❝Jinxed by a Crazy Love ❞ || HP (EDITING)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Chapter 3: The Triwizard Tournament, and the Unexpected Champion

I didn't get much used to the surroundings or the bitchy third years here. Except for that Weasley girl, who seems to be kind enough to talk with me, because we were mentally the same. She had gone to the Great Hall for breakfast early and mentioned she was going to the library with Granger. So I decided to pack my stuff and walk slowly to the Hall because I had too much time to waste.

When I reached the hall, I could only see Draco averting his eyes from me, scowling like I made a mistake, which I wasn't supposed to. I got irritated as all his friends shared glances and looked back and forth at us. I dropped my bag at the Gryffindor table and walked straight to Draco. "Look at me", I ordered. "What did I even do?! The hat put me in Gryffindor you can't tell me its my fault...Draco, speak up!"

Draco gave a piece of parchment from his pocket, his friends giving me looks of sympathy and pity. I opened it, my father had written it, "Dear Draco", I read it. "I'm not very happy or pleased that your sister and that disgraceful Malfoy has been put in Gryffindor of all the houses. It's such a shame to the Malfoy family line, and I hereby swear that she will no longer be my daughter, neither will be her father. Which will make you two strangers for life. I'd advise you won't talk with the filthy disgrace. Regards, Lucius", I breathed. "Is he out of his head?!"

I forced Draco to look at me, "Come on, Just because that old bastard said so, doesn't mean we should stay away despite the blood relation we have...He's an idiot, now I'm sure of it", I sighed. "You know what? I'm glad I got disowned, convey my regards to mum and dad...Bye-"

"Y/n wait-", Theodore said. "He's been skipping meals-"

I snapped before he finished. "And I'll skip McGonagall's Transfiguration and earn a detention if I stay here one more second", I took my bag and walked off to class.

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It was a cold evening at the end of October, and I was heading back to the Gryffindor common room, Ginny Weasley walked beside me, her hands fidgeting with her uniform tie. We heard various whispers as we walked past a few students. "It's that year, Dumbledore said-"..."You mean, we're having that legendary tournament in our school?!"..."More like deadly"..."Only students above seventeen are allowed, I hope Cedric enrolls him in it-"..."Girl, like he's the hottest, strongest--most eligible person okay?"..."Whatever, simp"..

I turned to Ginny, "What's with those rumors?", I asked. "What tournament?"

Ginny faced me, "Something called Triwizard tournament", she shrugged. "I don't know why people are lining up to get killed"

I blinked, "T-the Triwizard tournament that- wait- that tradition is outdated like seven hundred years ago, wasn't it?!", I shook my head in disbelief. "This definitely won't end well"

She sighed, "Fred and George are trying to fool the goblet"

"The goblet?", I raised an eyebrow.

"The Goblet of Fire", she said skeptically.

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Dumbledore welcomed the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang and their weird looking headmasters, not to mention that Dumbledore himself looks like Santa Claus though he gives only advises not gifts. The first thing he mentioned was the age to enroll, which was seventeen, so I stopped paying attention, and read a book under the table.

Durmstrang. The school where my dad wanted Draco and me to study but mum refused saying it was too far. Whereas Ilvermorny on the other hand was even far away compared to Durmstrang, Whatever their logic is.

I was reading about Legilimency, mind reading in muggle terms. By the time I almost finished the book, Dumbledore was still speaking about the triwizard tournament and the goblet of fire which will be kept for a week, and those who're interested, and are above the age of seventeen can take part in it. The Weasley Twins seemed too irritated for their own good, and they started listing ideas on how to get in the tournament illegally.

"Aren't they seventeen yet?", I asked Ginny who was beside me.

"Not yet", she said. "They're still sixteen, they need to wait till April for that."

I nodded in response and went back to the Legilimency book and tried to use it practically.

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Time had skipped, leading us to the end of the week, and I've been growing more and more in Legilimency and I can even read a few words from human minds, this is not applicable to animals or non-living things which don't have a soul. Today the three champions of the Triwizard Tournament had been chosen. Correction: four.

Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum....and Harry Potter the extra.

I didn't know this is going to end in a few days, Harry can't probably survive the first round. Draco has been ignoring me for like....I lost count of the days, hours, minutes and seconds. I didn't try talking with him either. Let him ignore me and let me go all he can. I'm not even his sister anymore, am I?

I snapped out of my thoughts and books as the portrait door swung open suddenly. A pair of green eyes behind those glasses and a messy disheveled hair came into my view. Harry Potter. He looked scared, depressed, surprised, everything at once, he was probably scared as hell right now, with all the pressure of being the unexpected and the young champion of The Triwizard Tournament in centuries.

"Hey", he said awkwardly. 

"Hello", I said, which turned out to be even more awkward. "Um-"

"Y-you don't believe me either right?", he said frowning, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his uniform sleeve. "I'm just a liar and a douche bag getting into the tournament after a series of frauds"

"Woah- wait", I took a deep breath. "I didn't... There was an age line, you couldn't have possibly entered in, even if you did, how is there no witness to it...this might be someone's revenge on you, Potter"

"Just Harry, please", he said. "And thank you for believing me"

That's when my trust issues started piping into my head, I thought of legilimency. What if I tried reading his mind? I could know he's lying or being honest...I could find his darkest secrets...his darkest fears....and literally everything else...I looked into his eyes directly, focusing on only one thing, ignoring all the rustle of leaves outside the castle, the hooting of owls, and him calling my name to snap out of the look of daze I have on my face right then- 

Blank.

Blank.

Blank.

I cannot even read  his mind.

All I can see is just blank space, void, dark.

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