#hpgof

[leothil]

43 for the book asks?

Thanks for asking!

43. Title of a book you own that's in the worst physical condition you have. Explain what happened to it. Post a picture if you want.

This is the condition my Swedish copy of HPGoF is in.

Book asks! 📕

[hawkinschief]

get to know me - favorite movies [4/15]    - harry potter and the goblet of fire (2005)

[mrfandomwars]

Have an DC Comics X Harry Potter au

Harry and Hermione are talking about the tournament

Luna overhears and says that maybe there’s a way out, as no one really knows much about the cup

Hermione says that they have no way of knowing if there was a way out, as she already researched basically every book that may help, from books about magical oaths to the story of the Triwizard tournament

Luna comments that they can always ask the Champion of Magic

Cue confusion on Harry and Hermione’s part

Well, mostly

Hermione once may or may not have read a legend about the Champion

Luna comments that they surely have felt the magic settle slightly and prepare for something a while/year(s)/etc ago?

Hermione and Harry just share a look, because no matter how oblivious Harry is, even he kinda felt it even if at the time he didn’t know what it was

Cue Luna saying that it was obviously just the Wizard Shazam choosing his new Champion

Hermione awkwardly saying that they couldn’t be sure it was that, only for Luna to comment that even the Magician Newspaper commented on it, with the same conclusion

Cue confusion, again

Cue Hermione spending the next 30, and possibly more, minutes hunting for a book about the different types of magic (and theorizing that the wizardry world must be in the category of magic blood, although probably maybe a few times removed) while Luna quickly gets a few of the editions of the newspaper she was talking about, as apparently the library had a small stand with a few things about the magician type of magic, quickly finding the edition that mentioned the Champion possible return

Luna then says that, if the Champion is really back (which she believes that they are), then it wouldn’t hurt to send a message asking for help

Cue Harry, Hermione and Luna (who was there as she knew how to write a formal pureblood letter) spending that afternoon writing a letter to send to the Champion and to give it to Hedwig for her to take to the Rock of Eternity

It takes a while to arrive

Billy is Confusion when he gets the letter

Because What

Cue him asking John about it

Who is equally confused about it

Cue John ending up asking Zatanna about it because Billy got busy with superhero and school stuff

Cue Zatanna asking how John got the letter because it was Clearly meant for the Champion of Magic, who no one who it is, and it has traces from the Rock of Eternity

Cue me realizing that I use a lot of cues here

John are you the Champion of Magic?????????

No Zatanna, it's a 12-year-old boy that can transform into an adult and is a superhero

Cue roll of eyes

John quickly explains how he ended up meeting the Champion a while ago and was approached today by him and asked about it, and they (John and the Champion) were wondering if Zatanna knew about the school

Zatanna says no but says she is willing to help them find the school

They (meaning, John and Zatanna, as Billy Is Still Busy and relies on John to pass messages of possible things he finds on his short free time) end up agreeing that there must be at least some sort of organization/civilization surrounding the school for it to exist

Cue Zatanna remembering that one time her father and her couldn’t go to a state for a few months because they were being hunted down by a group called something-usa? Macusa, following her old diary, because apparently they showed revealed magic?

That may be a lead

John and Zatanna team up and find the hq of Macusa, where from there find other important thing, thanks to people thinking that they are British immigrants thanks to John’s accent and Zatanna quickly adopting a fake one that she did without magic, to not blow the cover in case they did a spell check on them

John and Zatanna spend a whole week looking over the books they gathered with Batman looking over their shoulders and taking note of everything and John sending weekly reports to Billy

When they finally feel that they know enough to at least appear knowledgeable about the magics of the society, they meet up to go to Hogwarts

And Zatanna (dressed nicely as she is meeting the freaking Champion Of Magic) meeting Captain Marvel, and asking where the Champion is, while looking over Billy’s shoulder, only to be shocked when Billy reveals that he is the Champion and is able to prove it

Anyway, the soon head to Hogwarts, where it has been a while since Harry, Hermione and Luna sent the letter, only for the schools to be surprised with the dramatic entrance made by Captain Marvel (not hiding his Champion thing), Zatanna and John

Cue formalities and people assuming that John and Zatanna are Captain Marvel’s workers/protégé’s only for him to be like “Nah, these are kind of my colleagues, they usually help me a lot, I trust them with my life I would die for them”

Because of that People just like, respect Zatanna and John a lot

Purebloods don’t even bother asking them if they are purebloods because the Champion would only say that about purebloods, right?

Continuing on, Billy, acting all serious, asks to see the goblet of fire, causing the minister with a few heads of the darker houses to appear while people bring in the goblet

The trio ignores Fudge and concentrates on analysing the goblet

Meanwhile, muggleborns are still processing the fact that Zatanna and Captain Marvel are here right now

When they are done, with either Billy knowing exactly how to break the oath safely, but it will take a while or with him declaring he needs to do a bit more of research and maybe talk with a few lords and ladies of order, Billy calls forth Hermione, Luna and Harry and basically says “Look, we will try to help as much, but to try and be fair how about you ‘transfer’ to a ‘school’ under John, Zatanna and I, plus maybe a few others, so that the schools get a fair chance of winning?”

Cue Zatanna and John looking at him like What

They Did Not talk about this Billy!!!

The trio of students accepts the offer, with maybe John saying that he will deal with this later and saying that he needs to check out a place where they have been complaints about [insert here description of a magical creature] and he wants to see if it is something of his expertise

Only for Luna to be like “That sounds like a [insert here name of an animal that people don’t think exists], you should use [insert here method that won’t arm the creature]”

John interest is picked

Anyway, that’s all I got

Plus the fact that Billy get’s referred to as ‘Lord Shazam’ at one point

[heckofabecca]

Hermione Granger, 1994! Yule Ball + fall uniform (complete with her pre-fixed teeth).

