harry potter x fem reader
The pain surged through her as the spells from two wands traveled into her chest. It was the only ending. Seventeen million endings and only one ended in them the defeat of the dark lord. It was the only way. She had to die...
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(•third person POV•)
The idea of talking face-to-face with Sirius was all that sustained Harry over the next two weeks, the only bright spot on a horizon that had never looked darker. Spooky.
The shock of finding himself and y/n school champions had worn off slightly now, and the fear of what was facing them had started to sink in. The first task was drawing steadily nearer; he felt as though it were crouching ahead of him like some horrific monster, barring his path. Y/n tried not to think about it much. She just stuck to her cold bitchy attitude, it was mostly towards boys since 90% of the girls at Hogwarts wore badges with y/n's face on them. She had people trailing her wherever she went. Harry however still received hate from people who still believed he entered himself and y/n. He had never suffered nerves like these; they were way beyond anything he had experienced before a Quidditch match, not even his last one against Slytherin, which had decided who would win the Quidditch Cup. Harry was finding it hard to think about the future at all; he felt as though his whole life had been leading up to, and would finish with, the first task.
Admittedly, he didn't see how Sirius was going to make him feel any better about having to perform against older, more experienced students in front of hundreds of people, but the mere sight of a friendly face would be something at the moment. He, y/n, and Hermione came up with plans to force any stragglers out of the common room.
In the meantime, life became even worse for Harry within the confines of the castle, for Rita Skeeter had published her piece about the Triwizard Tournament, and it had turned out to be not so much a report on the tournament as a life story of Harry and Y/n. Much of the front page had been given over to a picture of the two; the article, continuing on pages two, six, and seven, had been all about Harry and Y/n, the names of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang champions had been misspelled and squashed into the last line of the article, and Cedric hadn't been mentioned at all.
