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jegulily-stuff · 7 months
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Jegulily but they all go to different schools and meet at a triwizard tournament.
All champions? maybe, or maybe one of them doesnt get picked and is bitter towards their own schools champion (kinda want that for James)
James has to go to Hogwarts, he needs to be in Godric Gryffindors house, its part of his personality. Beauxbatons Reg is an obvious choice but Durmstrang could work given their prefered subject matter. I like Durmstrang Lily a lot though, it seems like a school that only cares about students that are great at something - and she is. Also dark magic is part of her introduction to magic through Snape, before she knows how politicised it is, so it works well for her to go to a school that treats it as regular academics. Otherwise Hogwarts suits her better than Beauxbatons
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dstrt1xn · 3 months
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“No courting unless it’s your promised suitor,” Orion Black says, taking a seat across from his sons.
“Can we focus on me for a moment, please?” Sirius presses, pouting slightly. “Marlene’s pure-blood! And she’s gorgeous. Isn’t the point that we ‘grow our ranks’ or something? I am the only boy in school not dating.”
“Your brother doesn’t date.”
“And I have no intention of starting,” comes Regulus’ quick and finite reply.
Orion nods, as though this should be all the convincing Sirius needs. “Remind me why?”
“Have you seen the unwashed miscreants that go to that school?” he scoffs, finally closing his book.
“If I may interject,” Walburga lets herself into the room, an unnerving smile on her face that has sent stronger men than her husband and sons running for the hills. “May I propose an amendment: Sirius can date – when Regulus does.”
Sirius is up in arms instantly. “But he’s practically a dementor! What if he never dates?”
Walburga’s smile grows even more menacing, if possible. “Then, you’ll never date.”
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mkmgwrites · 7 months
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Goblet Of Shadows
Chapter 26
“What did Nott want?” Malfoy asked coldly, gaze narrowing with suspicion as he took in the wizard behind her.
Hermione tugged her hand away, confused and tired and riled up. “None of you’re fucking business” she hissed.
Grey eyes flashed silver as a cold smirk graced his features. His platinum hair gleamed against his glowing silver robes.
“Everything about you is my business, Granger” he smirked. “You made it so when you chose me.”
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mea-laetitia · 5 months
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So I’m reviving my Jegulus Triwizard Tournament AU fic! I’m super excited about it I have big plans for it hehe the first chapter is up right now and here is a little preview of chapter 2. Enjoyyyy!
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The Marauders had never found it so easy to score weed than they had that night. Now that Sirius and Regulus were reunited, they had an almost unlimited supply. James couldn’t remember exactly when, but at some point Regulus had become the school’s unofficial weed dealer, growing batches under his bed with some strange magical lights as well as somewhere off in the forbidden forest that no one else was privy to. Until now, they had been fortunate enough to procure what little they had, albeit very rarely; Regulus had always favoured Remus for they had a shared love of muggle literature. Who knows how that was discovered, James never bothered to ask, but Remus would occasionally turn up after studying in the library with a telltale grin and a small black bag he had charmed to be void of smell. How he managed it, James didn’t care. As long as they had weed, he was happy, and now they were positively rolling in it and he was absolutely over the moon.
“Merlin bless your brother Sirius.” He sighed wistfully as he finished rolling up the fattest joint of his life.
They were sat in their usual smoke spot overlooking the Black Lake, the shared bounty between them was larger than it ever had been, and they had decided there was no better way to celebrate the commencement of their final year of school than to smoke in excess, something they had seldom been able to do before.
Peter’s own was several times smaller than the rest of theirs. He hadn’t smoked since fifth year, when he had horribly greened out and swore it off for the rest of his life. But Sirius was not about to let him miss this golden opportunity.
“What was the point in me reuniting with my brother if you’re just going to let it go to waste?”
James didn’t see fit to mention that it certainly wouldn’t have gone to waste if Peter didn’t join them. Peter high was a phenomenon he had sorely missed, for the boy would become a giggling mess and say some of the funniest things in the world that even while high James wasn’t sure his own mind could think of.
When they were all finished, they stuck their joints together in cheers and Remus used his wand to light them all at once.
“That is some good shit right there.” Sirius said proudly, relishing in exhaling his first puff.
Remus took another drag and peered at Peter with concern. “Okay so far Pete?”
The boy nodded almost too enthusiastically and took another puff that turned him into a coughing mess. James pat him roughly on the back a few times with a fond grin.
“Attaboy Wormy. More you cough the higher you get y’know?”
“That’s a total myth Prongs.” Remus rolled his eyes. “How would that even work?”
“It recycles it through your lungs.”
“Honestly listen to yourself mate.”
Five minutes later even Remus wasn’t making much sense. James leaned back against the tree they were sitting by, staring into the sky and wishing not for the first time that he was capable of taking his broom out for a fly right now, but any time he tried to form an intelligent string of thoughts he was reminded that that was most likely a terrible idea. The only downside of Peter’s newfound drug lust was that he could no longer take them each in turn for a fly on the back of his broom. Oh well.
“What’s even the difference between the stuff he grows outside versus under his bed?” James pondered aloud.
Sirius’ eyes were comically bloodshot. “I think the outside stuff he grows the muggle way, whereas the charmed lights and shit he uses for the inside weed makes it stronger. I think, he’s never actually told me.”
The four stared silently at the bank of the Lake as it lapped softly from whatever movement from a creature within stirred it.
“So what are we smoking right now?” Peter asked.
James examined his own joint as if he would be able to tell the difference just by looking. The ember at the end slowly devoured the weed, gradually making it smaller and smaller. He took a hasty drag so as not to allow it to all burn up.
“Muggle shit I reckon. He’s not been at Hogwarts long enough to have grown a proper batch of the good stuff yet. But he said the stuff he grew in the forest he just left there all summer, so I’ll bet he has an absolute motherload of it.”
The thought of Regulus tending to his plants makes James grin. He had never really pictured Regulus as being a person with his own life and hobbies, despite knowing for years that he had been doing this. But certainly, he must have been passionate about it enough to take the growing so seriously. James wonders what Regulus must be like when he smokes.