Uniform based on those designed by @lordddorian. Ball gown inspired by a 1993 dress in a wedding catalogue. / Thanks to @buckyland for putting Hermione back on my dash :)

[uneasyallyofthebody]

instagram au: the triwizard champions

[ynscrazylife]

The Champions | Chap. 4

Series Summary: Y/N, who transferred to Beauxbâtons in her fifth year, is the Triwizard Champion, not Fleur Delacour. What will happen when Cedric Diggory and her fall for each other? (I’m making Y/N a transfer student because not all readers will be French!)

Chapter Summary: Rita Skeeter’s article about the Triwizard Champions leads Y/N and Cedric to question the status of their friendship.

Tag List: @truly-insatiable @pixieflutter @lulueliott24 @joalinbenefits

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter | The Champions Masterlist

“I’ll tell you when her article comes out and you tell me what you would have said. Deal?”

Cedric’s words had been lurking in Y/N’s head for the past week, every so often coming out to either scare her or excite her. Rita had bluntly asked Cedric if he had a crush on Y/N during their interview and he hadn’t had a chance to answer her - Y/N didn’t know whether to be glad about that or not. Afterwards, she asked him what he would have said, and that was what he had responded with. 

Y/N already knew her answer - she did like Cedric. How could she not? He was charming, gorgeous, kind-hearted, brave, and he didn't let anyone get away with anything - not letting his friends continue with the “Potter STINKS” badges and backing Y/N up as she battled the monster that was Rtia Skeeter. He was supportive and fair and a great listener - he was the dream guy! As close to a fairytale prince that one could get - and he didn’t even try to be like that! 

What would either scare or excite her each time she’d remember his words was his answer. Did he like her? Or did he merely think of her as a friend? The latter was heartbreaking to think about, but Y/N also didn’t want to have false hopes. 

This was exactly what she was going back and forth with as she walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, a week after their interview with Rita. As she walked inside, she saw a cluster of students around the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables. She couldn’t help but gaze at that in interest, but decided that it must be the Hogwarts students talking about their Champions - Cedric and Harry. 

Y/N just went to go to the Ravenclaw table, aka the one where the Beauxbatons students sat at, and immediately some of the Beaxubatons girls came running up to her. Before Y/N could ask why, a newspaper got hovered into her hands. She glanced down, intending to glance back up at them and ask them why they were giving her this, when the headline caught her attention. 

THE TRIWIZARD CHAMPIONS TELL ALL! 

Y/N became frantic and scanned it until she found the section she didn’t know she was searching for - a paragraph that talked about her and Cedric. 

“There seems to be love in the air, folks! Something seems to be happening between CEDRIC DIGGORY, one of the Hogwarts Champions, and Y/N Y/L/N, the Beauxbatons Champion, for Mr. Diggory was quite vocal in standing up for Ms. Y/L/N who faced my tough questions. Dare I say Mr Diggory was protective towards Ms. Y/L/N, not letting me ask a single question without commenting! They’re meant to be rivals, as are their schools in this TriWizard Tournament, but could they be pulling a Romeo and Juliet on us? Supposed rivalry, destined love? Let’s just hope no one dies at the end like of the Romeo and Juliet tale! (This is referencing Muggle writing, for you Purebloods and Half-bloods!)”

The first thing that hit Y/N was Rita’s lies. Standing up for Y/N? No, no, no. He let her do the talking against Rita’s sexist questions and he just backed her up. Not letting Rita ask a single question without commenting? Obvious NO! The second thing that hit Y/N was how she remembered her and Cedric’s deal. 

When the article came out, he’d tell her if he had a crush on her and she’d tell him. 

Realizing she hadn’t said anything to her classmates, Y/N thanked them and gave them back the newspaper. She turned around to the Hufflepuff section to find Cedric, only to see that he had already been looking at her! The tall student was standing behind another Hufflepuff who was holding the newspaper out. 

Y/N blushed - he had already been looking at her! Cedric flashed her a grin with his pearly white teeth, said something to the others, and met Y/N halfway to his house’s table.

“Hi,” Cedric said, his grin never leaving his face. 

“Hi,” Y/N returned, also smiling. What could she say? His happiness was contagious. 

“We had a deal,” Cedric recalled, his grin turning into a smirk. Merlin’s Beard, he towered over her, he was so tall!

Y/N nodded. “That we did. If I recall correctly, you were supposed to go first, Mr. Diggory,” she said, mocking Rita Skeeter’s writing.

Cedric let out a laugh before biting his lip. “This was why I wasn’t sorted into Gryffindor,” he muttered out quietly and quickly, eyes on the ground until he finally brought himself to meet her eyes. 

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” the brunette boy began, blushing himself. “I noticed you when your school first entered the Great Hall - I just didn’t have the courage to talk to you . . . I do like you. I like you a lot.” 

Y/N stood there in awe. While this was exactly what she hoped for, she didn’t except for this to happen, and let out a small nervous laugh. “The usually strong and awesome Cedric Diggory is blushing and didn’t have the courage to talk to a nobody like me?” She teased. 

Cedric laughed with her. “You’re not nobody. You’re Y/N Y/L/N, Triwizard Champion and a badass!” He said seriously, and then thought of something else. “I’d also like to go on a date with you sometime . . . if you like me, that is.” His eyes widened for just a moment when he realized he just poured his heart out and didn’t even know if Y/N had the same feelings.

Wow. Y/N felt like she was on top of the world. She took a step closer to Cedric, everything around them forgotten. “Seems like you got your courage back . . . and yes, I’d love to go out on a date with you,” she said, tilting her head up to make it seem like she wasn’t as short compared to Cedric. 

The two were very close together, so close that one might think that they were about to kiss. “You just can’t stop teasing me, can you?” He asked, making her giggle and shake her head ‘no’, 

Cedric smirked. “Well, there is something I will need to tell you on our date. Trust me, I was planning to tell you anyway, for I only found this out yesterday . . . what our first task is,” he said. 

