Harry Styles Imagines and one-shots.

Harry Potter (AU)

A/N: Fuck J.K. Rowling :) 

"The Hogwarts champion is Y/N Y/L/N!From Slytherin!" Dumbledore shouted through the crowd. There were fewer cheers than I hoped. Very few people wanted a Slytherin as a champion.

Dumbledore began listing things that would happen before the first challenge when the Goblet of Fire began to splutter. Another name shot from the blue fires.

"Harry Styles!" Dumbledore said in a terrified voice. Gasps went up around the room.

I'd been having this dream over and over again since it had happened. I'd trained for the Triwizard tournament, Harry hadn't. Harry was younger too. I was constantly worried about him. They shouldn't have let him enter. Not to mention it wasn't fair because I was going to tell him anything I knew to help him out. I wasn't sure how many of the officials knew Harry and I were dating, but I assumed at some point Karkaroff would accuse us of working together. They wouldn't be that far off either. I let Harry know whatever I could, I was so scared he'd die during a tournament.

"Y/N," called Dumbledore in his soft, wise voice. I'd fallen asleep in the library, and had that repetitive dream, now the Headmaster was here, gently shaking me. It was odd to see him in the library.

"Could you come with me please, it's concerning the second task," He said, and I nodded sleepily.

I followed him to his office and I was surprised to see Harry there. He looked nervous, and in the span of a couple seconds he'd run his hands through his hair dozens of times.

"Harry, y/n," Dumbledore peered at us over his half-moon spectacles.

"Yes Headmaster," Harry answered in his deep voice.

"We have an issue. For the second task we need to take the most important person to the student."

"Okay," I said, not quite sure why we were getting this piece of information.

"It turns out, for the two of you, that is each other," The Headmaster said folding his hands.

Harry and I looked at one another. I couldn't help the small, satisfied smile that crossed my face.

"So what you're saying is, there's an issue because now we don't have someone for each of us," I said.

"Exactly, so we wondered if you'd mind if we made a creative replacement."

"Fine with me," Harry shrugged.

"That works," I added.

"Thank you, you may go," Dumbledore smiled.

"So, most important person in my life, good luck tomorrow," Harry grinned as we left, tugging on my hair affectionately.

"Are you going to use that from now on?" I asked.

"Oh for sure, that's all I'm ever calling you," he beamed.

"You're adorable," I crooned, kissing him.

The next day was horrifying. I didn't like The Black Lake at the best of times, with the giant squid and merpeople, but this was worse. The gillyweed had given me the lungs I needed for swimming, and also the sight. Seeing everything so clearly was terrifying.

When I finally reached the destination I was surprised to see someone I recognized. It was Harry! His eyes squeezed closed, his skin pale almost green. I gasped. I swam over quickly, untying him as best I could. I didn't even pay attention to the rest of the people, I was just so anxious to get Harry out of there. I was determined to get Harry to the surface, worries what would happen if I ran out of time. I thought that Dumbledore said there would be a switch out, I was confused and worried.

I surfaced and pulled Harry onshore. I shook Harry, trying to wake him up. When Harry finally did open his eyes, and said, "Good job," but his voice wasn't deep and slow.

"Harry?" I asked in confusion as his skin began to bubble.

"Harry! Someone help!" I screamed as Harry shortened and his hands and arms shot back into his body.

"Y/N?" I heard Harry's real voice and looked over to see Harry holding someone who looked a lot like me.

In minutes I realized I was holding Professor Sprout and Harry was holding Professor Sinestra. Poly juice potion must be the answer.

I ran over to the real Harry. I wrapped my arms around him. I buried my head in his chest, taking in the smell of the real Harry.

"I was really fucking worried," I admitted.

"Me too, I don't know why I thought they'd actually let you die," Harry said sheepishly.

"I don't care how many points I get, as long as you're okay," Harry kissed me gently.