“He’s aggravatingly no different to when he’s sober.” Sirius replied, James hadn’t realized he wondered that question out loud. He thanks his good fortune that the sun has lowered enough by now that no one can see his burning face. Really, he shouldn’t care so much about his best friend’s twin, but the boy was fascinating to him, and now that he was allowed to mention him, he just couldn’t help himself.
“When did you smoke with Regulus?” Remus puzzled. “Surely your parents wouldn’t allow that under their roof?”
Sirius smirked. “When have my parent’s rules ever stopped me?”
“Fair.”
“Hey, the top of that tree looks like it’s flipping me off right now.” Peter pointed across the lake. “Is that just me?”
James laughed loudly and looked at the tree in question, which sat inoffensively still and very much was not flipping Peter off.
“You should go give it a piece of your mind mate. I wouldn’t let that slide.”
“I dunno, it looks pretty intimidating to me.” Remus grinned.
Sirius used his wand to relight his own joint and added. “Yeah Wormy be careful, you’re clearly on thin ice already.”
“What did I do to it?” Peter whined, throwing his head back in exasperation.
“Um, dude you’re literally smoking a fellow plant right now. That hash was probably it’s best friend.”
“WELL YOU’RE ALL SMOKING IT TOO!” Peter shouted defensively.
The other three laughed uproariously at their friend. Thank Merlin Peter was a stoner once again because James dearly missed fucking with him when he was high. After a few moments Peter cracked a grin and started to laugh as well, and even though James was utterly content he still couldn’t help the thought from creeping in that moments like these were in short supply now, a year from now they’d have to find a new smoke spot. Or maybe they’d all be separated doing different things with their lives.
James pushed the thought away, grateful that at least that was a year away. He could worry about that later. He took another drag and looked at his friends with a smile.
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l-lenny · 5 months
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Dumb Krum… I love you too!
REUPLOAD-longer ver.
Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fem! Durmstrang! Reader
Tw: reader is swearing, cliffhanger?
Pt 7/??
SERIES MASTERLIST
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For the rest of the lesson you felt uneasy. Viktor ignoring you was hurting you more than anything. For the rest of the class you tried to talk to him but we’re stopped by either McGonagal or Vik. Right after you left the class you got mad “Stop ignoring me!” You pushed him aside. “I am not ignoring you.” He said sternly. “Yes you are!” He looked at you and admitted “I feel like ve are falling apart .. more so since you hang around that ginger” he said and looked in your eyes. You gasped “how can you say that?!” You loved him! But you also love your friends. He never reacted like this when you were talking with Dolian, Artie or any other of your friends. And what about him and Hermione? You werent stupid. “You are the one and only-“ I love. If it was just so easy to say it. “-the one and only…who will truly know me and understand me.” You said with small smile. Was it a sad smile? Was it a pitiful smile? You weren’t even sure. Your feelings are harder to ignore more and more each day. Viktors eyes sparkled as he looked at your face. “You are truly so amazing!” He said and hugged you. Wishing for time to stop just so you could be in his embrace a little while longer or better yet forever you both parted. The rest of the day continued as it should. Well that is what you thought-
Getting out of DADA the infamous Weasley twins went to their next lesson. Both of them in a hurry because they wanted to be sat in the back of the class for professors Bins trash lesson. For obvious reason of really important nap. Rushing through corridors they turned left just for the twins to see both you and Viktor hug so affectionately. Something in Fred stopped and broke. Seeing someone so delicate, yet feisty, beautiful yet dangerous and kind with some other bloke made his blood boil. George noticing his twin stopped he pulled him back to reality and they continued to professor Bins. “Mate you fancy her.” Said George mater-of-factly. “Nah I think it’s just crush. She is older than me, she is in another school, she is a champion, she is a bloody Malfoy and she fancy Krum it’s obvious I don’t stand a chance” he sighed. “I know I am the more handsome twin but you look good too, I bet she is at least crushing on ya! She asked you to the bloody ball! You are the champion’s plus one! And you were the one whom she retrieved from the bottom of the lake.” Fred smiled at his brothers words. His twin was right. He can’t loose hope now! And for the small chance of hope to be with her he is willing to fight.
After your last lesson of the day you were crossing the courtyard and was stopped by your brother. He was fuming. Getting on your nerves with his yapping about Weasleys. “Draco! Shut it!” You spun to face him. “All I am saying is that your decision to like him is stupid-“ he continued “-you have so much more potential to go for someone better!” You bring out your wand just to glue his lips together. “I hate you!” You said, tears started to spill. Was is so hard that for just one day to have peace and quiet? Not to mention that your emotions were running wild today. “Stop getting into things that don’t concern you! You don’t have slightest idea what happened to you but I hate this version of you” you undid the spell and walked away. Draco was stunned looking at your direction.
In rage you marched to your room when some slytherin guy stopped you. “Hey beauty!” You looked at him already annoyed. In your eyes he was more sleazy than nice or charming. Sly smirk plastered on his face. “The name is Marcus…Marcus Flint! And I know you will have great time with me on the Yule ball” he said confidently. “So I will be taking you to it as your date yeah?” He arrogantly continued. But in that moment you started laughing historically. This just gave you an opportunity to say to whole school you have a date to the ball. “With you?” You started to say. “Hate to break it to you-“ you said sarcastically “-but you’re as charming as a sleazy snail could be, not to mention you didn’t even asked! You dare to order me around? I already have better date, more handsome, charming and has manner!” He looked stunned, but then his face turned red. “You stupid bitch! How dare you-“ you slapped him. You slapped him so hard he fell to the floor. “Do. Not. Ever. Call. Me. That!” You spit out. “I could lit your pants on fire just for the fun of it” you whispered to him in a mean teasing voice. “And I would have a nice laugh out of it. I would paralyse you just so you could be without your bloody manhood. I would be praised as a hero and would be doing a favour to any girl who would be unfortunate enough to see your small length. Do not be this stupid next time you open your mouth and learn some manners.”
