After a few minutes, both of their chests were heaving from the lack of oxygen, the two pulling away. Their foreheads stayed pressed against each other as they both breathed heavily, small smiles on their lips as they looked at each other with their...
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Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Cedric ran through the maze, Y/N's unconscious body and Triwizard Cup in hand. His chest heaved as he took sharp turns down each path, frantically looking for the way out.
His eyes raked his surroundings, tears streaming down his face as he looked everywhere, anywhere for any sign of someone that might be able to help.
"Please, someone! Help me!"
No one answered, the boy standing alone in silence with the girl he considered a sister clutched in his arms. Whimpers fell from his lips as he looked around him, his eyes lighting up as he saw an opening of the passageway, the sound of music making his ears perk up.
He sprinted towards the opening, the vines and branches closing around them. With the little amount of energy he had, he dove through the hole of the bushes, landing on the ground with Y/N and the trophy in his hands.
Music blared as the crowds cheered, unaware as to what was happening, everyone only being able to see Y/N's body, Cedric, and the trophy. Cedric didn't pay any mind to it, only sobbing over Y/N's body, her eyes closed, her face is a resting state.
His hands ran over her face, cupping it as he cried into her shirt, people starting to pile down from the stands towards the two. No one had any idea what was happening.
Dumbledore seemed to notice what was happening, as well as Fleur, the French girl slowly taking steps closer to the boy and girl, her eyes widening as a deafening scream left her lips.
Dumbledore quickly ran over to Cedric, trying to pull the boy off of Y/N's body.
"Cedric, come on! Off!"
"No, no-don't!"
Cedric clutched to Y/N's shirt, Fleur and Viktor now standing over the boy as they bent down to their unconscious friend, tears welling up in their eyes. Dumbledore tried prying Cedric off of her body, but it was no use.
Y/N's friends watched confused as they made their way down the steps, Fudge making his way over to Dumbledore and the champions.
"Dumbledore, for god's sake, what's happened?"
"He's back," Cedric screamed, the stands growing quiet. Y/N's friends seemed to finally pick up on what was happening, all of them pushing themselves to the front of the crowd as their faces held scared expressions.
"He's back," Cedric repeated, the group of friends now approaching Y/N's body. "Voldemort is back! Y/N, she-she saved me, before the Killing Curse could reach me!"
