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After hours of stress and built up excitement, it began to get dark on the stands. The torches lit with a glowing orange fire that cast an ominous glow across the seats. Throughout the hours, Fleur had already sent help with the spark of her wand and was in a disheveled shape, being fussed over by her Headmaster and her parents.
The buzz of dull chatter echoed through the stadium as the tension grew higher. Suddenly the buzz stopped as everyone heard a loud crack from the clearing in front of the stands. Seeing the figures of Cedric and Harry, everyone burst into cheers. The band started again and the crowd went wild. Echoes of 'he did it' and 'well done' were passed through the crowds.
Zinnia leaped out of her chair, bewildered that Harry had actually won. She hugged her friends giddily besides her and averted her gaze towards Harry.
She struggled to see over the sea of students that began to flood the clearing but understood that something was not right, if not for the gut wrenching scream from Fleur but the fact that Harry's face stayed buried to the ground, not daring to look up, not that he would be able to see through the streaming tears falling uncontrollably down his face.
Zinnia pushed past the crowds of students as the band halted to a dooming stop. The screams and sobbs of Harry ever so present in the ears of the girl. Pushing past the crowd once she was on the grass her mind only fixated on Harry, if he was hurt or even worse. When she finally cut through she was met with the heartbreaking sight of the still body of Cedric Diggory.
The kind and true boy that was strong till the end was dead, his hollow face blank with the emptiness of death like a wasted canvas. Harry leant over the body loyally, not being able to break himself from the boy that had lost his life so quickly, so unfairly.
"He's back, He's back. Voldemort's back" Harry shouted, breaking the thick silence of the stadium. Zinnia's heart dropped to her feet, not being able to comprehend the possibility of darkness slipping through the cracks again.
"Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him, not there." Harry cried out, his voice breaking in grief. Zinnia's heart stung painfully at seeing the state of him. All she wanted to do was hold him unconditionally.
"It's alright Harry. It's alright. He's home. You both are" Dumbeldore comforted, holding Harry's head up as he cried for the lost boy.
"Keep everyone in their seats. A boy has just been killed. The body must be moved, Dumbeldore, too many people" The minister announced to the staff rather carelessly, alerting the crowd of what was happening. Everyone broke out into silent gasps as Amos Diggory pushed his way through the frozen crowd in a panic.
"Let me through!" he pushed desperately with a ghostly look on his face. He broke through the crowd with a grave cry that seeped through the ears of the crowd bitterly and agonizingly.