You left the scene where many students were watching it unfold. Well it was your intention at least until- “ehm ehm” was heard from your left. And there he was. Professor Snape and his hateful glare. “Striking another student I see… that is not a behaviour I expect from miss champion…see me at detention tonight after dinner.” He said sternly and left. Oh my Merlin you trought. This is super bad.
You never had detention! You always escaped with slight slap on the hand nothing more. You were so enraged. Fleeing to Astronomy tower, wanting to be left alone, you looked up at the sky. Memories of Fred folding in as you looked around. Your anger calming. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come to this bloody school…” everything would be more simple. You thought to yourself. No annoying boys or brothers, no stupid feelings towards Vik and no howlers from your parents. Your mind started to feel heavy from all the stress. “Y/n?” chaos in your head got louder. “Y/n.” Your mind screaming and spinning these thoughts around making you feel uneasy. “Y/n!” You spun around to see Viktor. “V-Viktor?” Must you blabber like that? You look pathetic. “Are you alright? I heard from Hermioni-ni about your ehm… suitor” he looked unsurely at you. Ah, those eyes. You could loose yourself in them. “Well, yeah…” you sighed “and I got detention for it” you admitted and told him about the situation . First he laughed and then he said “But that’s so unfair. Detention for something that he deserves? Hermioni-ni told me he vas a jerk” the nickname stung for some reason. “Thank you for checking in on me, you are a great…friend” you said and came closer. “Of course” he smiled. Suddenly his hand came up. Him tucking your hair behind your ear made your blood to rush to your cheeks. Looking him in the eyes you were suddenly in much better mood. Inching closer and closer you wanted to close your eyes and make this gap between your lips disappear. Slowly his scent intoxicated your mind and closing your eyes you inched closer. Heart beating fast as if you were running a marathon.
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hoarding-niffler · 1 year
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Not-friends
This has been a request where I was asked to combine the prompts “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?” and "What could you possibly be this stressed about?” in a oneshot for Sebastian and my OC Faye. 
I still need to learn how to write both Ominis and Sebastian, so I hope I didn’t butcher them too much. But I had lots of fun, loved to put my OC in there and am eager to practice the boys some more. 
I hope you enjoy! 
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Ominis’ fingers glide across the embossed printing of his Advanced Potions book, trying to understand and internalise what he’s reading about Veritaserum and how it’s properly brewed, when Sebastian’s voice gives him pause.
“I think I’m ready.”
Ominis nods despite not knowing if his friend will even see his reaction, closes the book, and reaches for his wand.
“No, wait. Just one more minute… then I’m ready.”
Ominis sighs and rolls his eyes—a gesture learned despite never having seen someone else do it—whilst falling back down onto his bed. He decides not to pick up his book again; even he has to admit that today calls for celebration, not excessive study time. He doubts that he could learn anything even if he tried, thanks to Sebastian positively pacing from one end of the room to the other, muttering under his breath just loud enough to disrupt his thoughts. He doesn’t need the gift of sight to know that his friend is scurrying about like a frightened mooncalf, oozing tension with every step.
Ominis puts his hands behind his head, careful not to rub off the pomade keeping every single hair in place and listens in on Sebastian’s mumbling.
“This should do it… oh, no, this won’t work. Damn. Where is my…? Ah, there. Green? Black? Or maybe silver!”
“Dear boy, you look marvellous! Dashing. Nothing less than dapper!”
Ominis lifts an eyebrow. Despite never using them, he knows that each dormitory is furnished with a full-length mirror with an enchanted Gargoyle’s head on top. Slytherin’s mirrors tend to be quite blasé if not downright condescending whenever someone steps in front of them, so hearing the light voice excessively compliment his friend comes as a surprise. Sebastian must’ve really gone all out tonight.
“Oh, what do you know, you’re an antique piece of rubbish at best!”
He also seems entirely unimpressed.
The mirror gasps, retorting with a flippant ‘I say!’ before falling quiet once more.
Sebastian continues to fill the silence with his quick steps across the various rugs, but Ominis has had enough. He sits up with a swift movement, his hands checking if his hair needs a bit more Sleakeazy’s before finally lifting up his wand. He walks over to his friend with practiced steps and leans against his wardrobe, effectively stopping Sebastian from rearranging his outfit for the umpteenth time today.
“Sebastian, what could you possibly be this stressed about? At this pace the Yule Ball will be over before we even get there. Stop worrying.”
Sebastian lets out a huff but seems to stop pacing.
“Easy for you to say with your perfectly coiffed hair and flawless complexion!”
Ominis sputters. Since when did Sebastian notice these things? And since when does he sound so… petulant. He knows his friend to be stubborn to a fault, but this is something else. He furrows his brow, resigning himself to make the decision for the both of them.
“You are ready. Let’s go.”
Without waiting for Sebastian to either agree or disagree—confident his friend would vehemently deny his assessment—Ominis points his wand away from him, reaches for Sebastian’s overpriced dress robes and guides them out of their dormitory towards the Great Hall.
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Sometimes Sebastian wonders if Ominis’ trust in him is misplaced. It’s not long after they started going up the moving stairs that his friend’s hand loosens its death grip on his robes, convinced that Sebastian will dutifully follow him. While he’d be flattered in any other circumstance, it now takes everything in him not to double back to their room and lock the door. Who wants to visit the poxy Yule Ball anyway? If he wanted to attend, Sebastian would’ve chosen his absolute best dress robes, his current ensemble is second-rate at best. He would’ve spent not one, but three hours in front of the mirror, trying to tame the abomination that most call hair—or whatever sentient being decided to grow on top of his head. No, he did not look forward to the Yule Ball, and he certainly did not make an effort to convince people otherwise!
The first few times Sebastian trips over his own feet Ominis doesn’t react, but after the fifth time he suddenly stops and turns on his heel, nearly throwing him off balance and back down the staircase. Not that he’d mind too much at this point…
“Sebastian.”
“What?” Wait, was that his own voice? Why did he sound so out of breath? Must be these endless steps!
“What’s wrong?”
Sebastian stares at his friend, not sure how to respond. He balls his fists and…Merlin, why are his palms clammy? What is it with this castle and the sudden humidity? His skin is itching as well, must be these low-budget robes he spent a year saving up for.
