•"How we met"•

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Y/N'S P.O.V.:

“OH MY MERLIN!”

DID I JUST SEE HOGWARTS LETTER? LETTER? HOG WART? WHAT? AM I OK? GRAMMAR? WHO SHE? HOGWART LETTER? YEAH SHE MY FRIEND?!

“YOUR HOGWARTS LETTER?”

HOW DID CEDRIC TELEPORT TO ME?

“YES YOU DAFT DIMBO!”
“OH MY GOSH! YOU CAN GO TO HOGWARTS!”

BLOODY HECK I CAN!

Third Person:

“HOGWARTS LETTER?”

Amos Diggory, Husband of Bekah Diggory, Father of Cedric and Y/n, shouted.

“BRING IT HERE HUN!”

Bekah shouted, causing the two kids to sprint to where Bekah was cooking lunch.

“You needa get a wand.”

Cedric reminded, causing Y/n to elbow him on the ribs.

“Ow! You’re like a grumpy cat!”

“Kids, not the time.”

Amos said, patting y/n’s shoulder.

“You are going to be the greatest first year.”

Amos complimented, causing Y/N to smile.

“I’ll be sure to cook faster, or either we can shop for your items tomorrow!”

Bekah said excitedly, cooking Spaghetti.

“Well, Mum, as you can see, she’s so excited she elbowed her favorite brother in the ribs!”

Cedric said, putting a hand over his chest, pretending to be hurt.

Y/N grumbled, making Cedric just tell her it was a joke, to which Amos and Bekah laughed.

“Alright. Your favorite chef is done making Spaghetti!”

Bekah exclaimed excitedly, putting the spaghetti in a big bowl, then putting some pieces of the spaghetti on a plate for Amos, Y/N, and Cedric to munch on.

“Mum, aren't you gonna eat?”

Cedric asked, looking to Bekah, who just drank water.

“I need to get some rest for shopping for Y/N's materials.”

Bekah answered, walking upstairs to her and Amos’ bedroom, taking a nap.

“That means. . . . Food fight without Mum knowing!”

Y/N exclaimed excitedly, putting sauce on Cedric's right cheek.

“I'm— older— no— disrespect—”

Cedric said tiredly, while Amos just laughed at the two kids.

Y/N'S P.O.V.:

SO WHAT IF YOU'RE OLDER?! IF DAD CAN BE INVOLVED IN FOOD FIGHT, YOU CAN!!!

“NO!”

Cedric is such a party pooper.

“DON'T- ROLL- EYES- AT- ME-”

NO WHY IS HE PUTTING SAUCE ON MY CAT SHIRT?!

“HOW DARE YOU!”
“YOU STARTED THIS!”
“NO! YOU—”
“DAD WHY ARE YOU THROWING— BLEH— SPAGHETTI SAUCE ON US!”
“To shut you all up and end this once and for all.”

Now dad’s a party pooper. GREAT.

≤time skip to at the train station cuz your author is getting ✨lazy✨≥

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