I woke with my lungs burning for air. I sat bolt up weight sending the snake previously sleeping on my face blocking my airway, tumbling down into my lap.
”Ungrateful hatchling sending me flying, so rude!” Keen murmured muttering curses under her breath as she curled in the warm blankets.
“I’m sorry keen, I’m going to take a shower and get ready I’ll be back.” I told her internally rolling my eyes. I did require air to live, seems she forgot that about humans.
“Don’t hurry for me! Good riddance!” The guy huffed and promptly fell asleep. I grumbled and got out of bed and grabbed my clothes. It seems that morning altercation had temporarily distracted my from the dreadful news that was to come today (literally.)
The water was warm as it seemed to wash all my worries away. I was practically melting under the spray by the time I had to get out to brush my teeth, and try only to fail at doing my hair.
One I was sure my appearance was as good as it was going to get I slowly walked to my dorm to grab my bad and that dreaded snake.
She was surprisingly compliant as she shrank and wrapped around my chest. The walk to the hall was worse than actually sitting down. The same as before I sat with Fluer, Viktor, Luna, and Cedric (he was a new addition though I learned his girlfriend was Cho so it made a bit more sense.)
The post flew down and I snatched a copy of the profit from Cedric before he could read it. There was a large section about the other champions but there was an equally large section about me,
Harry Potter-Triwizard Tournament
I had the honor of interviewing our young hero, Harry Potter. His involvement in the tournament is as strange to me as it is to you, so I asked the source!
”Well Ma’am I never knew my parents,” he started tears brimming his eyes. “I have always wanted to make them proud. I’d do anything. So when I’d heard about the tournament I knew I had to try. Maybe there up there watching me proud I might win.” He finished crying now.
As I continued the interview I noticed how devastated the boy was. It’s a wonder he can be considered sane at all. I spent half the interview consoling the poor boy.
The only time her seemed to not cry he had said, “Yes I do believe I can best the other players. I beat Voldemort, I don’t see how this is any-worse. I frankly feel a bit sorry for them. I do have my dad in me.” He smiled bittersweet. This boy was a true mystery, stay with us as I interview him to uncover the truth!
“What rubbish!” I grounded loudly outraged with skeeter article, if you could call it that. I grabbed the copy of the Quibbler from Luna and read.
Harry potter A Personal Interview
My first question I asked young harry was his reason to set up the interview.
”I suppose from my track record I’m a bit worried someone will print some lying rubbish about me.” He said blushing as he looked down. My next question was how he came to be involved in the tournament to begin with.
”I’m not sure I was so exited to have a peaceful year, and that was all thrown in the bin the moment my name came from the goblet. I mean I’m too young to pass the age line and I’m not magically mature enough to cast a large enough towel to trick an artifact.” He sighed as if tired of the situation.
”Harry what is your goal for this Tournament, to win?” I had asked.
He gave a snort before replying, “My goal is to survive sir. This is a tournament banned for people dying, and it’s meant for full grown adults only. I’m 14! I’m barely passing my classes and I have no amount of extraordinary strength. My goal is to not die…” He smiled a bit melancholy.
When asked if the other Champions are kind he replied, “Honestly they’re wonderful. They’ve been helping me stay sane throughout all of this. They don’t treat me like competition they treat me like a little brother. I honestly feel bad for taking Cedric, and the Hufflepuffs spotlight. He’s a really nice bloke, talented too.”
After interviewing the poor teen and having a normal conversation with him I know he’s a good kid stuck in a bad situation. I hope my wonderful readers can keep this kid from being taken advantage of like he has been in the past!
“Thanks Luna your dad’s great! Can you pass out the quibbles today!” I enthused while the other champions passed around the articles to read.
“Harry you should file a lawsuit against skeeter! She can’t print this without permission. I know a great lawyer, she’s a friends aunt.” Cedric suggested after reading the profit.
“You think? I can do that! That’s great you should give me her owl address.” Cedric took some scrap parchment and scribbled it down handing the paper to me. “Amelia Bones” I read aloud. “Thanks!”
“Zis iz horrible Harry!” Fluer sympathized handing the article to Viktor.
“If you vant I can kill her?” Viktor said dead serious in a thick Russian accent. I knew he was joking but his dead serious expression was unsettling.
“No thanks” I laughed uneasy.
The rest of the day Luna had passed out the Quibbler to almost everyone in the school. By the end of the day 99 percent of the student body had read both of the articles. There was a divide on which was true or not. No one bothered to actually ask me of course. Just assumptions.
I was walking the corridor after dinner alone. I decided to make a detour around the third floor when I bumped into Malfoy physically.
“Why do you always find me! Did you cast a tracking charm!?” I whined genuinely confused.
“Would that be bad.” He smirked leaning against the wall.
“Yes! I like privacy!”
“How’s Keen?” He whispered arms length from me.
“G-good she’s kind of mean though.” I whispered suddenly nervous for no reason. The snake tightened around me as if punishment for talking bad about her.
“Is there anything stressing you out?” He whispered still a dreaded smirk on his face.
“W-well half the school hates me and the other half seems to worship me, i need to employ Amelia Bones to sue Skeeter and Ron won’t talk to me!- And why are you so Blood close!” I ranted. He stepped closer and grabbed my hands holding each one in place beside my hips.
“What did I say Potter? I’d take care of it. I’ll talk to Amelia bones for you and I’ll work on swaying the public in your favor all you half to do is listen to me. As for Weasley, ignore him, he’s being a git when he’s opposed to be your best friend. A best friend is a biggest supporter not the scarcest supporter.” He whispered in my ear. My breath picked up and I nodded not saying anything. I couldn’t think of anything other than his body pressed into mine. It felt so nice.
“O-okay is there anything else I should do.” I whispered.
“Just keep being adoringly sweet, helps sway the public.” He smirked as I nodded. “If I’d of known this was all I had to do to get you to listed I’d of done it a long time ago.” He smiled before walking away.
Once he was gone my breathing picked up quite a lot, and I bolted to the dorms full sprint. What the FUCK was that. It felt nice, but it shouldn’t. He’s Malfoy! God what was I suposed to do! My brain was at war with itself. I was so confused. I stripped and set Keen on my bed before collapsing into my bed to fall asleep, fuck homework.
Even with my brain confused about such a strange series of event I still fell asleep relatively quickly.