet " What a charismatic quartet" Says Rita Skeeter the journalist for the Daily Prophet. "Hello, I'm Rita Skeeter. I write for the Daily Prophet, but of course you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know." She shook the 4 champions for the tournament "You're the juicy news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?"

Rita caressed Fleur's cheek then slapped it gently "What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath those curls"She scratched Cedrics hair "In short, what makes a champion tick? "Me, Myself, and I" want to know not to mention my rabid readers" She squished Me and Cedric against her.

"So who's feeling up to sharing? Hm? Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely." Rita grabbed me along with her into a broom cupboard but this space was a bit bigger then I was with Y/N "Hm. This is cozy" She stares at me graciously "Ug, it's a broom cupboard." I look at her confused "You should feel right at home, then. Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?"she shoved me to sit down "Oh, um....no." I stuttered as I sit down.

"So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy at 12-" Rita Skeeter says ambitiously "I'm 14, Sorry" I cut her off "about to compete against three students not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?" she says "Uhm I- I don't know. I haven't really thought about it" I say as I glance at the quill

"Just ignore the quill, then of course you're no ordinary boy of 12, are you, your story's a legend" she says and was cut off "Fourteen" I say " Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?" She talks " Uh- no, I-I didn't enter" I said defensively "Of course you didn't." She winks at me

"Everyone loves a rebel, Harry" She giggles "Scratch that last" She talks to her quill "Speaking of your parents, were they alive how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best a pathological need for attention... at worst a psychotic death wish?" She looked bad for me.

"Hey! My eyes aren't glistening with the ghost of my past" I yell

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I went to the owlery room waiting for the mail Sirius was going to send me. A owl squawked at me and grabbed my attention towards it. I walk up to it and grabbed the mail from its beak then opened it as I sat back down. It says..

Harry,

I couldn't risk sending Hedwig ever since the World Cup, the Ministry's been intercepting more and more owls, and she's too easily recognized.

We need to talk, Harry, face-to-face. Meet me in the Gryffindor common room, 1:00 this Saturday night, and make sure you're alone.

Sirius

P.S: The bird bites

The bird bite my finger "Aah!" I sucked the blood from my finger "Aah!" I groaned again. "You alright?" Y/N was leaning against the door frame, I shot my looks up at her then hid my hand with the letter "Huh? Yeah I'm alright" I nervously laughed. She starts to walk towards me and grabbed my hand I groaned a bit

She looked at me and chuckles a bit then she grabbed a bit of cloth and dapped my finger soaking up the blood "ah.. it's stings" I squint "of course dummy, it's a bite" Y/N laughs a bit. She places a bandaid on the bite "There you go, be careful next time potter" She looked up at me, the wind blew against her H/C hair as the sun shines her face. I couldn't help but stare at her beauty.

She had beautiful E/C eyes, pink nose from the cold, as I wished my thoughts would go on it was interrupted. "Harry? Harry?" Y/N waves in my face, I quickly blinked and shook my head a bit "Sorry uhm I'll go now see you later Y/N"

I left her there speechless.

Here comes those feelings again.

She is beautiful.

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It was 1:00 in the morning and I went down to the Gryffindor common room "Sirius?" I whisper shout his name but then saw the Daily Prophet with my picture and started to read about it "Harry Potter, age 12, suspected entrant in the Triwizard Tournament. His eyes swimming with the ghosts of his past" Rita Skeeter reads in the Daily Prophet, I immediately crumbled up the newspaper without hesitation "and choking back tears.. Aah!" Her voice faded away, then I threw the newspaper in the fire breathing heavily trying to calm down my anger.

The fire hisses, I turned around quickly and looked at the fire then slowly went towards it. It hissed again, a face shows up gasping for air "Sirius. How-?" I get cut off "I don't have much time, so let me get straight to it. Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" He whispers softly " No!" I shout "Shh! I had to ask. Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort but who was the third man in the room?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know" I said sitting down infront of the fire "you didn't hear a name?" Sirius looked "No. um... Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important" I think about the dream as I heard footsteps "Oh Y/N it's just you..." I sigh in relief . Y/N came in the painting as it closed behind her "Sorry to disturb your conversation with Sirius, continue" Y/N came in a bit tipsy as she undo her boots, I shook my head and look back at Sirius

"and what was that?" Sirius says "He wanted...me. I don't know why but he was gonna use this man to get to me. But, I mean it was only a dream, right?" I replied "Yes. It's just a dream. Look, Harry the Death Eaters at the World Cup your name rising from that goblet. These are not just coincidence. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore."

He whispers even more "What are you saying?" I asked "I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff? He was a Death Eater, and no one, no one stops being a Death Eater.

Then there's Barty Crouch, Heart of stone, sent his own son to Azkaban." Sirius whispers. I heard a door open and I quickly look behind me then back at Sirius "Do you think one of them put my name in the goblet?" I say quickly "I haven't a clue who out your name in that goblet Harry but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament."

He whisper shouts "I'm not ready for this, Sirius" I gulped "You don't have a choice" Sirius argued quietly. The footsteps start to come closer "Someone's coming" I whisper "Keep your friends close, Harry" Sirius said lastly. "Who were you talking to?" Ron comes into the common room "I was talking to Y/N" I look over at her "Yeah we were talking about the weather" Y/N looks at both of us "Oh okay. It was pathetic of me coming down here, night y/n" Ron walked back up.

"Why did you come back so late at night?" I scold her quietly "I was hanging out with Cedric at the Astronomy Tower" Y/N said tiredly with her eyes closed. Cedric of course always him. Why him though? "What did you guys do?" I say a bit furious "Just talked and congratulated him. I smell jealousy" She says and opened her eyes smirking at me "Me? Jealous? I'm not, never" I lied

Y/N smiled and stands up then goes to him "Good night, Harry.." She waved and walked away. I wave back and smiled "Good night, Y/N"

Sleep

Dreams

Love.

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