Realising that the silence between them is stretching into awkward territory, Sebastian clears his throat, shrugs, and starts to move past his friend, further climbing towards his demise. Ominis follows him closely.
“There is nothing wrong. Stop worrying! The robes are just a bit too long, I’m not used to—”
“They are not, Sebastian. You told me how you had them custom-made. They fit you perfectly.”
Sometimes he hates Ominis for being such a good listener.
Finally reaching the corridor towards the Great Hall, Sebastian lets out a heavy sigh and leans against one of the stone walls. He presses his palms against the cool slate, hoping to give his overheating body some relief.
He knows Ominis can’t see him. He’s aware there’s barely anyone around anymore—most students have already gathered in the hall—but he still needs to close his eyes to say what’s on his mind.
“It’s—it’s Faye,” he finally says.
“Did something happen?”
Ominis sounds surprised, even worried, something that would warm a certain spot inside Sebastian’s chest if his mind wasn’t occupied with this damn Yule Ball and its… implications.
“No! I mean, yes?” Sebastian presses his now cool hands against his eyes, groaning into his palms, “I—I saw her earlier! Ominis, she was wearing a dress!”
“…And?”
How can his friend sound so unimpressed? Doesn’t he realise how serious this is?!
“And she’s a girl!”
He can hear Ominis’ hand slap his forehead with remarkable velocity.
“Your perceptiveness would bring Salazar to his knees, Sebastian. Why is that a problem?”
Sebastian’s hands instinctively find his hair—it couldn’t look much worse anyway—and start to rake through them.
“Because I can’t ignore it anymore! She, she is my—our—friend. She was always our buddy. One of us. We fought Ashwinders together! And now she’s wearing a dress and looks pretty in it, she’s probably already waiting and what if this,” his hands wave erratically up and down his body, not that Ominis could see, “is not enough?”
He stares at his blond friend, waiting for a reaction but all he gets is a hearty chuckle.
“How can you laugh at my—at my despair?!”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Ominis scoffs and steps towards him, slowly putting a hand on his shoulder and gives it an affirming squeeze.
“She did ask you to go with her to the Yule Ball, did she not?”
He gives a half-hearted shrug but hums in agreement.
“She didn’t ask you while you looked all ‘dashing and dapper’. She asked you while you looked how you always do. It will be fine. She likes you.”
Sebastian looks at his friend, searching for any insincerity but finding none. He takes a deep breath, willing his body to lose some of its tension.
“But what if she doesn’t like me enough and only asked me to go as friends?”
“I didn’t.”
Ominis yelps and Sebastian is sure his heart just stopped beating. Faye—smart, beautiful, conveniently quiet Faye—is standing behind them, an odd look on her face he’s never seen before. He can feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment and his hands leave his hair only to scratch at the back of his neck.
It takes him a distressing amount of time to clear his dry throat and address her.
“How…how much did you hear?”
She cocks her head to the side, a shy smile spreading her lips. Wait, are they glistening? Salazar, help him.
“Well, I’m finally aware that I’m a girl. So, thanks for that.”
Ominis snorts—snorts! —as he lets go of Sebastian and lifts his wand to guide him the rest of the way to the Great Hall. Sebastian’s shoulders slump in defeat.
“I really put my foot in it, huh?”
Faye steps closer, smiling up at him. One of her hands reaches out, smoothing down his hair and adjusting his bowtie. His eyes follow her movements with interest until she speaks.
“Both, I’d say.”
He bites his lip, looking anywhere but her face.
“It’s just, I—”
Something is bubbling up inside of him. This itching, cloying feeling he’s had ever since fifth year. Ever since they fought their first Troll together. Something heavy coils in his stomach, his heart pounds like it wants to break out of his chest and before he can stop himself, he steps closer and practically barks at her, “I—maybe I DO have a crush on you! So what?! That’s no reason to make fun of—”
“I’m glad.”
It takes but two words to leave him speechless. Helpless.
His eyebrows lift as he looks down at her, and notices how her cheeks start to redden. Faye’s fingers, now jittery and—dare he say it? —shaky, slide up towards his elbow to eventually link her arm with his and slowly pull him along. Her hair falls into her face as they walk and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was trying to hide from him. Her normally clear voice sounds meek. The penny has dropped.
“I didn’t ask you to the Yule Ball as a friend.”
Sebastian is convinced that her dress, albeit pretty and flattering, can’t possibly be that interesting to warrant her staring at it continuously.
“More as a…not-friend.”
Multiple pennies.
“Huh.”
“I-is that okay?”
Sebastian takes in a deep breath to steady himself, before nodding.
“…It is.”
As soon as the words left his mouth Faye presses her face into his upper arm and he can feel the heat of her blush permeate his robes. A smile, soft and honest, something Sebastian rarely shows anyone, tugs at his lips and his arm pulls her just a little bit closer. Her dress rustles softly and the little sparkling stones woven into the fabric glitter with each step as they make their way towards the Great Hall, ready for the Yule Ball, ready to dance the night away as not-friends.
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dramioneasks · 1 month
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Below the Surface - Blueskiesrockyshores - M, 27 chapters, Words: 105,223 - Goaded into entering the Triwizard Tournament, Slytherin's very own Hermione Granger is selected as the Hogwarts Champion. As an accomplished witch and loyal friend, bets are placed on her being a strong contender. When faced with the challenging tasks, she worries her abilities might not be enough. With pressure mounting and the stakes high, Hermione must navigate the treacherous waters of the Tournament while keeping her true purpose for entering hidden. Will she rise victorious, or will she crash like a falling star?
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dragonciphering · 8 months
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Been seeing a lot of “Harry Potter OC or Character as Yuu” and I love the idea. But I raise you:
Cedric Diggory as Yuu
It’s the funniest thing to imagine Cedric waking up in a coffin after from y’know his death and just being so, So Confused.
