𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

•Broken Bonds•

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Everyone in the room immediately started to shake his hand and congratulate with him non-stop.

But he didn't enjoy it at all.
He wasn't used to that much physical contact, and was starting to get nervous.

When they finally let go of him, he immediately went to the dorm.

He closed the door, and laid against it, as if he was scared that somebody could break it down.

That's when he saw Harry and Ron, sitting on their beds.

They looked at him with a big smile.
But there was something off in that smile, that Y/N didn't like at all.

It made his stomach revolt.

Ron: So... Congratulations.
He said, his voice unnaturally calm.

Harry: Yeah, your the Fourth Champion now. Even though I thought that at least we could've tried together.
He said.

Y/N blinked a few times.

Y/N: I don't get what you're trying to say.
He said.

Ron sighed.
Ron: Look Y/N, it's ok. We understand if you don't want anyone to know, but you can tell us.
He said.

Y/N: Harry, Ron, I didn't put my name in the Goblet. I didn't want to take part in this shit, and you know that.
He said, trying to keep his cool.

Harry looked at him.
Harry: I still don't understand why you keep telling lies upon lies, Y/N. That's not like you.
He said.

Y/N's eyes widened.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced through his skin, and blood drops fell down.

Y/N: So I'm the one lying here, now? You know what? Fuck EVERYTHING! FUCK THIS TOURNAMENT! I'M DONE!
He yelled, as the windows cracked a little.

He then headed straight to bed, without even looking at them.

Ron: I thought we were friends!
He said bitterly, before turning the other way.

Y/N: I THOUGHT SO TOO, BUT APPARENTLY, PARTICIPATING IN A STUPID TOURNAMENT IS MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU!
He shouted, closing the curtains of his bed, and forcing his eyes shut.

Y/N: An hour. It took me just an hour to lose the two I care for the most. Why do I have to always ruin things? Why can't I keep my fucking mouth shut for once?
He thought, slowly drifting to sleep.

The next day, he woke up, and opened the curtains.

However, Harry and Ron weren't there.

And then, it was as if the whole world had just collapsed on him.

He was crying his eyes out, and he couldn't hold back anymore.

He clutched his chest.
Y/N: Stop this. Just stop this.
He thought.

That's when the door opened, and Hermione got in.

Hermione: Y/N-
She was about to say, but then, upon seeing him in that state, she stopped.

She rushed towards him.
Hermione: Hey, what's going on?
She asked softly.

Y/N: Don't look at me.
He said, trying to hide his face from her.

Hermione: I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on.
She said.

Y/N: This damn tournament... It's all because of it! Everyone hates for something I didn't even do!
He shouted.

He then roughly wiped his tears away.

Y/N: I can't cry. That's not me. I swore to myself to never cry again.
He thought.

Hermione looked at him.
She then got up, and held out her hand.

He stared at for a little, and then, he took it.

Hermione: Let's go for a walk. You need to clear your mind a little.
She said, leading him outside.

He just nodded.

Y/N: What's gotten into me? Why am I worrying so much about losing someone? Is it really worth it? No. You bet it isn't. Pull yourself together, Y/N.
He thought.

He looked at her, smiling.
Y/N: Alright, but slow down ok?
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