His sister (Fred Weasley x Potter reader)

I Witness a Bro Breakup in Real Time

I sat in the common room with Hermione. Ron had already gone up to his dormitory, Harry hadn't come back yet, and the twins were off doing who-knows-what.

"What are we going to do, 'Mione? Harry can't partake in this. They just can't let him!" I said, looking at her, desperate.

She gave me that sad, serious look she does. "He has no choice. The moment the Goblet spat out his name, he was bound to the tournament. He has to take part or else..." Her voice faded away, and I dropped my head into my hands.

"Why's it always Harry? Someone's got it out for him, I'm telling you. Is there something he's not telling us?" I asked.

Hermione shook her head slowly. "I don't know, Y/n. I'm heading to bed." She stood up.

I sighed and decided to do the same.

~~~

The next morning I was strolling with Fred and George, but honestly, I wasn't paying attention. They were jabbering about some wild prank they were cooking up, as usual. Meanwhile, a writer from the Daily Prophet—Rita, or something—was supposed to interview the champions today, so I still hadn't had a chance to talk to Harry. And yes, I was seriously worried.

"I have to go," I said, cutting the twins off before they could drag me into whatever chaos they had planned. I needed space to think.

I made my way to the courtyard and plopped down on a bench, pulling a book from my bag to look like I was reading. 'Maybe I should just lock him in a broom closet until this whole tournament blows over,' I thought, then immediately shook my head. Don't be ridiculous.

"Y/n?"

I jumped at the sound of my name and looked up. There stood Harry.

"Harry! Are you okay? What happened? Did you put your name in the Goblet of For—" I started firing questions at him, but he grabbed my shoulders, silencing me.

"Y/n, calm down. I'm fine. I don't know what happened, but I have to participate. And no, I didn't put my name in that stupid cup. Actually, I'm here about something else..."

I blinked, processing that. "Okay... what is it?"

"Sirius wrote me a letter. He wants to meet us tonight in the common room at seven."

I frowned. "How's he gonna pull that off?"

"I don't know. But just meet me there, alright?"

I nodded, and he started to walk away. Then he stopped and glanced back at me.

"If you need any help, don't hesitate to come to me."

He nodded once and left.

I sighed, looking around the courtyard. Time to find Fred and George.

~~~

That night, I walked into the common room to find Harry staring grimly at a crumpled-up newspaper. He didn't look happy—definitely didn't like what he read, because a second later, he tossed it straight into the fire. The flames gave off a strange noise, and I stepped closer.

"Sirius?" I asked cautiously.

Harry jumped. "You nearly gave me a heart attack. And—wait—did you just address the fire as Sirius?"

I just gave him a cheeky smile and dropped to the rug in front of the fireplace. A face was forming in the flames—Sirius's face—and Harry knelt down beside me, wide-eyed.

"Sirius? How...?"

"I don't have much time," Sirius said quickly, his voice low and serious. "So let me get straight to it. Harry, did you or did you not put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"