That also means he doesn’t blink an eye at the Overblots and NRC environment and sketchy students. He’s seen worse. He’s lived through worse and literally died due to worse. (Voldemort —well not exactly but y’know what I mean— Dementors, and just Hogwarts’s shit security and environment in general)
Plus could imagine the hilarity him actually being able to get back (regarding what we learned at the beginning of chapter 7) but just being like: “I’m not sure what will happen if I do. I did, like, die. I mean, I might be able to possess my body but it might be buried already. I don’t know how long in that world I’ve been dead for but I do want to try.”
Like I might make an AU out of this.
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alcanceresss · 6 months
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POV: Edward Cullen in a previous life died in the triwizard tournament
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ladyhallen · 3 months
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Baby Harry isn't in the triwizard tournament! I mean, Baby Harry is being a teenager and doing teenager shit. (Meaning he's sulking that the quidditch tournament is cancelled and he can't play.)
Yeah, I get that, but you mentioned some of the Sanctuary kids go to the French and Bulgarian school, and the Triwizard tournament means they can spend time at Hogwarts and stalk bby Harry. Or try to befriend him. Or whatever.
The French and Bulgarian Network will absolutely stalk him, causing misunderstandings. They're behind on the gossip by a few months. What's the tea, people.
The Hogwarts Network are mostly amused like, y'all need to learn to this more calmly, you're showing you're rabid, feral selves.
Harry eventually gains several new international friends once the misunderstandings are solved and they've all had a good laugh about it.
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sakughost · 4 months
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Everyone quieted as she entered the great hall. All elegance and swottiness trailed in the air as she walked by. Her long, wavy, blonde hair styled in lush waves framing her small, pretty face smelled strongly of lilies.
Back in Hogwarts, rumours by Peeves told that the sweet scent occupied one of the three scents of half of the boys' Amortentia potions.
With the way she carried herself, anyone who did not know her would undoubtedly think that she's most definitely a Slytherin, hiding behind the contrasted yellow scarf and inner robes.
Draco Malfoy scanned the faces of the boys in the great hall, his brain formulating different hexes for each one. Hermione rolled her eyes at her husband's dramatic antics.
"I will hex all the boys in this shool. I will- "
"Oh, hush. She's eighteen and is very much capable of taking care of herself."
It was the Triwizard Tournament and they were invited in Durmstrang to support their daughter, Lyra Granger-Malfoy, Hogwart's Triwizard Champion.
One of the more striking Champions crossed the hall to greet Lyra. She offered her hand and the Durmstrang Champion, who resembled the built and brooding looks of Viktor Krum, kissed it and placed it on the crook of his elbow, then proceeded to escort her to the center stage. The three Champions stood proudly facing the crowd, the Goblet of Fire's blue flames flickering brightly behind them.
Lyra found her mother's gaze and winked at her. Draco positively seethed. Hermione suppressed a squeal of absolute delight.
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I saw the hp thingy you posted for Wenclair and now i wanna know your hc for the whole Nevermore kids :p
I'm so sorry this has been sitting for a few days, I'm stupid and it took me a HOT minute to realize hp is Harry Potter (at least I hope it is cause I'm answering it as such) Also, these are just my own opinions and of course everyone is entitled to their own thoughts! I believe that most of these characters fit into multiple houses! Also, I'll add if they would play Quidditch or not.
Wednesday: I think a good majority of the fandom would put her in Slytherin and I would agree! However, I do headcanon that she wants to be in Ravenclaw and well, the Sorting Hat had other plans. I also find it funny to think about Wednesday getting placed into Ravenclaw and just being a fucking menace. She was BANNED from Quidditch but with some...convincing she was placed back on the team BUT with the promise that she is NOT allowed to be a Beater, so she becomes the Seeker.
Enid: I almost wanted to place her in Gryffindor, but her whole scene with Wednesday and saying "that's what friends do" and how much she values friendship and togetherness just made me convinced for Hufflepuff. Also, all Hufflepuffs are secretly FERAL and I stand by that. And I also love Slytherin/Hufflepuff relationships. She played for like a year, but was off-put when she broke a nail. She would rather cheer her girlfriend on. Also super cute image to see Enid wearing a Slytherin jersey for Wednesday.
Bianca: I'm so torn between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, just like Wednesday. But at the end of the day, Bianca is also a Slytherin. I mean COME ON. My girl went and made her own life for herself and reached her goals, basically poisoned Yoko to win a cup, and has a million walls up so no one sees her vulnerable. Slytherin. I also like the idea that her and Wednesday go rounds trying to be the top student. Captain of the Slytherin team obviously. She is the best Keeper to ever live.
Eugene: the biggest Hufflepuff to exist. Like I don't need any explanation. I would say that he has avoided Quidditch because he thought he wouldn't be any good, then during his last year he tries it out and turns out, he's a decent Seeker!
Yoko: I need fucking CHARACTERISTICS, MY GIRL DESERVED MORE SCREEN TIME...anyway, for now I want her in Ravenclaw. She would be a witch in the au so no vampire, but I would like to think she's super fucking wise and almost like she's lived for centuries. It also be funny to see Yoko just naturally super smart and it irks Wednesday to no end cause "what do you mean you learned how to do open heart surgery over the weekend?!?" Nah, she ain't down for Quidditch. Just like Enid, she would rather cheer on her own girlfriend than play.
Ajax: Hufflepuff. It's shown in the show that he seems to be loyal to his friends and he just has a very happy-go-lucky vibe about him. I also adore a good platonic Enid/Ajax, so they be the absolute chaotic/idiotic bestie duo that has all of the Hufflepuffs STRESSED. He was also BANNED. Not because of anything violent, but his antics were just too much.
Divina: Again, MY GIRL NEEDS SCREEN TIME. The most we see from her is really just going along with Bianca and being gay with Yoko. That being said, I would like to have her in Gryffindor. Mostly because of Ravenclaw/Gryffindor dynamics. Love the idea of Yoko just trying to chill in the common rooms and her girlfriend is just bouncing off the walls cause "THIS IS SO BORING, I NEED TO FIGHT GOD." Gryffindor Captain. She's a bit of a utility player, mostly does Chaser and Beater.
