The Chosen Two (Harry Potter X Reader) Years 1-7

Chapter 3

I have an interview today with the stupid Rita Skita... I honestly do not like her. She twists the news she gets and turns it into a lie to make herself famous. I get dressed in my Hogwarts robes and slowly go down stairs and wait for Harry. When he comes down, Ron's not with him and I already know that they got into a fight. Neither one of us wants to be a champion, we just want to have just one normal year but no, we have to nearly almost die every year. We head to the meeting spot where Rita is meeting us, and she has Flure and I sit in two different chairs with low backs and the boys standing behind us. I put on a fake smile as I wait for the picture to be taken. When the flash goes off I hold it until she speaks. She introduces herself says more stuff about herself and her readers, but when she tries to shake my hand I look at it, then at the other it *Cough cough* her face *cough cough* like it just came from a pile of poop, which isn't to far off. (As you can tell... I very much do not like her.)

"What Quirks lay," She tries to run one of her hands on my cheek and I grab her wrist death glaring her. "beneath those rosy cheeks,"

She goes on but I stop paying attention. She pulls Harry away into a broom closet. I stand up walk over to a wall turn around and face the three of them and lie down. I take a deep breath and try to mentally prepare myself for the questions that she's going to ask. Cedric comes up to me and poke my arm and I hum a short answer. "Why are you laying on the floor?"

"Trying not to punch the thing that's trying to interview us in a broom closet." Just as I finish, she walks out and shortly after Harry does. "Well what do you know." I mutter to myself.

"Next could I talk to (Y/n) Gryffindor?"

I want to say no but I stand up and walk into the small broom closet any way. I sit down and there is some sort of quill in the air hovering above a note pad. "You don't care if I use a quick let's quill do you?"

"Oh no. Go right on ahead." I have to act nice. I have to act nice.

"So here you sit a little girl of 12," Don't punch her, I have to act nice.

"Fourteen."

"About to compete..." I ignore all of her questions half way correcting my age several times and answering the questions reluctantly and half truthful.

Harry's P.O.V.

I head up to the owls to see if a letter has come to me from Sirius. I'm just about to leave when a black owl flies through one of the windows with a letter addressed to me. It says, "Harry. I couldnt risk sending Hedwig. ever since the world cup the ministry has been intercepting more and more owls and she's to easily recognized. We need to talk Harry face to face. meet me in the Gryffindor common room at one o' clock this saturday night. and make sure your alone, Sirius." I stand up and go to pet the owl when I notice a small note at the bottom that reads, "p.s. The bird bites."

I yank my hand back and lick some of the blood off of my finger just after the bird bit it.

Your P.O.V.

I sit in the common room watching the flames dance in the fire. I'm so tired but I dont want to go to sleep. I'm half laying down and half sitting up on the couch in front of the fire. I'm in this kind of trance where I'm half here half not. I can tell that I'm slowly drifting off but I don't care. I let myself fall asleep.

I wake up to the sound of voices and start getting really cold. I hear Harry and someone else but I cant make it out quite yet. I open my eyes slightly and see Harry down next to the fire place. I try to listen better to the voice but just as I do, Harry Says, "Someones coming." I close my eyes and again try to listen to whats going on but I dont hear anybody but Harry for some reason.