Him ( Ron Weasley )

chapter 11

Ophelia, Ron and Hermione hug Harry before getting into their places, Ophelia cheers for Harry but also stops to look down at the back who is seeming to be getting words of encouragement by Dumbledoor.

"Silence!......Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it's exact position. Now, as Mr. Diggory, and Mr. Potter tied for first position, they will be the first to enter the maze, followed by Mr. Krum, and Miss. Delacour........ the first person to touch the cup. Will be the winner," Dumbledoor announces brightly as the stadium quickly erupts into cheers holding up signs for who they were supporting.

"I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter. Should any point as contestant wish to withdraw from the task, he or she needs to only send up, red sparks from their wand. Contestants, gather round."

Dumbledoor gathers the four around, and whispers to them so that the audience couldn't hear, "In the maze, you'll find no Dragons or Creatures of the deep, instead you'll face something even more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can but be very wary, you could just lose yourselves along the way."

The crowd stands up as the four champions get ready, Ophelia cheers loudly trying to ignore her nervousness for Harry.

"On the count of three, One—" Dumbledoor starts before Filch sets of the canon and shrugs the trumpets start to play again as Harry and Cedric run in followed by Krum and Fleur.

Ophelia sits down and sighs before looking to Ron and laughing slightly before chatting with Hermione.

"What do you suppose is going on in there?" Hermione innocently asks Ophelia.

"Running around, getting killed." Hermione and Ophelia laugh slightly.

A red spark gets let out in the sky, Ophelia looks up. "Who's that you think?"

"Krum, Or Delacour." Ron says the brunette who's practically staring into space before having 5 minute conversations and repeating the cycle.

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Harry and Cedric come back, as the crowd quickly erupt into cheers. Amos and Arthur being the loudest hugging each other and cheering loudly.

Ophelia cheers with Hermione laughing before Ophelia spots Harry not screaming, her eyes widen as she taps Ron and Hermione on the shoulder and pulls them down to where Harry is.

Just as the three get down to Harry, Fleur let's out a terrifying scream. The trumpets stop immediately as Ophelia gasps loudly as her hand rests on her lips at the sight.

Dumbledoor runs over to Harry and tries to pull him yet Harry fights, "What's?— Dumbledoor. What's happened?" Fudge shouts running over to Harry as Ophelia stands their with her eyes widened.

"He's back....Voldemort's back!" Harry says through sobs.  "Cedric he asked me to bring his body back, I couldn't leave him..not there!"

"It's alright Harry. It's alright, he's home you both are!"

"Keep everybody in their seats!" Fudge runs, "A boy's just been killed."

"Let me through." Amos pushes through a crowd, "Let me through! That's my son! That's my boy." He falls to the ground sobbing uncontrollably.

Ophelia feels a tear roll down her cheek, she quickly turns around and hugs Ron without giving it a second thought. Ron knew that even though they didn't talk the most. They were still pretty good friends.

Mad-eye takes Harry inside as Amos screams, Dumbledoor holds him down as everyone around him looks down.

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"Today, we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory, was as you all know....exceptionally hard working, infinitely fair-minded. And, most importantly. A fierce, fierce friend."

Ophelia looks down to her feet as Dumbledoor delivers the speech, her lips resting in a saddened tone.

"Now, I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see...Cedric Diggory was murdered. By Lord Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory. Now, the pain....we all feel of this dreadful loss reminds me, and reminds us. That whole we may come form different places and speak in different tongues. Our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we've made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that, and we'll celebrate a boy who was, kind and honest and brave, and true, right to the very end."

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Ophelia, spots Harry sitting peacefully by a waterfall with his head to the sky, she taps Ron and Hermione and the trio walk up to the boy.

Harry doesn't say anything, he just sits there Ophelia sadly smiles, and gives him a hug.

"It will be okay Harry, I promise." She says as Ron and Hermione give the boy a hug.

"We really should start packing." Hermione says raising her eyebrows and smiling, she helps Harry up as the quartet walk down the steep hill back to the main grounds.

Ophelia places her arm over Harry and Ron and laugh as does the other three.

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Gabrielle and Fleur run up to Ophelia who is standing with Hermione and Angelina, they hug her tightly. "Au revoir Ophèlia." Fleur says hugging the girl she smiles and waves to them.

"Do you ever think we'll just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?" Ron laughs,

"No." The three say in unison shaking their heads,

"Oh well, what's life without a few Dragons?"

The three start walking, before stopping as Hermione stands still looking to the ground, "everything's going to change now isn't it." She shakes her head.

Ophelia walks over and puts a hand on Hermione's shoulder, "Yeah, yeah it is." 

Hermione nods and walks with the three, "Promise, you'll write this summer. All of you." She tilts her head to Ophelia and Ron a little more.

"I won't, you know I won't." Ron laughs,

"Oh but Harry and Ophelia will won't both,"

"Yeah." Ophelia says smiling in fact she will most probably forget and end up writing her first letter on the last week of the holidays, Hermione tilts her head and raised her eyebrows. "I mean, I'll try."

The quartet laugh before walking to a balcony, they watch the Durmstrang boat sail away as and the Beauxbatons carriages fly away with them.