Harry Potter x Reader
In which a young witch struggles with her developing feelings for her best friend
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"I have loved you for years Harry- it's why I drank the poison, its why I pushed you out of the way of...
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Y/n was, obviously, already sat at the Gryffindor table when the rest of Hogwarts had come in. Zetta and the rest of Koldovstoretz's students were stood in a corner, shooting glares towards the Durmstrang students who were gathered around the doorway, evidently not thrilled about having to spend any time around the Durmstrang students and not wanting to sit anywhere near them. The students from Beauxbatons had chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. They were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.
"It's not that cold," said Hermione defensively when she, Harry and Ron had joined Y/n. "Why didn't they bring cloaks?"
"Over here! Come and sit over here!" Ron hissed. "Over here! Hermione, budge up, make a space-"
"What?"
"Too late," said Ron bitterly.
Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students had settled themselves at the Slytherin table. Y/n could see Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle looking very smug about this. As they watched, Malfoy bent forward to speak to Krum.
"Yeah, that's right, smarm up to him, Malfoy," said Ron scathingly. "I bet Krum can see right through him, though ... bet he gets people fawning over him all the time. ... Where d'you reckon they're going to sleep? We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry ... I wouldn't mind giving him my bed, I could kip on a camp bed."
Hermione snorted as the Koldovstoretz students all moved to sit at the Gryffindor table.
"They look a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot," said Harry.
The Durmstrang students were pulling off their heavy furs and looking up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest; a couple of them were picking up the golden plates and goblets and examining them, apparently impressed. Meanwhile, the Koldovstoretz students were still shooting Durmstrang glares as they too removed their shawls and sweaters.
Up at the staff table, Filch, the caretaker, was adding chairs. He was wearing his moldy old tailcoat in honor of the occasion.
"But there are only three extra people," Harry said. "Why's Filch putting out five chairs, who else is coming?"
"Eh?" said Ron vaguely. He was still staring avidly at Krum.
When all the students had entered the Hall and settled down at their House tables, the staff entered, filing up to the top table and taking their seats. Last in line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, The Koldovstoretz headmistress and Madame Maxime. When their headmistress appeared, the pupils from Beauxbatons leapt to their feet. A few of the Hogwarts students laughed. The Beauxbatons party appeared quite unembarrassed, however, and did not resume their seats until Madame Maxime had sat down on Dumbledore's lefthand side. Dumbledore remained standing, and a silence fell over the Great Hall.
