𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 | D.M

.7. zachrias .7.

It was beautiful, until it wasn't

It was around 7 and you and Hanna were heading to the Great Hall for dinner.

You meet up with Susan as she was collecting her books from the library.

The Hall was loud and lively as students chat about their day.

You take a seat at the Hufflepuff table.

"Hey, how was History of Magic?" Summer asks scooping a hefty pile of mashed potatoes on her plate.

"So boring I started counting down the minutes till the class ended" you say lowly.

Hanna and Susan ramble about their day as you notice Cedric walk into the hall.

He looks noticeably agitated as he takes a seat next to Summer.

"What's up buttercup?" Summer asks in between chews.

Cedric doesn't respond; he scoops up some mashed potatoes and eats, his brows furrowed.

"Um... Hello! I'm talking to you!" Summer exclaims, waving her hand in front of Cedric's face.

He finally notices you and clears his throat.

"Ahem... Sorry-" he mutters.

"Are you okay?" Susan questions in a soft tone.

Cedric looks at you three and lowers his voice to a whisper.

"The first challenge is in a few days and I don't even know what it is." he says slowly.

His once bright eyes are now cloudy and filled with dread.

"Shouldn't they have given you some sort of clue?" you ask lowly.

He shakes his head clearly upset and goes back to eating without saying another word.

You and Susan share a low look.

Suddenly the doors to the great hall opens and Harry walks in.

Everyone in the hall directs their attention towards him.

Harry awkwardly walks over towards the Gryffindor table and before he could sit down Del pulls him into a deep hug and they talk quietly with Hermione.

Ron was sitting farther up with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan glaring at Harry as he walked in.

You look back over at Delilah as she's frantically talking to Harry and Hermione.

She glances in your direction slightly but turns her attention back to the conversation.

You look over at Cedric you can see confusion and agitation looming in his eyes.

"Hey you okay?" you whisper softly.

Cedric nods and gives you a reassuring smile.

He gives you hand a soft squeeze and your cheeks instantly ingulf in heat.

Thursday morning was hectic as you sleepily make your way to your classes.

The Daily Prophet most notably Rita Skeeter was tearing Harry apart in the papers.

Teenage Tragedy: Harry Potter and the Triwizard Cup. Harry Potter, age 12 suspect entrant in the Triwizard Tournament His eyes swimming with the ghosts of his past and choking back tears.

Everyone in the school was against Harry at this point apart from Hermione and Delilah.

Study hall had just ended and you made your way outside.