You're my Chosen One - Harry Potter X Reader Fanfic

Chapter 19 - The Awful Interview

Next morning

After getting dressed up for Potions, I caught up with Y/n in the corridors. She asked about Ron. "He's not talking to me, that's not my fault."

"I know it isn't. But you should at least try to convince him. Like when I'm upset, you do the same thing?"

"Oh really? When exactly did do that may I ask?" I asked her, stopping her way.

She sent a glare, her eyes speaking as if it was obvious, "Last year? Sirius met us? We found Pettigrew? You called me betrayer? Ring any bells??"

"C'mon you said you weren't even upset!"

She was suddenly enraged. "YOU LITERALLY BROKE MY HEART POTTER!! THE DAMN THREE OF YOU!" said she, her voice high and trembling. "A-Alright" I said. Raising my hands in acceptance, "I-I'm sorry."

"Anyways none of it matters anymore now," she said calmly. "We have enough and more things to worry about," she said, sighing.

"We?"

"Yes, we. I'm not leaving you alone, we're in this together!"

I was halfway through speaking when Collin came up to me, saying Dumbledore was wanting to see the four champions now. "I'll tell Snape about it, don't worry" Y/n assured me. I went with him.

Yes, it was the interview with Rita Skeeter. The four of us, Fleur, Viktor, Cedric and the unfortunate me. We gathered round.

"What a charismatic quarter! Hello," she approached us, "I'm Rita Skeeter," shook hands with us, "I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course you know that, don't you? It's you, we don't know. You're the juicy news."

This woman really does talk a lot.

She then cupped Fleur's face, "what quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks," and then slapped her. She moved on to Cedric, ruffled his hair, and talked all her nonsense that was getting me bored, "...in short, what makes a champion tick."

"Start with the youngest," saying, she dragged me?! Wish I was the eldest!!

We entered a very small room, what looked to me like a Broom Cupboard.

"Hmmm, this is cozy."

"It's a broom cupboard."

"You should feel right to home then," she pushed me. "Don't mind if I use a quick quotes quill do you?"

"Oh. Uh, no," saying, I sat.

"So tell me, Harry. Here, you sit, a mere boy of twelve-"

"I'm fourteen, sorry."

"About to compete against three students, not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but to have mastered spells you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?"

"I-I don't know. I haven't really thought about it," and then I look at the mysterious quill. It's writing on its own. Maybe that's the Quick Quotes Quill.

"Just ignore the quill. Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of twelve, are you?"

"Fourteen," I said with gritted teeth.

"Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of the past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?"

"Uh, no. I didn't enter," I answered straightforward enough.

"Of course, you didn't," this woman is really getting on my nerves now, "Everyone loves a rebel, Harry."

She turned to the quill, "Scratch that last," then turning to me, she said, "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?"

I took a glance at the notes, and then annoyed by her question, I said, "Hey! My eyes aren't glistening with the ghost of my past!!"

WC: 592

A/n: so that's it guys, I don't want to extend this anymore, there's absolutely no fun writing these. I believe the fun enters the scene when the tasks start and especially in yule ball. I'm so bloody excited to write that, but nvm. Moreover, I don't think I'll be putting a/n(s) these days. These days the chapters will be short and long depending. So get ready :)