y/n is not your average girl, constantly finding herself in trouble. With the same scar as the famous Harry Potter but placed on the back of her neck, it is clear she has her own destiny she needs to fulfill.
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y/n pov:
It's been a couple of days since people began entering their names into the Triwizard tournament and everyone was anxious to hear who was chosen. Fred, Geroge, the trio, and I were all sitting in the grand hall waiting for Dumbledore to announce who was in the tournament.
Dumbledore stood at the front of the room clearing his throat while dimming all the lights around us, giving the room a much darker aesthetic. Filch took the piece of fabric that was covering the top of the cup off and Dumbledore began speaking.
"Now the moment you have all been waiting for. The champion selection"
Dumbledore walked up to the cup placing both hands upon it. The fire that was once blue glowed a light red almost pink. A piece of paper flew out of the cup landing in Dumbledore's hand.
"The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum" He says, causing the boys of Durmstrang to begin cheering.
Once again the cup's flame began glowing a light read and another piece of paper flew out.
"The champion from Beauxbatons, Miss Fleur Delacour" Everyone from Beauxbatons respectfully clapped for her as she made her way up to the front joining Viktor.
The cup shot out one last piece of paper.
"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory"
The great hall erupted in cheers and praise, I mean the fact that we had someone representing our school in this big tournament was insane.
Cedric seemed to be looking around the room for something, we made eye contact and he shot me a smile before making his way to the front joining the rest of the champions.
Fred seemed to take notice of this because he put an arm around me pulling me closer to me.
I look up at him and his voice was full of pure anger and hatred as he was glaring directly at Cedric.
"Hey Freddie" I say while grabbing the side of his face.
"Stop worrying" I say planting a kiss on his lips.
Fred's face turned bright red but he had a smile on his face nonetheless.
Dumbledore began speaking again.
"We now have our three champions" He yells his voice booming over the echos of the crowd.
Just as he was about to continue speaking the cup began glowing again the flames turning the familiar light red we had just seen earlier. Another name had been shot out.
Dumbledore catches it, his face dropping as he read it.
"Harry Potter?" He says almost as a question.
"Harry Potter" He says loud enough for everyone to hear.
Harry stood up slightly before sitting back down trying to avoid people seeing him.
