Hogwarts Legacy Oneshots

Garreth - Hidden Secrets

Garreth Weasley and Y/N had always shared a unique bond. Their friendship was characterized by playful rivalry and constant one-upmanship, but beneath their jesting lay a mutual respect and unspoken affection. Today was no different as they found themselves in the bustling square of Hogsmeade, preparing for the annual brewing contest set during the fall festival.

Garreth, with his messy red hair and mischievous grin, leaned over Y/N's cauldron, peering into her potion with keen interest. "Are you sure your potion is supposed to be that color, Y/N?" he teased, his green eyes twinkling with amusement.

Y/N shot him a playful glare, her lips curving into a smirk. "Of course it is, Garreth. Just because your potions always end up looking like swamp water doesn't mean everyone else's do."

Garreth chuckled, not missing a beat. "Swamp water? I'll have you know my potions are works of art. It's not my fault if people don't appreciate the avant-garde."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a laugh. "If by 'avant-garde,' you mean 'hazardous,' then yes, you're absolutely right."

Their banter continued as they worked, each determined to outdo the other. Despite their competitive spirits, there was a comfort in their rivalry, a familiarity that made their exchanges more enjoyable than contentious.

As the contest progressed, the square filled with the heady aromas of various potions and foods from different vendors. Students and residents alike hustled around, adding ingredients and adjusting temperatures, running from booth to booth with magical sparklers. Amidst the friendly atmosphere, Garreth and Y/N remained focused on each other, their world narrowing to just the two of them.

Garreth added a pinch of powdered unicorn horn to his cauldron, glancing at Y/N out of the corner of his eye. "So, any big plans after you win second place today?" he asked, his tone light but his eyes holding a hint of something more.

Y/N stirred her potion thoughtfully, the colors swirling in mesmerizing patterns. "I might just celebrate my victory by taking a nice walk down towards the lake," she replied, her voice equally playful but with an underlying sincerity. "Care to join me?"

Garreth's heart skipped a beat at her invitation, but he masked his surprise with a grin. "Only if you're buying the butterbeers afterwards."

"It's a deal," Y/N agreed, her eyes meeting his with a spark that sent a shiver down his spine.

As the final minutes of the contest ticked away, both of them hurried to perfect their potions. Garreth added a final touch of dragon's blood, while Y/N carefully measured out the exact amount of moonstone powder. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of competitive drive and unspoken emotions.

Seville Snape, J. Pippin, and Priya Treadwell were the judges for the contest. The trio walked around the competing area, inspecting each participant's work. When they reached Garreth and Y/N, they paused, a mixture of sharp and kind eyes taking in the contents of their cauldrons.

"Interesting," Snape murmured, his voice silky and unreadable. "Both of you have produced potions of exceptional quality. However, there can only be one winner."

The three judges did one last final round before grouping together to determine who the winner was. The square held its breath - waiting for a decision. Finally, Pryia stepped forward and addressed the crowd, a smile on her face. "The winner of this year's brewing contest is... Mr. Garreth Weasley!"

A chorus of applause and cheers erupted. Y/N's attention was fixed on Garreth as she cheered the loudest for him. Her eyes were shining with pride and something deeper.

"Congratulations," Y/N said, her voice warm and genuine. "You earned it!

"Thank you," Garreth replied, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. "But don't think this means I'm letting you off easy. There's always next year."