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❝ he's back! voldemort's back ! ❞
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HOURS SEEMED TO GO BY UNTIL HARRY'S RETURN, and everyone was sat anxiously in their seats. fleur had already returned from the maze, using her red light to accept defeat and surrender.
maeve fidgeted and squirmed, and started to count how many seconds it was taking with harry not being back yet.
hermione noticed her impatience and reached out to grab her hand, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze in an attempt to ease her nerves.
maeve offered her a weak smile, before she turned her head back to the entrance of the maze, just hoping it would open up soon, and harry would emerge, triwizard cup in hand.
suddenly, harry appeared out of nowhere on the grass, sobbing above cedric and clutching the cup. everyone began to cheer and whistle, until they realised something was terribly wrong. maeve rose from her seat, eyes wide and full in horror.
"harry!" dumbledore yelled, rushing towards him with great haste.
the trumpets and music stopped, creating a deafening silence across the stadium-like arena.
"he's back! he's back!" harry croaked out, blood and tears covering his face as he leaned over cedric. "voldemort's back!" cornelius fudge's face went pale white at this. "cedric— he- he asked me to bring his body back. i couldn't leave him—" he cried. "not there."
"it's alright harry—" dumbledore took his face in his hands. "he's home— you both are."
"keep everybody in their seats!" fudge shouted. "a boy has just been killed!"
"let me through! let me through!" cedric's father, amos diggory, pushed and shoved past the crowd, running down the steps towards his son's frail body that was sprawled against the grass. "that's my son!" he cried, collapsing onto his knees. "that's my boy! my boy!"
the people in the crowd didn't say anything, too shocked to muster a word. a few started crying at the sight, others looking down solemnly at the loss of a schoolmate, a boy with a kind soul who was loved by all.
mad eye dragged harry away from the scene, and he struggled, trying to get back to cedric.
"harry! harry!" maeve cried, trying to push past the crowd to get towards the sobbing boy. "let me see him! let me see harry!"
"no! stay back, girl!" one of fudge's men held her back, attempting to usher the crowd away from the commotion, although no one was budging. no one else dared to move a muscle.