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Why would you tell me? I’m your opponent.” 

Cedric shrugged. “I don't care. Besides, Harry’s the one who told me and I’m pretty sure Krum knows, too.” 

As Y/N was about to respond, a flash suddenly startled them both and made them jump back. The pair turned to see Colin Creevey with a large smile on his face, lowering his camera before scampering away. “You two do like each other!” He yelled in victory as he ran.

“I guess Rita Skeeter’s writing does sometimes turn out to be the truth,” Y/N observed, blinking in a little surprise as she realized that. 

This day went a lot better than she could ever dream of.

[butgilinsky]

built for a different universe // fw

warning; language, character death, angst if i’ve ever seen it

summary; in which, fred weasley’s name is pulled from the goblet of fire

word count; 5.3k+

fred x reader with a sliver of goerge x reader

cedric diggory who? jk, but let’s pretend that the twins are 17 in this scenario, and cedric diggory isn’t chosen for the triwizard tournament(: 

you had always been the rational one between the two of you. well, the three of you. the weasley twins were anything but rational when it came to basic logic outside of the classroom. they were the clowns of hogwarts, and they enjoyed every second of it. 

it did, however, make your role in their life just that much harder. 

you cared for the weasley twins more than you cared to admit at times. though molly and arthur thanked you endlessly for repeatedly pulling their sons out of trouble, fred and george argued that you limited their fun when they were away from their parents. 

there are times, however, that you being the more rational of the three of you came in handy. though neither boy would admit it aloud to you, they were thankful for your rational way of life sometimes. when they had gotten caught out in the dark forest after hours, with no idea of how to get out, they were endlessly thankful for you pulling them out just before they found out what truly lurked in the trees. 

you had deemed yourself as the caretaker of the weasleys at a young age. you met fred and george on your first train ride to hogwarts and quickly learned that you were going to have to bust your ass to keep these boys in line. they weren’t the type to follow the rules, but instead find the most interesting ways to break them. even after you had been sorted in to slytherin, and them into gryffindor, you had stuck by their side, and them, yours. 

when ron came to hogwarts just a few years later, you promised molly that you’d look after him, since she couldn’t exactly count on fred and george to keep ron out of trouble. the same agreement came around when ginny stepped onto platform 9 3/4. 

fast forward a few years, and you seemed to be the one that needed to be taken care of. 

you had told them that this was a shit idea. you told them every time they brought it up. you didn’t understand why they couldn’t just allow the goblet to spit out a name that wasn’t theirs. any name would’ve done just fine, but not theirs. 

though you got george to promise you to not put his in, you weren’t entirely convinced he was telling the truth. fred wa always the harder one to convince to do the rational thing over the fun thing. it also didn’t help that george was easily persuaded by his brother. 

“please, freddie.” you tried to push your best face forward, eyes wide and bottom lip pushed out ever so slightly. 

the same lip that he had traced with his thumb any time it puffed out. the same lip that he had taken between his own too many times to count. the same lip that brought him the utmost joy, the one that he looked forward to kissing at the end of every night and the start of every morning. 

the same lip you had been furiously chewing on through the drawing names ceremony. your leg was bouncing furiously, so much so that fred and george had to tell you to calm down, twice. george promised that he hadn’t put his name inside, but he knew his brother did. he knew that fred’s need to compete in the tournament was stronger than his guilt that he felt straight away after placing the piece of parchment into the goblet. 

you had been angry when george told you, but not as angry as fred had been for his brother’s betrayal. he claimed that he couldn’t help it, cracking under the pressure of your gaze and spilling out the truth in a matter of seconds.

but that was days ago. days that had passed and only added to the anxiety that bubbled in your stomach. the anticipation had been too much, too suffocating. even in the great hall, sat between the twins and across the table from ron and his two best friends, the anticipation felt like a weight had been placed on your chest, weighing you down to the bench as you hoped and prayed for any other name to come out of the goblet. 

“fred weasley.” though the entire room seemed to erupt in claps and cheers, a few congratulations thrown at the boy beside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to move. 

he was stunned, not expecting his name to come fumbling out of the cup in the middle of the room. he didn’t expect to be chosen, there was no way he would’ve actually been chosen. the chances were so slim, he thought you were ridiculous to be so worried about it. but then his name was being called through the great hall, and he couldn’t ignore the excitement bubbling in his chest. 

you did not feel excitement, though. your breath had escaped you, had you gasping for a new one. your leg had stopped bouncing, and your muscles had tensed. so much that fred had noticed, his wide grin faltering when you stood up abruptly, stepping over the bench and darting towards the door. 

snape had sent you a hard glare, but when you looked up at your professor and head of your house, he couldn’t ignore the sympathy bubbling inside of him. snape didn’t often show the children at hogwarts anything less than his tough exterior, not feeling much else besides distain and annoyance towards the kids, especially those outside of his house. but he had never seen you so distraught, and he knew how the calling of fred’s name must have shaken you, and decided to let you slip out of the large doors at the front of the hall.

when fred just stared at your retreating figure with a loss of words or thoughts of what to do, george stood up and followed you. he had paused for just a moment when he heard harry’s name following behind fred’s, but when the shock of a fourth name had passed through him, he was running out of the room to follow you. 

“y/n!” you stopped at the sound of your name echoing off of the walls. your heart sank into your stomach, your muscles relaxing with every passing second that made you feel like your body was giving up on you. 

your heart was racing, your breathing rapid and rigid as you fell into the arms of your best friend. 

“he’s a bloody idiot, y/n. you know that.” though they were meant to reassure you, perhaps pull a smile from you, they had your eyes welling up with a layer of tears that were bound to burst at any given moment. 

you weren’t surprised when george started to pull you in the direction of the gryffindor dormitories. you had been inside of the twins’ shared room more than you could recall, and he figured it was the only place you’d feel comfortable in your state of mind. there was no way you were going to cry into the chest of george weasley while running the risk of having your roommates burst in at any given moment. 

he expected you to fall into fred’s bed and pull the old knit blanket that you loved over your head, sob into the familiar pillow case until your idiot boyfriend returned from the great hall. he had been surprised when you fell into the opposite bed, pulling your legs up to your chest and burying your head into your knees. 

