Y/N found herself seated in the solemn atmosphere of Dumbledore's office, the weight of the moment pressing upon her. The room seemed to hold its breath as the man himself faced her, his piercing gaze filled with determination.
The tension in the air was palpable, and Y/N could sense the underlying urgency that propelled Dumbledore's actions.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice firm and unwavering. Y/N arched an eyebrow, surprise and confusion flickering across her features as she met his unwavering gaze.
The man's demand hung heavy in the air, the weight of his accusation casting a shadow over the room. Sensing the seriousness of the situation, Y/N raised her hands in a gesture of innocence.
"Professor, you cannot be serious," Y/N protested, her voice tinged with disbelief. The situation had taken an unexpected turn, leaving her feeling disoriented and vulnerable. She had never anticipated being subjected to such scrutiny by someone she had respected and admired.
Before she could voice her concerns further, Dumbledore interjected, his voice resolute and filled with purpose.
"Tell me who you are!" he demanded, his words cutting through the air with a commanding authority. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the gravity of the situation intensifying with each passing second. She pushed back against Dumbledore's forceful presence, asserting her own identity with unwavering conviction.
"I'm Y/N!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying the weight of her truth. But instead of accepting her declaration, Dumbledore raised his wand, pointing it directly at her. The room seemed to hold its breath, an electric current of tension coursing through the air.
"Prove it," Dumbledore demanded, his voice echoing with a mixture of caution and uncertainty. Y/N's mind raced, searching for a way to satisfy his request and put an end to the mounting suspicions. With a nod of determination, she focused her energy, channeling it through her fingertips. A small flame materialized, dancing in the palm of her hand, casting a warm glow upon the room.
Dumbledore sighed deeply, the tension visibly dissipating from his body as he reclined back in his seat. The flames of doubt within him seemed to quell, replaced by a realization that Y/N was indeed who she claimed to be. The small fire flickered, casting gentle shadows upon the office walls, a tangible reminder of the unique power that resided within her.
"I'm sorry, Y/N," Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice laced with a hint of regret. "I just need to be extra cautious right now." His words carried a weight of responsibility, a burden that Dumbledore shouldered in his role as protector of the wizarding world. Y/N raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of curiosity shining in her eyes as she leaned forward, seeking understanding.
"Why?" she inquired, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. The twists and turns of fate had brought her back from the precipice of death, leaving her with a hunger for answers. She longed to understand the intricate web of circumstances that had led to this moment, and the gravity of the challenges that lay ahead.
"Moody put your name in the Goblet."
The weight of Dumbledore's words settled upon Y/N, leaving her momentarily speechless. Moody—the form of Moody—had put her name in the Goblet of Fire.
The revelation sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of disbelief and apprehension gripping her heart. And yet, Dumbledore's calm explanation began to unravel the intricacies of the situation, shedding light on the identity of the true culprit—Barty Crouch Jr., the son of the late Ministry official.
Y/N's mind raced to recall any connection she might have had with Crouch Jr., her memory sifting through the vast tapestry of faces and encounters. Recognition dawned upon her, and she nodded in affirmation as Dumbledore asked if she knew him. But her brows furrowed in confusion when she questioned whether Crouch Jr. was not incarcerated in Azkaban.
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Patiently Waiting For You | Hermione Granger x Reader (GXG) (UNDER EDITING)
Fanfiction"You are the love of my life," Y/N said. "I love you." "If loving me comes with shame," Hermione breathed in a shaky breath. "I don't want your love." In a matter of seconds, Y/N's world came tumbling down. Hermione's words hit her...
