Written In The Stars IV -[Harry Potter xF!Oc]

Chapter Seventeen: The Dumbledore Women.

Mel forgot all about Rita Skeeter by the time next Monday arrived, Sirius sent a letter asking to meet Harry on the 22nd of November, they were wondering what was he planning to do.

As the date for the first task approached, Harry became more and more anxious, quiet and jumpy. The main focus was to help him with as many information as they could, even if they didn't know what was he facing.

"Nothing!" Mel closed her book in mild annoyance, "no constant, no hint, no rule that can help us guess what the task will be."

"That makes me feel so much better," Harry replied with irony, his eyes skimming through a text.

"What if we ask–"

"They won't tell me." 

"Surely they can make an exception–?"

"I don't want them to!" The boy replied indignantly. "I can do it!"

"You don't have to do it on your own."

"Can we not argue in the library?" Hermione grumbled. "I'm trying to read! So are the rest of the students– except for Krum's admirers back there, I wish he didn't spend so much time here, the voices are really distracting!"

A moment after they went back to their quiet research, a newspaper got thrown onto the table, startling them.

"You better read that," Erick sat down beside her. "You'll love it."

Mel and Harry grabbed it at the same time: 

'Harry Potter, the youngest champion of the Triwizard tournament -only fourteen-years-old- and hungry for glory, has shown an incredible sense of self, as he fully believes to be most capable of enduring all tasks...'

"This is bollocks!" Mel exclaimed, then read out loud, "'I suppose I get my strength from my parents. I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now... Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I'm not ashamed to admit it... I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they're watching over me...'  What the hell is that?"

"I warned you," Erick raised a brow, "told you she was going to make you two look terrible."

"Us?"

"Keep reading," He pushed the paper, "you missed the best part."

'Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school... However, things are far from perfect, for it's fully known that Mel Dumbledore -the Headmaster's granddaughter- is infatuated with said boy, and constantly watching him.

"She's obsessed with him," A student offered as testimony. "She's always pulling him away from other girls and turns violent when others try to speak to Harry. It's a little sad really, most of us think she's mental."

Mel was both, incredibly pissed and terribly embarrassed. She couldn't bring herself to meet anyone's eyes. 

"I've never been more ready to set myself on fire."

"Better than wanting to set someone else on fire... Potter, what about you?"

The boy was silent, she was mildly aware of his uneven breathing, but she was more interested in not losing her marbles, didn't want to cause an accident like last time when her magic had gotten out of control.

"There's no way people'll believe this," Hermione frowned. "Not if they have a brain, they won't. Harry hasn't looked a bit pleased about his place in the tournament, not even for a second!"