“love, he’ll be alright.” george’s chest constricted at the sight of you so distraught. he had listened to you beg him the same way you begged fred not to put their names inside. you were more worried about the risk than you were excited about the reward. 

yes, you wanted fred and george to live their lives to the fullest. yes, you wanted their happiness above all else, but their happiness had been put on the back burner of your mind when their lives were at stake. 

you couldn’t lose the twins, you just couldn’t. you had never lived a day at hogwarts without them, and you weren’t going to start in your seventh year. you didn’t want to live in a world where one of the twins didn’t exist, and it just so happened that that very thought got through to george, not fred. 

when the door swung open and the boy of the hour walked inside, head held high with a wide grin spread across his face, you felt the weight of the world fall onto your shoulders. 

“i don’t know why you’re being so fussy. what’s done is done, love.” you stared at him in disbelief, unsure of who you were even looking at anymore. 

“what’s done is done? merlin, fred. she asks you to do one thing, and you can’t give her the decency-”

“she asks me to do loads more than just this one thing, georgie, and you know that. she wants us to sacrifice our youth to be some rigid, boring pricks!” you sniffled, pushing yourself onto your feet. you didn’t want to be in a room where you were being spoken about as if you weren’t even there. 

“merlin forgive me for not wanting to see you hoisted away in a bodybag, freddie.” you reached for the door but stopped when he grabbed your wrist, turning you around to face him. 

“why can’t you just be happy for me? you know how bad i wanted this, and you’re making me feel like i’ve turned over to the dark side or something.” your eyes found his, big and pleading for you to just give him this one thing. just this once. 

“i am happy for you freddie, but i don’t know if i can stand by and watch you offer up your life for some stupid title.” you pulled your wrist out of his hand and opened the door, almost annoyed to see the younger weasley siblings standing outside of the door. 

you pushed a small smile to your lips, contrasting the tears building up in your eyes that they both detected quickly. ron gave you a pained look, unsure of how he was supposed to handle all of this newfound news he had been given. you felt for him, truly, having a brother and a best friend entering the same deathly tournament. 

you ruffled ron’s hair with a hand, bringing a small smile out of the boy who had been looking to you for how he was meant to handle all of this. you had become an older sister to ron over the years, given that he saw you in and outside of school so often. 

“c’mon ginny, i’ll walk you back.” your hand fell to her shoulder, urging her to turn and walk back to her side of the dormitories. 

“y/n!” you turned over your shoulder, eyes latched onto the boy who was unsure of how you were leaving things. the two of you didn’t fight often, and when you did it was always resolved by the time you left one another. “i love you.”

you nodded, a pained look in your eyes telling him all he needed to know. he had royally fucked this one up, and there was no way of fixing it. 

“i love you too.” your voice was small, and you had turned back around and stalked off with ginny faster than he could rush forward and try to fix things. 

“you’ve made a mess for yourself.” ron huffed out, shoulders falling in defeat while he stalked off to his own room. 

it had taken you a few days to accept the fact that fred was going to compete in the triwizard tournament. you knew that it had been set into stone already, and there was no going back at this point. you had to support him, because with his head swimming with uncertainty of the terms the two of you had been on, he was going to be distracted. and this wasn’t a time that the weasley boy could afford to be distracted. 

you hadn’t been all that worried through the first phase of the competition. with charlie being a care taker for dragons, fred had his fair share of experience with the very creatures. he knew how to handle them, and that showed in his performance. 

he had retrieved the egg quicker than the other three competitors, and you had to stop yourself from kicking a fifth year for mumbling something about him having an unfair advantage and, as she called it, dumb luck. though george and ron snickered beside you, you felt anger bubble in your chest at the girl whispering to her friend just behind you. 

you hadn’t been given the opportunity to worry during the second round, given that you were the person dumbledore chose to tie under water for fred to find later on. yes, he had thought of putting george down there, but with ron already down there for harry to retrieve, he thought putting another weasley sibling at risk may have been a bit over the line. 

when you resurfaced, coughing out water that built up in your lungs, clinging onto your boyfriend, you had congratulated him in a breathless tone. he smiled widely at you, hugging you tightly just before dragging you over to the dock. 

george helped you up, though his attention quickly shifted back to the lake in search of his younger brother. you sat beside him, gripping onto the towel that you had been handed as the three of you waited anxiously for ron to pop up.

after he had, the weasleys were given the opportunity to breathe. everyone had made it through the first two rounds safe and sound. fred had won the round, finding you faster than the other contestants were able to found their respective people, and tackled you in a celebratory hug at the announcement. 

you had squealed in excitement when he lifted you and spun you in a circle, planting a passionate kiss onto your lips in front of everyone. the cheers had deafened in your ears, your focus solely on the boy in front of you, arms secure around your waist while you held his head in your hands. 

but then the last round came, and you were forced to stare at the front of a maze with no knowledge of what was going on the entire time. you sat with the weasleys, trying to reassure ginny and ron that everything would be okay. hermione and ron were anxious, that much was obvious, and you did your best to be there for them as well as ginny. 

george had the job of keeping you calm. he sat beside you, arm secure around your shoulders and tucking you into his side for as long as you needed. he made conversation with you while you waited for fred and harry to leave the maze. 

when they both appeared at the same time, the crowd erupted into a loud slew of claps and cheers. but you were frozen in your spot, smile absent from your face as your eyes locked onto your boyfriend lying flat on his back with harry hunched over him. 

“something’s wrong.” you told george, your hand practically crushing his when you pulled him down the steps with you. “georgie we have to go down there.” 