Kent: My boy also needs more screen time. I want the twins together and I would have them give off Weasley Twin vibes, so Gryffindor as well. I believe that Divina is his impulse control, however where Divina will say she's bored and needs to fight God, Kent will do it without telling ANYONE. He's the reason Gryffindor loses house points consistently. Obviously, he plays. He's a Beater and when the Twins are both the Beaters, absolute chaos during that game.
Tyler: Azkaban. Death penalty. He would only be a monster that Enid beats the fuck out of.
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If you want a mix between Harry Potter and Wenclair and a Triwizard Tournament, including backstory then I have a deal-breaker for you
It's also because I've been writing it for nearly 7 months and I'm starting to write it again xx
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mkmgwrites · 4 months
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Goblet of Shadows
A lil sneak peak for the upcoming chapter dump:
She heard Malfoy sigh beside her, felt his gaze burning into the side of her cheek.
Fingertips grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. His touch was firm, but not bruising. The silver was gone, leaving only gray. His eyes flickered across the freckles on her cheeks, the slope of her nose, the scars branching across her skin. Finally his gaze met hers as she looked at him. He stared at her, into her, with resignation.
“Where did you go Granger?” He asked quietly, more to himself than to her.
And with that he pushed inwards, slipping into her mind as if he belonged there.
His silver robes gleamed in the darkness as he stood over her. “So we’re back to this are we?” He asked, taking in the ice coated door behind her.
Hermione didn’t answer.
He crouched down in front of her, examining the frosted grass beneath them. “This is new” he mused, plucking strands up and watching them fall.
Hermione remained staring at her lap, her palms clasped together.
“Very well” Malfoy sighed, his robe’s fluttering as he stood and pressed his hands against the ice.
Her hand shot out without thinking, latching on to his calf.
“Don’t” she whispered.
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romkole · 1 year
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a daemyra hp au where daemon is sent to northern europe as a young boy to straighten him up; graduated at durmstrang institute, a school notorious for prominently featuring the dark arts in its curriculum, and became a professor.
after many years, the new triwizard tournament is about to begin. arriving at hogwarts, he reunites with his older brother viserys, who became a member of the ministry of magic; and his niece rhaenyra, the prefect of house gryffindor.
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He knew he should be rooting for his students. But his eyes followed his niece with her damn platinum hair, arrogant tilt of head and devilish smirk on her pink lips.
Daemon felt proud and caught in the net at the same time. He was sure Rhaenyra was hellbent on winning. He was terrified and ready to kill when something went very wrong during tournament and few students went missing. Rhaenyra was among them.
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l-lenny · 9 months
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Dumb Krum … I love you too
Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fem! Reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy! Fem! Reader
Part 5/??
SERIES MASTERLIST
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Hugging Viktor tight you started cheering he laughed and hugged you back. Enjoying the moment you didn’t even realized that your schoolmates were approaching you two. Out of the blue you were picked up on shoulders of Patric and Dolian two guys in same year as you. Viktor was lifted too. Everyone was loudly proclaiming that you two were the most skilled out there “Durmstrang! Durmstrang! Durmstrang!” Shouted everyone as they took you to the castle. For a school with such a dark reputation everyone was rather cheerful that night. Some of the guys actually smuggled in the common room few bottles of Hogs head brew, Daisyroot draught, Dagon Barrel brandy and sweet Berry Ocky Rot. And from then on it was straight up celebration of every possible occasion. Few students of Hogwarts showed up and said congratulations. The atmosphere never leaving the comfort zone. You and Viktor were sat side by side and you occasionally leaned on him. Taking in his scent and warmth. And when the clock chimed at midnight you started to feel tired. After a while everything was quiet and still. Sweetest dreams about the first trial flooded your mind. Seeing Viktor after the victory giving you kiss. You leaning in him and- “Y/n!” Yelled heavy accent of your classmate from the stairs. You rolled of the couch with a thud. Getting of the floor you looked at Dolian. Sending him a glare. “What?” You yelled. “You seriously slept on the couch?” He asked you and you looked around the common rooms. You did in fact slept on the couch but wrapped in blanket. Being too tired to get up. “Well Viktor said something about that but what the hell?” He laughed. “Viktor?” You asked him confused. He pointed at the blanket on the couch. “He tried to bring you to bed but since we weren’t able to undo the stupid charm around girls dormitory he said something about keeping you warm. I don’t remember much I feel asleep after a while” he said. You waved him off with a sneer “you two are incompetent at charms” going up the stairs to your room you freshened up. After putting on your favorite jumper and comfy pants you brushed your hair. Making a sleek high ponytail you checked yourself in the mirror. Taking a toothbrush you made sure to get yourself presentable again. Using hydration spell for your skin, you looked like yourself again. “I shouldn’t have drink last night.” You said to yourself going to get breakfast.
Chewing your scrambled eggs you looked for your friends. Not many of them have been present. In fact it was really early and not many students have been in the great hall. One of the few who made it in for early breakfast was your brother. Draco sit beside you. He cleared his trought and asked “Did you wrote to our parents?” You didn’t answer for a while “Not yet, they will be updated anyways, with the way Rita is capturing everything” you answered truthfully. Draco looked at his food “Father was really upset last ti-” he started but you interrupted him “Why are you suddenly so friendly?” You snapped. “I am your brother” he snapped back. “A brother that wanted to cut ties with me” you added sarcastically. “And you are a perfect sister?” He hissed. “You discarded me the first chance you got.” He pouted. “I have been protecting you!” You snapped at him. He looked confused. “What? First of all I don’t need your protection and-“ you interrupted with a low voice “yet you call daddy in any inconvenience right? You can’t protect yourself Draco, that’s why I went to Durmstrang.” You said. Draco not giving his argument up started “father said it was our choice to go to school-“ you stood up “I am not having this conversation right now” you said and left the great hall. Eyes of the students were on you and your brother. Draco stood up and followed you “So you admitted it! I was right and you-“ spinning on your heel you grabbed him by the collar “One of us had to go to Durmstrang, father and I made a deal in order to protect you I had to go.” Draco’s eyes flew open. He never knew about this. “I went willingly because I wanted for you to have it easier.” You said letting his collar go. Draco was stunned. “I” he breathed out when you turned around. “I wrote father this morning” he said. You looked at him “I told him about the trial and-“ he took a shaky breath “your disappointment of friends.” You didn’t quite grasped what he was saying. “Father knew about Vik” you said but what Draco said next was unsettling “I am talking about the Weasleys” he spat out. You looked at him shocked. “You have no right to write about my life. I choose who I am friends with and I choose who I spend time with. I can’t believe you!” You said frustration in your voice. Everything was going downhill from the moment you said foot on the boat. “You changed from the kid I used to know. You are not like the little brother I used to babysit and play with” With that you basically had no one in your family now.
