People say that love is the strongest force there is, but how true is that? Love can overcome many things, yes, but can it overcome everything? Harry believes that it can. He believes that their love is all he needs to be happy in this world. Y/n, e...
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"Aww, Ronnie, your boyfriend got chosen!"
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⏃Third Person POV⏃
As the next day was Saturday, most students usually decide to have breakfast late, opting to sleep in rather than get up any earlier than 10 am.
On this particular day, however, most people awoke with a start, for today was the day that of-age students would place their names in the goblet of fire.
Y/n had been advised not to wake Daphne and Pansy up early today, since they did not care enough about who's chasing the glory to wake up before 10 am.
So, swing as she'd spend the morning without her girls, she decided to have some quality her time before going to the entry hall to watch the 'glory-chasers'.
After a long shower, doing her hair all pretty, and throwing on her comfortable clothes, she heads out of the Slytherin commons, and walks down to the entry hall.
The morning sky seems to be cloudy, the air fresh and wet as they begin to transition into the month of November. Leaves are littering the green grass of the courtyard, the green blades swaying in the breeze, as the clouds rain down on the earth below, almost mockingly choosing not to part away and give way for the sun.
When she finally enters the entry hall, she finds that tens of people are already there, including some of her favorite people. They were all sort of huddled around the goblet, though some of them were sitting off to the side (that was mostly the underaged students that couldn't enter their names).
The goblet seems to be in the center of the room, a huge, glowing blue fire bursting from it, illuminating the entirety of the hall. The light stretches over us, casting a blue light over us, making Ron look like some kind of Smurf. A thick, golden line surrounded the goblet, presumably something Dumbledore magicked there to keep out any unwanted idiots who would try to enter their names.
She approaches with a smile, plopping down beside Ron, who's perched on a bench beside Hermione and Harry.
"Any Hogwart-ians put their names in, yet?" She asks, causing the redheads boy to jump, seeing as he hadn't noticed her sit there beside him.
Hermione's brows furrow as she mouths, 'Hogwart-ians?'
Harry sniggers. "No, just the blokes from Durmstrang."
"Ah..." Y/n nods.
Her eyes glance over at what he's wearing, a small smile on her face as she does so. Harry and Ron are in their uniforms, most likely having been forced by Hermione to do so, since she wanted to look proper for the two visiting schools, and not look as though she lounges around all day like a lazy bum. Harry has his hair unstyled as usual, messy and long, his tie is loosens beneath his jumper, and the sleeves of said jumper are rolled up.