“okay, okay. let’s go.” 

“y/n, what’s-”

“you stay here. don’t move.” you told ron sternly, eyes wide and unwavering as you shifted them between him and ginny. “both of you, stay here.” 

ron nodded, though he was unsure of why you were so tense and stern in your command. he couldn’t see anything that you could, standing almost a foot shorter than you and having poorer eyesight. 

“don’t move, either of you.” george figured he’d throw one in there for good measure, hoping that both of you ordering the two to stay in their spot would work better than just one.

you ran down the steps, george in tow the entire way down. just before your feet hit the dirt, snape stepped in front of you, the same expression he always held evident in his features, except for the emotion in his eyes you didn’t often see. 

“miss y/l/n, i’m going to have to ask you and mr. weasley to go back to your seats.” you shook your head, anxiety brewing inside of you with every second that passed and no new knowledge of fred’s well being given to you. 

“professor, please.” when a man walked up to snape and leaned into his ear, you focused your attention and hearing into the man’s words. 

“keep everyone in their seats. a boy’s just been killed.” your body turned rigid, your eyes leaving snape’s to look over his shoulder, watching harry sob over fred’s body that hadn’t moved since he had reappeared in front of the entire crowd. 

“y/n.” george and snape spoke at the same time, but you shoved past both of them, eyes locked onto the same head of red hair that you had seen just hours prior. 

you remembered the way you had kissed him, muttering a soft “good luck, and be safe.” you had told him the same thing at the beginning of each round, threatening him if he dared to be anything less than careful. 

and here he was, lying just a few feet away from you, unconscious and unmoving. your feet took you over faster than your brain could process it. 

you sunk to your knees, shaky hands reaching out for the boy you had more love for than you could describe to anyone. you felt hands on your shoulders, though you shoved them off quickly and told the person to leave you alone. you weren’t sure how many people were watching, or how many had told you to step back, but you did know that you were ignoring each and every one of them. 

the sinking feeling in your chest had been worse than anything you’d ever felt before. you thought of every fight the two of you had in the past, none of them able to amount to the feeling that was currently tugging at your chest. 

george felt a similar feeling, brewing in his stomach and chest as he watched you wail over his brother. he told the people around you that it had been best to just leave you, none of them would be able to tear you away from fred even if they all worked together. 

“love.” george whispered, reaching out to grip your shoulder, though you flinched away from him as soon as he made contact. “love, you have to get up.” 

you shook your head, letting out a strangled sob as you gripped onto the shirt fred was wearing. you couldn’t let go, no matter how hard you tried. you didn’t want to leave him here, like this. there wasn’t anything you’d be going towards, leaving everything behind instead. there was no motivation to step away from fred.

“george.” george turned at the sound of his name, the tears in his eyes blurring his vision, but he was able to spot his younger brother and sister standing out in front of the rest of the crowd. 

“we told you to stay put!” george yelled, prying your eyes away from fred to look up at ron and ginny who stood a few yards away from you. 

you couldn’t find the words to say to the youngest weasleys. there wasn’t anything that came to your mind, no matter how hard you tried. you always found the words to reassure others, no matter the defeat you felt within yourself. 

this was the first time ron or ginny had seen you too stunned to find words, hands pressed lightly against fred’s cheeks, eyes filled with tears and lips parted with no sound passing through them. you racked your brain for something, anything, but came up with nothing. 

you felt another pair of hands on your shoulders, gripping tightly enough to pull you from your spot on the floor, the front of your pants now covered in dirt, as well as your hands. your cheeks were wet with tears, and your throat scratchy from yelling. 

you couldn’t recall the last few minutes. you weren’t sure what you’d said or done in the time that you were begging for fred to come back to you. the entire school, as well as two others, had seen you clawing at the boy beneath you, desperation evident in every move and cry. your housemates were stunned, never knowing you to be the soft one out of the three of you. none of them had even seen you shed a tear, let alone look so defeated, despite the circumstances. 

snape felt an unfamiliar feeling in his chest at the sight of you. the relationship he built with you was unlike any others with his students, even the ones in his own house. he knew your familial life wasn’t ideal, though that seemed to be a common thing amongst those in your house and the school overall. he had been there for you through your first few years at hogwarts. 

he had became a father you weren’t given the opportunity of having at a young age. he was a mentor that you never dreamed of having, and had given you the care that a parent usually gave to their child. he had never seen you like this, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he was meant to handle it, but he had to figure it out quickly for your sake. 

when snape tried to pull you away from fred’s body, you restrained against him, moving to kneel back down. he stopped you, wrapping his arms securely around you and allowing you to sink into his embrace. he had locked eyes with george, who was utterly defeated in this moment. how was he meant to care for you and his younger siblings while simultaneously going through the same thing he was meant to save you from? 

“no no no no, you can’t make me.” you struggled against snape one last time before his hand held the back of your head, securing you against his chest while you sobbed uncontrollably. 

“we’re going.” you shook your head, looking up at him with wide eyes filled to the brim with tears. 

“i can’t. ron- ginny- george. george.” you let out a strangled sob at the reminder that george was going through the same soul crushing feeling that you had been. 

you turned to find his eyes, watching his shoulders sink as he let the defeat catch up to him. he didn’t know how to take care of himself as well as three other people. he always had you and fred to lean on. he didn’t know what he was meant to do in this moment, and you caught onto that quickly. 

something flipped inside of you. you straightened your shoulders and wiped your cheeks, turning out of snape’s embrace and moving towards the weasley siblings. george’s head hung low, tucking it into your neck as soon as you were close enough to him. 

you held an arm out towards ron and ginny, who were quick to rush into the two of you. you held the three of them, sobbing and asking questions you didn’t have the answers to. you may never have had the answers, but they couldn’t stop from firing off the rhetorical questions. 

