❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
rewr...
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THERE WERE NO words to describe the exact feeling that Rebecca Artemis Black felt when she had finally pushed her way through the gathering crowd of students. No words whatsoever that could possibly tie her to a single, overarching emotion. In honesty, she had felt suddenly drained. Completely, and utterly numb – just an empty vessel that stared on in complete horror at the scene she had come across. No one else dared to move an inch as they too stepped forward and caught wind of what had happened.
Cedric Diggory laid on the grassy pitch, spread-eagle and lifeless grey eyes boring into the never ending deep azure skyline. Rebecca had stared for what felt like an eternity, her eyes raking his paling features. Her legs felt like jelly by mere standing, her knees wanting to give in and make her collapse to the ground to shatter like glass. With a final surge of whatever emotion she could feel over all others, she shoved passed the people that gathered in front of her. Bumping shoulders, eyes set harshly and silently bulldozing her way towards Harry.
She collapsed then, just as she reached the boys, her knees giving way and digging right into the mud at both their sides. Rebecca looked to Cedric, his eyes wide open, staring up, blank, and expressionless – like peering into the windows of an abandoned home. His mouth was half ajar, looking surprised. The tears began, slow as first, almost in disbelief and in denial.
"Harry! Harry!"
A voice was shouting so close to her ear, but she couldn't really hear them. All the whispers, the gasping and screaming – it was all drowned out by her own. Rebecca grasped Cedric's singed jersey with shaky hands, her breath catching in her throat through hoarse sobs. Harry was grabbed, being pulled out of her peripheral vision, and half of her mind was screaming to not let him out of her sight. And still, she clung to her best friend – weeping and trying to cradle his body against her own.
"He's back," Harry had whispered gravely, voice strained and tired, his hand grasping Dumbledore's tightly, "He's back – Voldemort."
People were now pushing against one another, horrified and shouting. The crowd growing restless and few others beginning to sob and scream out. There was too much going on, too many sounds and voices, the rumbling of footsteps nearing and distancing themselves from the scene – was all too overwhelming. Then Cornelius Fudge's face came into view as he bustled up to see what the commotion wad, his eyes immediately trained upon the sobbing Ravenclaw hunched over the Hufflepuff, uncontrollably sobbing and face smashed into his singed chest.
"My God – Diggory!" Fudge let out a hoarse gasp, his white face going paler and growing appalled, "Dumbledore – he's dead!"
The words were repeated, over and over again, the whispers weaved in and out of the crowd and up the stands, sending more gasps and cries of shock into the stadium. It all only made Rebecca sob harder, her chest heaving and gasping for breaths between her heart-wrenching sobs. There were thunderous footsteps, pushing and shoving from the crowd – two sets, side by side and nearing rapidly.
