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𝚂𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚂𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

Y/N's pov

I was still in the library, well I've skipped half of my lessons when someone came rushing in.  It was a little first year Hufflepuff who saw me and looked quite fearful

I didn't look up from the book

'Speak' I said

He stumbled on his words

'Child can you not talk. Speak' I demanded

'D-Dumbledore w-wanted you to-erm-go t-to the champions r-room' he bowed and left. I saw a little wet patch on his butt. He must of pissed himself talking to me. I sighed and closed my book. I for the stack of books where I was and left. I walked down the stone stairs to the room to see everyone already there. Fleur was is a chair, and all the boys surrounding him.

'Ah, miss Peverell-Riddle' a reporter said dragging me next to Viktor. So now, I was on the end.

We all got our pictures, I did not smile. But I wonder what father would think. I then saw a frizzy blonde haired woman with glasses and terrible fashion taste walk in.

'What a charismatic quintet' she said through the smoke of the camera flashing

'Hello, I'm Rita Skeeter' she said shaking all of our hands. When she turned to me, she lowered her hand as I yanked her hand forward to shake it, with a stone cold face.

'I write for the Daily Prophet, but of course you all know that, don't you' she smiled

'Actually I'd rather wish I didn't know you' I shoot at her as all of them stifled laughs

But she ignored my comment

'But it's you we don't know' she said

'Skeeter, everybody knows us. Viktor is a quidditch legend, Fleur is the only living Veela, Harry is the boy who lived, Cedric is just...Cedric and I'm Voldemorts daughter and heir of two houses. Who doesn't know us' i snarl

'Well, you're the juicy news, what quirks lurk beneath this rosy checks' she lightly slapped Fleur's cheeks

She then went over to Diggory ruffling his curls.

'Or what secrets lie in those striking eyes' she came over to me and Viktor.

'Insured to what makes a champion, tick! Me myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers, so..who's feeling up to sharing' she asked all of us. We all stayed silent looking at her with disapproving looks

'Hmm, should we start with the youngest' she said dragging Harry to a nearby room. Thankfully I was only some months older than him so I didn't have to go first.

'Oh gosh I could not stand that cow' I exhaled

'I know, I bet she'll say anything to make us look bad' Fleur said scared

'Plus I need to ask Potter vat her friend is called' Viktor said with his strong accent

'What? Mudblood?' I asked

Everyone just stared at me, I cleared my throat

'I mean Granger, Hermione Granger' I looked at him

'She is very good to look at' he smiled

'Yeah I wouldn't go that far, she's a mudblood' I crossed my arms

'Well, if we are talking about girls, then I kind of have a crush on two people...cho and some other person' Cedric smiled

'Oh gosh. Cho? That's who you go for? Diggory you could do so much better with yourself than her' i scoffed

'Like who?' He asked looking embrrassed

'You have the whole of Hogwarts at your feet, surely someone in your league' i smirked

'Maybe' he sighed

'What is it like being the Dark Lords daughter, Riddle' Fleur perked up

Everyone faced me

'Fine, I live up to his standards so what is there more to ask.' I say

'We heard about Malfoy—' Viktor started

'Have you ever felt loved' Fleur interrupted

'I do not answer to that question.' I said

'How did you and Potter put you name in the Goblet' Cedric asks

'No clue, it wasn't me or Potter. I'm not Trelawney' I rolled my eyes.

We soon saw Potter leave the room, he looked mad. He didn't even say one word until I heard Rita's voice call me in

We were both crammed in a nearby cupboard with only two chairs and a tiny table.

'Tell me y/n, how does it feel to be one of the most hated people in Wizarding history' she asked

'I thought this was an interview about the tournament' i looked at her

'I heard earlier today you attacked a boy called Draco Malfoy and his girlfriend' she asked I looked to her quill to see everything was being written

'Ask me questions about the tournament and not my private life, Skeeter' I gripped the table

'Tell us, what happened to your mother? Tell me all about y/n Peverell-Riddle.Heir of two houses, a beauxbaton. Nothing but a fraud.' She smirked

'Watch it, Skeeter before I end up in Azkaban telling the Minister about how I killed you in this very room'  now my nails were digging into the table

'Awfully like your father. why have you chosen to enter this tournament' she asked

'I will get what I want, when I want. And i won't stop at nothing to win' i smirk

'Spoken like a Riddle, tell me, where does you mother play a part in this' she asked

'None of your business' i seethed

'You can't keep in the darkness forever, Peverell-Riddle' she winked

'Watch me. No wonder Potter stormed out, I've had enough of you' I got up but she stopped me

'Rumour has it that you are a soon to be deatheater?' She asked

'The rumours are false. Anyone could say it for me to look bad' I said leaving

I left where Potter was and I walked back to the Library.

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Am back again! I hope you enjoyed it and I'll see u in next chapter

—-MINKSSS