“c’mon.” you whispered softly, patting george on the back and pulling back form the three siblings. “we shouldn’t stay here.” 

the three of them nodded, allowing themselves one more moment with their lost brother before turning into each other for a needed sense of comfort. you were left with the last goodbye, chest tight with anticipation. 

you kneeled down beside the boy, pressing your lips against his one last time. you felt your heart clench when they didn’t press against yours with the same passion that yours had. your thumb ran across his cheek slowly, catching the tear you dropped in its wake. 

you were pulled back form him one last time, following behind the three that walked in the same direction as you, with hearts just as heavy as your own. 

a few hours later, you found yourself lying in fred’s bed, ron curled around your leg with his head in your lap. ginny was curled into your other side, arm secured around your abdomen and tears dried onto your shoulder. 

after hours of mourning the loss, and trying to fill the air with joy filled memories, the four of you were exhausted. nobody had expected to to see any of you for the rest of the night. hermione and harry stopped by to offer their condolences as well as help if it was needed, but ron could barely look at them for longer than ten seconds without bursting into tears again. 

harry tried to lighten the mood, even if it hadn’t worked at all, by letting you all know that fred had looked after harry through the entire competition. it didn’t surprise you, to hear that fred offered his wisdom and experience in order to help harry through this. after all, harry wasn’t even meant to compete in the entire competition. 

but now it was just the four of you, ginny and ron asleep on the small bed that belonged to fred while you and george sat opposite each other. you offered george a tired smile across the room, watching the corner of his lips turn up into a smile that he was clearly forcing to the surface. 

“i’m sorry, george.” your voice was scratchy, matching the feeling you felt at the back of your throat. 

“you’ve got nothing to be sorry for, love. you were right. we were fools to offer up our names to the goblet.” your heart thudded harshly against your chest, memories of your numerous attempts to stop them from putting their names in the goblet rushed to the forefront of your mind. 

george stood from his place on his own bed, moving to open the wardrobe tucked into the corner of the room the belonged to fred. your eyebrows pulled together as you unraveled yourself from ron and ginny. 

you carefully stood from the bed when you were sure you hadn’t woken them, watching them curl into the sheets and pillows that still had fred’s scent laced within them. a soft smile pulled at your lips at the sight before you turned back to george, watching him look for something. 

“georgie, what-”

“just let me find it, please.” you nodded, picking up on the desperation in his voice as he begged you to just give him a second. he moved from the wardrobe to the desk, opening every drawer and lifting every item, looking everywhere for something you were still unaware of. 

when he found it, you watched his shoulders relax. he stood straight up, eyes locked onto box sitting in the palm of his hand before holding out to you. the box wasn’t familiar to you, though the shape of it narrowed down what it was capable of being. 

you stared at the box, eyes moving up to look at george with uncertainty and hesitation swimming in them. he nodded, stretching his arm further in an attempt to have you grab the box from him. 

“he’d want you to have it.” he whispered, voice cracking as he allowed himself to remember that his brother had died mere hours ago. 

you reached for the box with a shaky hand, unsure if you’d want to know what was inside of the box. but you trusted georgie, so you took the box from him and sat in the chair pushed against the desk he just searched through. 

you flipped the box open, choking out a gasp and a strangled sob at the sight in front of you. 

the thin band was silver, given the fact that you’d spent an entire failed study session, ranting about how much you disliked gold jewelry. though fred would tease that it was because of your house, you’d ensure him that you had always hated gold jewelry. you claimed that silver complimented you more than gold ever could. 

the diamond was small, given his social standing and your endless reassurance that big diamonds were gaudy and ugly in comparison. you told him more times than you could count, that even if he had all the money in the world, you wanted a smaller diamond. 

it couldn’t have been a better ring if you had made it yourself. 

“he was going to give it to you after we graduated. he was scared you’d turn him down and call him crazy if he did it before then.” you let out a soft laugh, one that he returned with a confident smile. 

george watched you slide it onto your finger, tears pooling in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks as you stared at it with a longing look in your eyes. 

“maybe i should’ve waited-” he didn’t have a chance to finish before you were throwing yourself into his arms, your own locked around his neck tightly. 

“thank you, georgie.” you whispered soflty and pressed your lips to his cheek. “thank you for everything.” 

you got questions about the ring, choosing to ignore all of the insensitive ones and respond to the ones with pure intentions. you listened to molly gush about going to the shops with fred in search of that very ring. ginny would aimlessly twirl it around your finger at dinner in the great hall, claiming that it made her feel closer to fred. 

ron didn’t pay much mind to it, though he knew about the ring that sat int he bottom of his brother’s desk. he had teased him about it for months, despite fred barking back with the same comeback every single time. 

“you only wished you had someone like y/n.” 

george would never admit it to you, but the ring that always sat on your finger brought an uneasy feeling to him. it bothered him that he hadn’t been the one ot put it there, though he had been in a way. he loved the sight of the smile that stretched across your lips every time you looked down at it, but when that smile shifted up towards himself, he felt a weight lifting off of his shoulders. 

the day that the ring moved from your finger to a thin chain on your chest confused him. he had asked, but you shrugged, insisting that you couldn’t live a life that was built for a different universe. sure, it was the life you wanted for longer than you could remember, but you needed to build a new life for yourself, now.

a life that allowed the uneasy feeling in george’s stomach diffuse. a life that included george by your side through every moment, but not in the way he had been over the course of your time at hogwarts. 

a life that allowed george to put a ring on the same finger years later. suddenly, the ring that you often tucked into your shirts no longer bothered the boy. 

he knew you would always have a part of your heart reserved for fred, but so did he. 

perhaps you and fred were meant to be in a different dimension, in a different universe. the two of you had built something so beautiful, but this universe hadn’t been the one he was meant to be in. so for now, you would be able to live with the idea that maybe you and fred had been built for a different universe. 

perhaps this universe was meant for you and george. 

[pendragonquotes]

I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.

albus dumbledore, ch30, harry potter and the goblet of fire, j.k. rowling

[reichen--art]

Initial sketches before shading of some Goblet of Fire characters!

[rareavian]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort Characters: Harry Potter, Basilisk (Harry Potter), Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger, Cedric Diggory, Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Ginny Weasley, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Gellert Grindelwald, Slytherin Students, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Master of Death Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Friendship, Humor, Triwizard Tournament, things are slightly off kilter, as usual, take nothing seriously Series: Part 7 of Hydra Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus Summary:

When Hadria gets selected for the Triwizard Tournament, she attempts to keep this a secret from Gellert, because she really just wants to play around without a certain guardian going ballistic. Meanwhile the Slytherins are certain it's another year of Who's-Out-To-Kill-Hadria?

(And Tom? Oh, he's just there to watch the show.)

This is a sequel of Psithurism, featuring Hadria, paranoid Slytherins, a young Basilisk, and ultimately, a terrifying force of a Dark Lord guardian.

For FFnet users, you may also find it on ffnet here:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13642362/1/Scintillare

[what-a-silver-lining]

Every once in a while I remember that Afshan Azad and Shefali Chowdhury 100% had outfits in their own closets a million times better than what they were told to wear in the Goblet of Fire and it takes me a few hours to recover from the rage.

[akanme]

The password for the prefects' bathroom should have been 'hogwash' and in this essay I will-

[dyingroses]

Abused and neglected child, who somehow doesn’t seem seriously psychologically damaged because of it, finds out they have magical powers, goes to school, makes friends for the first time, and defeats an evil person. #ExplainAFilmPlotBadly

[two-friends-read-hp]

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: The Unexpected Task

I know what a guinea pig is but what is a guinea fowl?? Ok I just looked it up and it’s a turkey looking chicken thing

Of course Neville’s still had feathers

Lol, Professor McGonagall, if you want Harry and Ron to act their age you’re going to be disappointed since that’s what fourteen year olds do, they fool around doing dumb things in class constantly

“Lavender Brown let out a shrill giggle. Parvati Patil nudged her hard in the ribs, her face working furiously as she too fought not to giggle. They both looked around at Harry, Professor McGonagall ignored them, which Harry thought was distinctly unfair, as she had just told off him and Ron.” Lol, way to be subtle Lavender and Parvati. Also, way to be dense Harry.

See, I always assumed that dress robes were a thing that existed before Harry Potter, I never realised that they don’t actually exist in the real world

“‘Your partners for the Yule Ball, Potter,’ she said coldly. ‘Your dance partners.’ Harry’s insides seemed to curl up and shrivel.” Same

It is wild that he didn’t think about the girls at Hogwarts until this point

It’s actually even worse for Harry because everyone actually knows him, everyone’s going to be interested in who he’s going to take, or who’s going to reject him. The poor boy can’t catch a break.

Ok they need to be nicer about the girls asking him to the ball, at least they had the balls to do it (ba dum tss) and the same can’t be said for either Ron or Harry

Draco is just plain obsessed with Harry. Quoting Rita Skeeter’s article?? Really???The boy memorised an article just so he could quote it to Harry?? OBSESSED.

Aww Flitwick spent their last class of the term talking to Harry about the perfect summoning charm. Do you think Harry reminded him of Lily in that moment since she was so good at charms as well?? Am I reading too much into this?

“Ron was busy building a card castle out of his Exploding Snap pack - a much more interesting pastime than with Muggle cards, because of the chance that the whole thing would blow up at any second.” Ok but at that point would it be interesting? Or just plain annoying?

“‘Who’re you going with, then?’ said Ron. ‘Angelina,’ said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment. ‘What?’ said Ron, taken aback. ‘You’ve already asked her?’ ‘Good point,’ said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, ‘Oi! Angelina!’ Angelina, who had been chatting with Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him. ‘What?’ she called back. ‘Want to come to the ball with me?’ Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look. ‘All right, then,’ she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face.” Iconic

I know I’ve said “Hermione’s got a point” one too many times here but she really does!! It’s not my fault that she does!!

Also if Harry had built up the nerve earlier instead of putting it off for later, he might’ve beaten Cedric to asking out Cho

Oh Harry, good luck… I’m getting secondhand anxiety from this

“Wangoballwime” good stuff Harry, that’ll get her to fall in love with you

Oh sweet Lord make it go away

“Now he suddenly realized that Cedric was in fact a useless pretty boy who didn’t have enough brains to fill an eggcup.” Good Lord, that was unnecessary and vicious Harry

If Fleur had actually gone with Ron to the ball, all three of them would have been opening the ball for everyone lol

Ooh, I wonder why Fleur was talking to Cedric

Ohh, she just wanted to ask Cedric to the ball, nevermind

“‘I asked her to go with me just now,’ Harry said dully, ‘ and she told me.’ Ginny had suddenly stopped smiling.” I NEVER NOTICED THAT SENTENCE ABOUT GINNY BEFORE!! I thought she was just really sad that they both were so pathetic. Or just that Harry was rejected. I don’t know why I didn’t realise, of course it was because she liked Harry still! OF COURSE!

Oh and earlier she was fighting back a smile when she was consoling Ron so I guess when she stopped smiling I just assumed that she definitely felt bad for Harry. I thought because she liked Harry that she felt bad for him since he got rejected by Cho. What an idiot I am. 

NEVILLE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO’S ASKED SOMEONE HE ACTUALLY KNOWS AND CARES ABOUT LIKE HERMIONE. It’s his own bad luck that he was too late which is sad.

Awfully presumptuous of you to think that Hermione only told Neville that so that she didn’t have to go with him, she’s not you Ron

Thanks for sticking up for him Ginny!

“‘Because - oh shut up laughing, you two - because they’ve both just been turned down by the girls they asked to the ball!’ said Ginny. That shut Harry and Ron up.” Thank you Ginny.