Saying to yourself that the trial will come first, you promised yourself that you will wrote home later. With a task in mind you went to retrieve the egg and trying to focus only on the tournament you were met with a huge screech right when you opened the egg. Quickly closing it you were recovering your hearing. Some girls barged in your room “oh my Merlin what was that” asked girl with brown short hair and big eyes. “Are you alright?” Asked tall girl with a braid. “What happened “ asked the last one with dark hair. They were asking left, right and over each other. Explaining the situation you apologized and executed yourself. Grabbing the egg you went past very confused and very worried slytherins in the common room who headed out for breakfast. Shrugging it of you made your way to one of the bathrooms which no one used. Fred actually told you this. It was perfect for this. No one would be here. On your way there you met Viktor. Smiling at him you asked if he would help you. And that’s how you ended up there for four hours straight. In the first twenty minutes you managed to scared Moaning Myrtle away with the screaming. You had been laying on the floor staring at the ceiling. Your head hurt and your ideas were running low. You decided to freshen up. Filling the sink with water you dunked you head in trying to cool your coming headache. Viktor opened the egg again and tried to see if there was any new clue. But that was when you heard it. It was very faint and very distant. But you heard it. It was a word. You got your head out of the sink and spun at Viktor who shut the egg closed.
“Have you heard it?” You asked. “Vhat?” He asked confused rubbing his ears. “It was very faint and distant but I heard that.” You said energy coming back. “Vhat are you talking about? Vhat did you heard?” He asked you fully excited. You grabbed a bucket that was lying under the sink and made it larger with easy spell. After that you started pouring water in it. Viktor watched confused and then it clicked. He helped you and when he sunk the egg you both dipped your head in the water. Viktor opened the egg and you heard a beautiful melodical voices. It made sense now the screechy sound is actually a song sung by merpeople, who have high, thin, and screechy voices, making the egg's song incomprehensible when listened to in air. Submerging the egg deepens the sound to where it can be understood. According to the song in the Egg, You would have only one hour to rescue something dear to him that would be held deep beneath the lake at Hogwarts by the merpeople.
Calling it a day and cheering about your progress after that you discussed when to hold the next research session in the library. You were so excited that you wanted to share the news with someone. Deciding to tell Fred you went to find him. He was with George at the court yard. Running up to them they greeted you friendly and started a conversation. The usual well done, how are yous and what do you wanna dos were exchanged when you excitedly started talking about the torturous hours spent to decode the clue and how you managed to figure it out. “And I am telling you, it was just a coincidence but we’re got that! Could you believe that? Me and Vik will be studying for the next trial as soon as possible.” You weren’t dumb. You knew the looks of Hufflepuff students. They would probably tell the Hogwarts champions if they heard you talk how to crack the clues. Telling you figured it out but not how was smart. Fred and George were smiling at your enthusiasm. Calling it for celebration they took you to kitchens. Trying to talk to the house elves and asking if they could give you some sweets you chatted happily and enjoyed every minute of it. “So Dumb Krum is sometimes clever who would have thought.” Said George. All of you laughed and shared some stories and what not. In the evening when it was about to be time to sleep you took hot shower, got in your comfortable pajama’s and wrote home. It was surprising that no howler came today after what your brother told you. Maybe father was really busy today and couldn’t read Draco’s lettter? No that can’t be it. Shrugging it off you made your way to bed, letting sleep engulf you.
Once again you were woken up by a howler from your father. He shamed you for talking to Weasley and reminded you to choose better friends and stick to your Durmstrang friends. But he never congratulated you for finishing the first task. Having pretty bad morning you headed to eat and and then you would go to classes. In the moment you wanted to go to your room for books you heard McGonagall make announcement “I have something to say to you all. The Yule Ball will be approaching — a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialise with our foreign guests. Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above — although you may invite a younger student if you wish —“ loud chatter erupted cutting the professor off. She demanded attention again and continued “Dress robes will be worn, and the ball will start at eight o'clock on Christmas Day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall. Now then — The Yule Ball is of course a chance for us all to — er — let our hair down. But that does NOT mean, that we will be relaxing the standards. I will be most seriously displeased if any student embarrasses their school in any way”she sternly reminded “I wish to speak with the champions before classes today” she announced last and disappeared in the hall. Getting up from your seat you followed her with others to her office. “As champions you will have first dance with your chosen partners. You have to invite someone as you must attend because of your roles as champions” she informed “Do not worry about dancing as you shall be educated on that subject later” she said. “Do you have any questions for me?” She smiled kindly at the Triwizard champions. With that all of you went your separate ways.
Was it foolish of you to wish to go with Viktor? Could you even do that? You were too shy to ask Minerva in front of everyone. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw went to attend DADA with the Beauxbatons students, Viktor run to get his books promising to catch up with you in charms. With everyone gone you knocked on Minerva’s door again and entered. “I actually have one question professor” you said. She gave you a comforting smile and gestured for you to continue. “Is it possible for the two champions to go together?” You asked hopefully. She give it a second before answering. “Good question indeed. Well, if you want to attend the ball with one of the champions then I suppose no. The champions are supposed to go as individuals with a date not as champion with a champion.” She answered. You nodded and with a quick thank you you went to grab you books and sprinted to charms, barely making it.
