Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

A Show Trial and Adamant Denial

(Y/N)'s POV

Chills invaded their way down my spine, I felt entirely numb, "This can't be real" I thought, but all that came out of my mouth was a series of stutters and "No's." Dumbledore took a breath and said the names again.

"Harry Potter and (Y/N) (L/N)!" yep, that was undoubtedly, mine and Harry's names. Hermione tried to push us forward, but I was rooted, I turned my eyes to her, "But I didn't-" she just pushed me, "Go" she added quietly.

And so, in a sort of trance of disbelief, me and Harry looked at each other and then slowly made our way across the hall, which was slowly falling out of the shocked silence we were still in, there were cries of "Cheaters" and "They're not even 17!" 

What worried me the most was Dumbledore's eyes, they looked like they was piercing straight through me. As we got to him, he tore the parchment, and handed each of us our respective names. 

And for the third time, I read my name on the paper, hoping there was some mistake, but there wasn't. "That's not my handwriting" I said simply. Looking at the piece of parchment, but even still, he beckoned me forward.

As me and Harry slowly made our way down to the Champions quarters, he seemed to snap out of it. "This can't be right, there's been some mistake, how can we both be chosen" I just shook my head. I could barely form a coherent thought let alone a theory.

Looking over the parchment for what seemed like the thousandth time, noticing that unlike the others, the one we were handed was exceptionally charred and burned. I turned it over in my hands, examining it under new light, hoping that it was a bad prank or something.

Then a thought probed my head "Both? so does that mean he-" I took a breath and prepared for the worst "Harry, please tell me you didn't-" he immediately shook his head. "You?" I shook my head.

Then I saw them, the three real champions, lying in wait to receive praise and instruction, Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. 

Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. Fleur Delacour looked around when we walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair. 

"What is it?" she said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?" "Not quite" I managed to say grimly, holding up the burnt parchment, all three of them looked dumbfounded, even the usually stoic Cedric. 

"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to the others. " 'E cannot compete. 'E is too young." She said, pointing at Harry, "So are you" said Cedric, "And besides it's the tri- wizard tournament, there can't be any more champions" I would have agreed with him, but a rushing of feet behind me diverted my attention.

The door behind them opened again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

We heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, before Professor McGonagall closed the door as she stepped in. Behind them, I heard the "CLANK" of Moody following.

"Madame Maxime!" said Fleur at once, striding over to her headmistress. "Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!" Now normally, I would find that funny, right now, I couldn't agree more, we were both out of our depth here. Krum slowly went over to Karkaroff.

"An' this one, he is young too" Krum pointed to me. "What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" Maxime said imperiously. "I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff.