It's Not A Prank.

Chapter 9

Time Jump

Fred's POV:

        A few weeks had passed since the champion selection and yet almost none of us were ready for it. We had all been worrying non stop about Harry. But, now here we are only a few hours away from the event, the infamous Compass Crew slouched on the common room couch, silent. As the groups of people and their chatter surround us, the only sound coming from our group is the tapping of Y/N's foot as she bounces her leg. George and I had plans to have a sort of makeshift betting booth that Y/N and Lee agreed to help with. So we had to leave in about an hour to get ready for, but at this point it doesn't feel right. Time seems to drag on and with my mind drifting, I hadn't realized that Y/N leaned forwards. 

"It doesn't add up," She mumbles. 

"What?" Lee asks.

"It doesn't add up." She repeats louder.

"What doesn't?" George and I reply in unison.

"Harry isn't 17." She starts as slowly as she stands up to face us. 

"Okay?" Lee says.

"He couldn't have put his name in the goblet. The same thing would've happened to him as you guys, being thrown out of the circle. Which was funny, but unsuccessful. He isn't necessarily enemies with any of the older students, so they most likely wouldn't have done it. So who did it?" She explains.

"I wouldn't put it passed the Slytherins," Lee scoffs.

"Yeah, I guess. But, its just strange." She glances to the clock in the corner. "We should go get ready." 

        The rest of glance to the clock and nod. I stand up first and wrap my arm around Y/N's shoulders. She is stiff and it is easy to tell she is anxious. I tighten my grip a little and loosen it again to try and give her some sort of comfort. George and Lee stand up and we all make our way up to our dorm. As we climb the stairs and push open the door we try to laugh off any nerves and fear and gather our stuff. 

"It's a little chilly out, do you want to borrow a jumper, darling?" I ask Y/N as she labels the sheets of paper.

"Sure," She smiles.

Reader's POV:

        I finish the labels and stand up to face Fred as he rummages through his dresser for a jumper. I walk over to him and lean my head on his back. Fred turns around slowly and hands me a navy blue knitted jumper. I take it from him and flip it over in my hands.

"Your Christmas sweater? Aren't you afraid of it getting ruined?" I ask.

"Don't worry, darling. Mum makes them every year and besides it'll let everyone know who's you are." He winks.

"You're ridiculous," I giggle as I swat his arm.

"But, you love it." He smirks.

"Oi, everyone is heading down to the pitch." Lee calls halfway out the door.

        I quickly pull Fred's jumper over my head and rush out the door and into the hall. In a flash, the two ginger headed boys Lee and I left in the room were on each side of me. I look up to them and see their stupid little pouts and roll my eyes.