The day was slow and you were more then disappointed in the decision of not going with Viktor. Trying to think of someone who would be fun and nice to talk to during the night you were constantly thinking of Fred Weasley. “Y/n-” some part of you was happy that you were thinking of him. “Y/n-“ and yes he would be fun, you can go as friends. “Y/n!“ you spun your head to Viktor in shock. “What?” He chuckled “You vere spacing out again. Ve are done for today, I asked if you would study with me for the next trial.” He offered and you agreed and went straight to library.
Starting to get headaches you closed the 12th book. Studying on end to find solutions to keep breathing underwater. “The Bubble-Head Charm might be useful but I don’t think we should rely on just one charm” you said and offered to look another day. He nodded and with a good night hug he decided to get to bed early. You went for fresh air to astronomy tower, being in stuffy library all evening was tiring. Step by step you went up the stairs to be met with a ginger head lying on the floor and looking at the stars. Deciding to just plop down next to him you greeted him. “Hey Fred!” He looked at you and smiled “How do you know I am not George?” You chuckled “Your eyes” you simply answered and stared at the stars. He nodded not understanding you in the slightest. “So how was that after in library date with our Dumb Krum?” He asked jokingly. You shook your head “We we trying to figure out how to not die in the next trial.” Fred looked at you taking in all beautiful features that made you shine in the moonlight. Suddenly you sit up and looked at him. Your idea from this morning of asking him to the Yule ball popping in your head. He sat up too confused. “Can I have one favor?” You asked. He nodded letting you continue. “Can you say yes to the next question I am going to ask?” He just blinked. Then laughed and shook his head. “Why to say all of this?” You smiled at him not saying anything. “Fine” he rolled his eyes playfully. “Will you go to the Yule ball with me?” You asked him hoping and praying for him to say yes. Your really wanted to go with him for some reason. “Wait really? Yes I would love to!” He smiled and hugged you. After a while he parted and asked “but I was assuming you want to go with Dumb Krum” you chuckled “for some reason I do really wanna go with you” you punched him playfully in the chest. Feeling happy and content both of you went to bed.
Passing time in books you were settled on your way to win the next challenge. You still didn’t know what you were going to fetch but at least you were prepared.
You and Viktor were standing at the end of the pier waiting for the second trial. All of the students and professors came to see. Well you didn’t see Fred. Which kind of hurt. George asking you where his twin was, was not helping you relax. When Madam Hooch started the trial you pushed aside your worries and jump in the water. Before you hit the water you half-transfigured Viktor and he did the same. Adjusting to your tail was rather easy and you went straight into the depths of the lake. Beauxbatons used bubble head charm and Hogwarts champions used gillyweed. You all tried you hardest.
Going deep down you used your wand to light the way and led Viktor deeper. Something latched on your shark tail. You look in shock back at you tail. You saw sickly green creature with sharp little horns had its face pressed against your tail, pulling faces and flexing its long, spindly fingers. You knew what this thing was. The Grindylow. A creature that had long, brittle fingers which despite their fragility were rather strong. You felt it when the creature scratched you. Viktor tried to broke its grip on you with force. To no avail he put his wand near its head and used the Revulsion Jinx. The spell shot jets of boiling hot water, which would scold its skin and cause it to release itsgrip and retreat. When you saw more of them coming you hurried deeper.
When you arrived deep in sea grass you saw magical cocoons with people. It turns out that the "something dear" for each of the champions was another person. Viktor grabbed Hermione and you grabbed Fred. After a while of untangling Freds cocoon was still in tangled sea grass. Then you saw Hogwarts champions. When you were about to go after Viktor, Cedric and Marian you saw Anne snatching her boyfriend and swimming up. Last minute decision you grabbed the smaller girl in the last cocoon. Swimming away hastily after you saw few merpeople lurking around. You tried to swim really fast to catch up. You body getting sore from all the swimming and pulling two bodies up. You injury bringing in more gryndilows. You tried to push your body to its limit. Almost crying and getting sharp pain in your tail and arms.
Seeing the others you tried to be faster but you got cramp in your tail making you immediately paralyzed. The little sea creatures catching up to you. Pointing you wand at your still bleeding trail you helped it to release all the pain and in the last second you shot the swarm of the little green annoyances. Grabbing the cocoons again you came to surface. Gabrielle and Fred took first breath and the three of you were freezing cold. You were last to get out. Letting Gabrielle and Fred go before you. Your head was spinning and you were getting weak. Due to the blood loss you were getting colder much faster. When Fred was engulfed in warm towel with the little girl you tried to go up the pier but you were to weak. Slipping out of consciousness you started to sink. When you open you eyes again you have back your legs, wrapped in ton of towels and Fred, George, Viktor, Fleur and Madam Pomfrey were staring at you.
“Thank the great philosophers” hugged you Viktor. “Y/n!” Said Fred and George in unison. Fleur smiled brightly at you. Madam Pomfrey just nodded and walked off with a small smile making the students cheer. Durmstrang chanted “Mal-foy-Krum! Mal-foy-Krum!” Over and over again. George thanked you for getting his brother and Fleur for getting her sister back.
In mere hours a Quibbler appeared at your nightstand in hospital wing, where you sat on request of Madam Pomfrey for any signs of any sort of negative impact. The wound not not on your tail but on your leg was wrapped in Buuble gaze to made sure no negative damage was done. Viktor and Fred were beside you but after getting scold from the nurse they had to leave. After that Fleur showed you the magazine and thanked you again. When she was leaving to let you rest you wondered if you should read anything that Rita wrote, but curiosity got the better of you. You opened it and read out loud.
“Beauxbatons failed to finish the second task because Fleur was attacked by the grindylows. Because Delacour failed to finish, she never retrieved her younger sister, Gabrielle. Hogwarts champions saved all of theirs hostages, and were not hardly attacked. Nothing really prevented them from doing so by the Merpeople. Then Krum and Malfoy, arrived and retrieved their hostages, but when Fleur failed to show, Y/n in a heroic nature retrieved Gabrielle in addition to Fred Weasley. By choosing to try and save the other hostages earned Durmstrang extra points from the judges for "moral fiber." Final scores, out of 50, for this Task were assigned as follows Beauxbatons 25 points, Hogwarts 40 points and Durmstrang 47 points.”
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