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

Chapter 6

Your P.O.V.

"No. " the false Moody admits.

"Is he in this room? Is he in this room?"

We see a nod in mine and Harry's direction. "Harry, (Y/n) get away from there!"

we do as we are told quickly and Dumbledore approaches the chest. The chest opens and it contains a series of smaller chests. When the final chest is open Dumbledore asks "Are you alright Alastor?"

"I'm sorry Albus." We hear back

"That's Moody, but then who's...?" Harry trails off as we are the false Moody change.

Dumbledore holds up one of Mad-Eye's Bottles. 'Polyjuice potion." Severus says

"Now we know who's been stealing it from your store Severus." I said ! y eyebrows for half a second and Dumbledore looks into the pit. "We'll get you up in a minute."

Alastor Moody groans. The Mad-Eye Moody they have captive in a chair begins to twitch about restlessly making strange noises. He appears to be transforming. He rips off his fake eyepiece which falls on the floor. He's transformed into Barty Crouch Junior. "Barty Crouch Junior." Dumbledore states.

Barty Jr. Tried to get up to attack Harry and I before being shoved back into his seat. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Barty Jr rolls up his sleeve to reveal a skull and snake marking.

Dumbledore tanks Harry forward. "Your arm Harry."

Harry winces in pain and I thank Harry back to me. "You know what this means don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned."

Dumbledore seems fazed a bit and says, "Send an owl to Azkaban, think they'll find they're missing a prisoner."

"I'll be welcomed back like a hero."

"Perhaps. Personally I've never had much time for heroes."

A long time later, were all in the great hall for Cedric's funeral. I'm in a black tank top, black sweater, and black jeans. Dumbledore starts speaking after a moment. "Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard working, intricately fair minded. And most importantly a fierce fierce friend. I think therefore you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. The ministry of magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so I think would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain, you remember that. And we'll celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and brave and true right to the very end.

HARRY'S P.O.V.

I'm sitting on a bed, Dumbledore walks in and says, "I never liked these curtains. Set them on fire in my fourth year, by accident of course. I put you and (Y/n) in terrible danger this year Harry I'm sorry.

"(Y/n) protected me as best she could. Professor, when I was in the graveyard there was a moment... um... when Voldemort's wand, (Y/n)'s and mine sort of connected."

"Priori Incantatem." He said more to himself before to me. "You saw your parents
that night didn't you? They reappeared." nod. "No spell can reawaken the dead Harry I trust you know that. Dark and diffiult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right what is easy. But remember this, you have friends here. You're not alone."

He gets up and leaves. He's right. I have the three greatest friends in the world, well two of the greatest friends and one amazing girlfriend.

Your P.O.V.

There's a large crowd gathered, the students are going home. Viktor Krum gives Hermione a kiss and hands her some paper. "Write to me. Promise."

"Bye."

Ron is sitting alone. The french sisters approach him, they both in turn give him a kiss on the head. "Au revoir Ron."

The Beauxbatons girls leave in uniform, the crowd applauds. The Durmstrang boys leave too, shaking hands as they go. "Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?" Ron asks.

"No." Hermione states.

"No I don't think so." Harry says.

"I sure hope not." I say.

We kept walking when I noticed that Hermione had stopped and I walk back to her. "Everything's going to change now isn't it?" she asked, seeming sad.

"Yes." Harry and I said at the same time not trying to sugar coat it.

"Promise you'll write this summer. All of you." She said trying to get us to leave on a lighter note

"Well I won't." Ron says and she gives him a look. "You know I won't!"

"Harry and (Y/n) will, won't you?"

"Yeah." I say

"Every week." Harry says

We look over the balcony, the flying horses pulling a carriage head off into the distance. The Bulgarians' ship goes underwater and my friends and boyfriend get on the train and leaves me there, waving goodbye to them. My dad comes up and puts his hand on my shoulder and another long summer is coming up, without being able to see them, it'll hurt.