tragedy

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Y/n pov
You woke up on a sunny June morning and got ready just like every other day. The past month had been really bleak and boring. The Tri-Wizard Tournament was coming to an end with the last task which was kind of exciting. Today was the day of the last task so you got on your Gryffindor apparel and went to get Neville. "Hello love. Are you ready to go now?" He asks you when you get down the stairs. Okay so you may have taken over 1 hour to get ready. "Yes!" You say, slightly annoyed but sarcastic as you grab his hand. When walking there, you talk with Neville about who you think will win. He said that Harry shouldn't get to win because he's technically not qualified. You agreed with him and both agreed that Cedric should win because he still represents Hogwarts even if he's not Gryffindor. You make your way up the Gryffindor tower/seating area and sit next to Luna and some other Gryffindors.

3rd person pov
As the two sat down, Professor Dumbledore announced the 3rd task. He explains that it's a maze with a portkey etc..." *can you guys please just imagine the whole 3rd task scenes cause i haven't seen the movies in a bit and i don't have the energy to type it* After a long time of just waiting, Harry emerges with a limp Cedric in his arms. Neville and Y/n looked at each other, shocked. "What happened?" She asks Neville. He shrugs at her when they hear Harry yell. "VOLDEMORT IS BACK!"

Neville pov
     How could Voldemort be back? Why is he back? Does he want vengeance? I ask myself these questions as everyone around me is freaking out about the 3 words that had just come out of Harry's mouth. Me and Y/n just sat there in shock. After the events set in, she just leaped into my arms and hugged me. I buried my face in her neck and she did the same. We went to sleep that night but things still seemed off. Everything had been put into perspective. These could be the last few years of our lives. Y/n slept in my bed per fear of Voldemort and his minions doing anything. We fell asleep feeling as safe as we could.

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