Oh Ron, you’ve really done it now

Oh SNAP! Neville already asked Ginny! She could’ve gone with Harry but she missed it by that much! I mean sure, it would’ve been a little weird since it was by Ron’s suggestion, but still!! I think it’s good that she didn’t though because the Yule ball ended up sucking for everyone. Maybe if it had gone this way it might’ve not sucked? Who knows.

“‘I’m going with - with Neville. He asked me when Hermione said no, and I thought… well… I’m not going to be able to go otherwise, I’m not fourth year.’ she said, and she got up and walked off to the portrait hole, her head bowed.” See, anyone who hasn’t finished the series would’ve thought that she was miserable because she was going with Neville and everyone was going to make fun of her. To a wise person like myself however (who only just noticed this, some 13-14 years after reading and rereading the book) it’s because she was so close to going to the ball with Harry, it’s actually comical how close she came to that happening. That’s why she’s miserable. It’s like something out of a sitcom.

I guess Harry isn’t as dense as I thought?

Poor Padma Patil

Padma Patil’s nose doesn’t have to be dead center, Ron’s head just needs to get out of his ass.

I’ve only just realised what ‘The Unexpected Task’ was lol

[alansrickman]

I want to see your face when I kill you.

[ynscrazylife]

The Champions | Chap. 2

Series Summary: Y/N, who transferred to Beauxbâtons in her fifth year, is the Triwizard Champion, not Fleur Delacour. What will happen when Cedric Diggory and her fall for each other? (I’m making Y/N a transfer student because not all readers will be French!)

Chapter Summary: Ever since Y/N was chosen as the Triwizard Champion for Beauxbatons, some Beaxubatons students have been bullying her, upset that she’s their Champion since she’s a transfer student, not a “real” student. Cedric comforts her and their friendship develops. 

Tag List: @truly-insatiable @pixieflutter​

Note: I’m French but I won’t be writing the French accent of the Beauxbatons students into this, I’m sorry.

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“Why is she the champion anyway? She's a transfer student.”

“I’ve been here since year 1 and she’s been year since year 5! Why wasn’t I chosen?” 

“She’ll probably fail the first task and ruin our chances for the Cup.” 

“I bet Dumbledore had that stupid goblet charmed to pick the worst person so Hogwarts would win.” 

“She doesn’t even go here!” 

“Yes, she does. You’ve just never seen her because she’s so quiet.” 

“She’ll screw everything up!” 

Those words swarmed Y/N’s mind as she sat in the Hogwarts courtyard, after getting lost and going the wrong way about 5 times. She had heard snippets of conversation from the Beauxbatons students for the past couple days in the common rooms that they were staying in. They didn’t even bother to quiet down when she was near. In fact, Y/N suspected that they wanted her to hear with how they looked at her.

She sighed, and couldn’t help but think that maybe they were right. She wasn’t a ‘true’ Beauxbaton student, and odds are she would fail at the tasks. Her confidence that she had been filled with was suddenly dwindled by all the comments, and with Hogwarts having two champions, it made her feel even worse.

Speaking of those two Champions, one of them was on their way to the courtyard now. Cedric ran a hand through his hair with an exasperated sigh, needing some fresh air. He had just dipped from an argument with his friends. He had asked them to stop with the badgers and posters like ‘Potter Stinks’ and ‘Cedric Diggory - the REAL Champion’ but they defended themselves, saying “it wasn’t fair that Harry stole the Hufflepuff’s thunder”.

He looked up as he finally rounded the corner and stepped into the courtyard. Despite the number of students lingering, Cedric’s eye immediately caught sight of one in particular - Y/N. His fellow Champion and friend he had met just days ago. Truth to be told, ever since Dumbledore announced the Champions, he had become enchanted by her. There was something about Y/N that struck Cedric, something different and unique, and he found himself wanting to engage and interact with her. He couldn’t help his frown when he observed the gloomy look on her face, as she stared at the ground, hunched over. 

“Hey - are you alright?” 

Y/N had drowned out all of the other voices, but this one sliced through the sounds of her wallowing thoughts. Once she looked up and saw who was standing over her, offering her a kind smile that nearly made her swoon, she straightened up. This was the teenager she had begun to have a crush on. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N said, attempting to be convincing but her words were anything but. 

Cedric didn't seem to buy it, not that she expected he would. “May I sit?” He asked, and when Y/N nodded, he sat down next to her. 

The two observed the world around them, until Y/N figured that she should probably say something. He had gone out of his way to check on her - his competitor - and let her lie and say she was fine. She owed it to him to at least say something in response. 

“How are you doing?” Y/N asked, turning her head to look at him.

Cedric let out another small sigh, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs, clasping his hands together. “I’m okay. Got into an argument with my friends earlier, but I’m sure it’ll work out,” he said. 

Y/N nodded. “You’re not the only one who’s been having trouble with classmates,” she said with a small and quiet chuckle.

Cedric raised his eyebrows, prompting her to continue.

Y/N leaned back. “Some of my classmates don’t think I can do this. They keep making comments about how I’m not a real Beauxbâtons students because I transferred there in my fifth year, and how I’ll fail and cost them all the Triwizard Cup. Part of me wants to get mad but the other part of me feels like they’re right, that I can’t blame them,” she admitted.

Cedric stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. “That’s horrible,” he murmured, and Y/N was a little surprised at how sincere and serious he was taking her words. “Don’t listen to them, okay? You’ll do great, I’m sure. You’ve got a fire in you, a fierceness.”

Y/N smiled, touched by his encouragement. “Thank you,” she said.

“No need to thank me,” Cedric said, and after a moment, added, “With both our set of friends being crappy, I say we become each other’s friend!” He bumped her shoulder lightly.

Y/N giggled. “I’d love that,” she said, her spirits lifted. For the rest of the day they talked about their lives, about the competition, about anything, really, and Y/N felt herself falling even more for her golden-haired Hufflepuff friend.