𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓.

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❝ I'VE CHEATED DEATH SINCE I'VE GOTTEN HERE. ❞

THOUGHTS

THIRD POV

MELODY WAS PACING about around the corridors. The sound of her shoes clattering against the cement ground and the sound of her voice when she mumbled under her breath filled the empty hallway. She had a million thoughts running around her head, all of them filled with Harry and the Goblet of Fire.

How did his name get in there?

Is he going to have to compete?

Her thoughts had been cut off by the sound a door clicking opening. She turned around, immediately running, her feet were tumbling over each other, feeling as though she might trip and fall into the ground. She wrapped her arms around him, gripping him tightly. She felt as if he was going to disappear, if she let go.

Harry's arms wrapped around her waist comfortingly. Her breathing was uneven, he realized she was sobbing into his arms; whenever she took a deep breathe in, or out, he could feel the vibrations from her, shaking against him.

His hand rubbed circles along her back, trying to calm her down, at least get her breathing to become stable again.

"Do you have to⸺you know." It was silent, until Harry took a deep breathe in before letting out a heavy sigh. That was all that she had to hear. She began to cry, the tears that were trailing down her face, fell onto this shirt, and the material started obsorbing the liquid.

"You're fourteen, for Godric's sake, Harry! They can't make you, people die in this tournament. " Melody exclaimed. Her voice cracking as she ended the sentence.

"Melody, they said it was a binding contract. My name came out of that goblet, which means my name was signed on that contract. I have to compete, there's no way around this." Harry said, his voice tense.

"I⸺ just c-cant." The tears that had once been dried upon her face, became overflooded with more of the salty teardrops. Her sobs became more as a weep, after a couple minutes of standing in the corridors bawling her eyes out.

Harry kept telling her that he would be okay, rubbing circles along her back, trying to assure her that nothing will happen to him.

"Nothing will happen, i'm the chosen one remember? I've cheated death since i've gotten here." He said, making her chuckle at his joke. Harry didn't feel her body shaking underneath his touch anymore, so he assumed that she had stopped crying.

Placing his hands on top of her shoulders, pulling her from his chest, Harry looked at her in the eyes.

"Are you okay now?" He asked, with a soft smile.