𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

•Krum•

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The door opened once again, and this time, only boys got in.

Or rather, they rushed in, as if their butts were on fire.

They did a small performance, that reached its peak when those on the front spat fire as their Headmaster arrived.

It took Y/N a few instants to note that a boy with a familiar face was walking towards Dumbledore, just behind Karkaroff.

That's when Ron's mouth fell open.

Ron: No way... That's Viktor Krum!
He said.

Hermione and Y/N rolled their eyes.

After Karkaroff sat down too, the Banquet finally begun.

Y/N helped himself with some of the food, as people around him chatted.

Most of them were talking about the Quidditch World Cup, and about the Dark Mark.

And that didn't help at all, since Y/N was still trying with all his might to forget about all that.

After they were done eating, Dumbledore got up again, and cleared his throat.

Dumbledore: And now, the Impartial Judge... Mr Filch, if you may.
He said, looking at Filch, who slowly nodded, and ran out of the hall, limping.

He came back a few minutes later, carrying a very big wooden chest.

It was taller than Dumbledore, and was ornated with gemstones and gold.

Dumbledore raised his wand, and the entire hall fell silent.

The chest started to melt, and Y/N looked at it with a bit of excitement.

It looked just like molten gold.

When the chest finally disappeared, they all looked at its contents.

It was a wooden Goblet, roughly made.
Then, blue flames erupted from it, crackling, and breaking the silence.

Dumbledore: Ladies and Gentlemen... The Goblet of Fire.
He announced.

Dumbledore: It will be the Impartial Judge for this Tournament. If any of you desire to participate, just write your name and the name of your school on a piece of parchment, and put it inside the Goblet. The Goblet, as for tonight, will be placed in the Entrance Hall, and will stay there until Halloween.
He announced, as they all looked at the Goblet in awe.

Dumbledore then clapped his hands, smiling.
Dumbledore: Very well. I think you all must be tired! Go to sleep, everyone. Goodnight!
He announced, dismissing them.

Y/N got up, and followed his friends to the Fat Lady's Portrait.

Seamus stood in front of it, annoyed.

Y/N: Is everything ok?
He asked.

Seamus sighed.
Seamus: She won't let us in.
He said.

The Fat Lady looked at them, holding a glass.
Fat Lady: Oh, just a moment, will you?! I'm trying to sing here!
She said.

She then emitted an high pitched scream, and then smashed the glass on a nearby pillar, breaking it.

Fat Lady: Have you seen?! My voice! It's able to shatter a glass!
She said happily.

Y/N looked at her, raising a brow.

Y/N: Will you let us in?
He said.

She sighed.
Fat Lady: Ugh, whatever.
She said, opening the passage.

They all got in, and Y/N headed straight to bed.

Snowball was already there, all curled up, sleeping peacefully.

He let a sigh of relief.

There wasn't even a 1% chance of him taking part in the Tournament, and he was grateful for that.

But even after hearing Dumbledore's reassuring words, he couldn't help but still feel uneasy.

He didn't know why, but he felt like something bad would happen.

In the end, he had borrowed Hedwig from Harry and had sent a letter to Lupin, while Harry had sent one to Sirius, but he still hadn't received an answer by neither of them, and he felt a little disappointed.

He really wanted to meet Lupin and Sirius, but he knew he couldn't.

Sirius was God knows where, and he just knew that no one would want Lupin to come back to Hogwarts.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Ron's snoring.

He sighed, and closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep.

The next day, he woke up to someone poking his cheek.

He slowly opened his eyes, and found Harry, standing there, smiling.

Harry: Good Morning.
He said.

Y/N yawned.
Y/N: G' Mornin'.
He muttered, still sleepy.

Harry chuckled.
Harry: Get up, Sleepyhead, or we'll be late for Moody's first lesson.
He said.

Y/N grumpily got up, and got dressed.
He rubbed his eyes, and then followed Harry to the Great Hall for Breakfast.

Ron: Look who finally decided to show up.
He said, jokingly.

Y/N: Shut up, Ron.
He muttered, grabbing a toast, and bit into it, trying his best not to fall asleep.

Ron: Well, that's unusual. He's usually the first one to get down here for breakfast.
He said, looking at them.

Hermione nodded.
Hermione: Well, Ron's Right. Are you ok, Y/N?
She asked, raising a brow.

The boy had fell asleep again.
Ron tried not to laugh, as Harry shook him lightly.

Y/N: Hm? Oh, it's nothing, really. Don't worry about me. I'm fine.
He said, rubbing his eyes.

They looked at each other, before looking back at him.

Y/N: It's just... I've been feeling angrier than usual, lately.
He muttered.

Harry looked at him.
He knew perfectly why.

Y/N was frustrated because of that dream, and all the situation at the World Cup didn't help at all.

But he knew how stubborn his twin was.

He knew he'd never tell Ron or Hermione, if he decided not to.

Harry: I know you don't want them to worry. But I can't let you go on like this. I'll see what I can do.
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