**No one's POV**
A flash of a camera shines taking a photo of the 4 contestants of the tri-wizard cup. Rita Skeeta steps out in front of them.
"What a charismatic quartet." She says looking between the 4 students, all posing for the picture for the daily prophet. She then snaps back into reality. "Hello" She says sweetly. "I'm Rita Skeeta." Shaking the hands of both Harry and Cedric. "I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know." She lets out a breathy laugh licking the top row of her teeth. "You're the juicy news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" She says caressing Fleur's cheek before slapping it gently. "What mysteries do the muscles mask?" She walks around Cedric somewhat scratching his hair. "Does courage lie beneath those curls?"
She stands between Harry and Cedric. Draping her arms around each of their shoulders. "In short. What makes a champion tick? 'Me, Myself and I' want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So who's feeling up to sharing?" She looks between the champions. Krum, Cederic and Fleur look down, clearly uncomfortable by the reporters actions.
She then looks at Harry. "Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely." Before he could say anything, he was yanked to a near by broom cupboard.
Once they get in, her Quick-Quotes Quill flutters to life. She pushes Harry in and closing the door leaving it slightly ajar. She looks at Harry and sighs. "This is cozy isn't it?" She say with a flirtatious edge to it.
He looks around uncomfortable. "It's a broom cupboard..." He says nervously.
"Well you should feel right at home then." Her tone changing into one that is slightly harsh. She pushes Harry further into the cupboard. "Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill do you?"
"Oh um no." Harry says sitting down on an empty crate as Rita sits on a step, her quill beside her, opening to the first page of the notebook and getting ready to write.
Rita begins.
"So tell me Harry. Here you sit. A mere boy of 12-"
"I'm 14 sorry." Harry interjects. Rita purses her lips and continues.
"-About to compete against three students..Not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself..but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt..in your dizziest daydreams." She stops her mouth curving into a small smile. "Concerned?" She asks smugly, her quill next to her head, seeming to look at Harry as well.
A look of confusion crosses Harry's face. "I..I don't know. I haven't really thought about it." He says with a confused frown. He looks at the quill as it writes away.
"Just ignore the quill." She spoke as it continued to write. "Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of 12, are you?" "Fourteen-" "Your story's legend." She spoke over Harry. "Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you enter such a dangerous tournament?"
"No I didn't enter-" Harry tries to explain.
"Of course you didn't!" She says enthusiastically before winking. "Everyone loves a rebel Harry." After she laughs before turning to her quill. "Scratch that last." She says and the quill does so. She turns back to Harry. "Speaking of your parents, if they were alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that you attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention at worst a psychotic death wish?" She waits for Harry to answer.
He glances at what the quill has written. "Hey my eyes aren't 'glistening with the ghosts of my past'." He says slightly annoyed as he looks at Rita again as she tries to smile at Harry, slightly annoyed at that.
***Timeskip to next day brought to you by Filch simping over Umbridge.***
**Y/N's POV**
As I walked to the owlery, I heard an owl screech overhead. I smiled and kept walking, needing to send a letter to my father and brothers and to see if I had any new ones from them.
As I walked up the stairs, I saw Harry. He was reading a small note. It was from the owl that just flew in, it was strange because he usually has Hedwig. When he finished reading, he huffed in annoyance and the owl bit him. He hissed in pain and stepped back. I stepped in. "Hey Harry." I said with a smile. He looked up.
The face of pain soon turned into a smile. "H-Hey Y/N..." He said.
I looked at the note he was holding. "What're you reading?" I ask. My head tilting in curiosity. He looked at the note in his hand.
"Oh uh nothing. Just a uh..a um..." He thought for a moment debating on what to say. "It's nothing." He shoved the paper into his pocket. I nod slowly. "Uh okay..." I went over to Opal and gave her the letter, sending her off.
I look back at Harry to see him staring. I giggle, i then saw the bite on his finger. "Do you want me heal that for you?..." I gesture to his finger. He snaps out of his trance.
"Oh uh yes please." I holds out his hand. I gently take it in mine. I get out my wand and point it at the wound.
"Tergeo." I say and the blood clears up. "Vulnera Sanentur." I then say and the wound heels. I let go of his hand. "There." I smile.
Harry looks at the healed wound in amazement. "Brillaint." He said with a light chuckle.
"Well I must be going. See you later Harry." I smile again as I left.
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A/N:
Another chapter. Sorry for the long wait. Starting other chapter tomorrow, hopefully be done before I go to another country. Keep reading! :)
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The Girl of Mystery (HP boys various x Reader)
Fanfiction!SLOW UPDATES! You were born into a family of purebloods, descendants of the great Helga Hufflepuff from your mothers side.Your mother died giving birth to you, so you only had your father, 2 brothers and your owl, which you named Opal. You don't ta...
