"Not all Potter's are hero's all the time"

Something's are better left broken

Harry's POV

After we visited our parents graves we started to get closer. That was until this Triwizard mess came into play. 

When my name was annouced I thought. "WTF! But I didn't put my name in?" I came down for breakfast the next day I went over to say Goodmorning to Y/n but she wasn't there. 

When I tried to talk with her through my mind she didn't responde. Scratch that I couldn't even get into her mind. 

I tried to talk with her after classes but she just ingored me. What did I do now?! Because I don't remember doing shit!

Y/n's POV

After we visited our parents graves we started to get closer. That was until this Triwizard mess came into play. 

When his name was annouced I tried to get into his head. 'Please tell me you didn't put your name in the cup?' But he didn't respond. 

I didn't go down for breakfast that day. 

I knew he wanted to talk but I refused to let him in again.

He had his chance but he did something stupid now putting his life in danger. I don't care anymore. 

I hate my last name. I hate it. 

Makes everyone think that I am good and they think that I am perfect when really I am not even close. 

If I go down stairs at all I only go to classes then immeaditly come right back as soon as it gets close to food time. The gang has been trying to talk to me but I don't let them.

If I let them in they could hurt me. They could also do something stupid and I will have to go and clean up that mess in the shadows like I did with Harry. 

 No I am sick of it. Losing myself I am sick of it.

Either way the gang hasn't stopped trying to get me out of my room. Unlike Harry and his friends who gave up after the 2nd day.