Tempus

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June 1995, The Final Task

The entire scene around her was overstimulating, the cheers, the loud conversations, the ongoing bets, the music from the band, everything was happening, and all she could think about was the conversation she had just had with Cedric in the tent.

"Raya," Hermione's voice was gentle, breaking her away from her thoughts as she lightly nudged her. "Cheer up, he's going to forgive you."

"No, no, no, you don't understand," she said as she shook her head, her hands were in her hair, her knee bouncing up and down.

"The way he looked at me when I said those things...he hates me, and he has every right to do so."

"He doesn't hate" Ron tried to reassure her.

"After what I said, I would hate me," she scoffed, suddenly cheers erupted around them, bodies now standing and blocking their view from down below.

Raya still held a disappointed look to her face, before her face relaxed, her body slowly straightening as she brought her hands down to her sides.

"What, what is it?" Hermione asked, as she knew the signs now.

Her pupils dilated, her mouth dropping as she let out a loud shrieking scream. She had contained it now, knew how to not make people's ears bleed. With the rest of the cheering still around them, her scream seemed nothing out of the ordinary.

Both Ron and Hermione were tense as they looked over her, knowing what it meant.

"Someone else is back!" Fred had turned back to shout at them. 

The music from the band had once again begun, everyone around was cheering and hollering as they were excited to see who had won.

"You hearing them? I think it's Harry," Ron yelled out to them both, but the music had stopped abruptly, the bodies around them were no longer jumping.

Hermione and Raya shared a confused look, Fred and George who stood in front of them were tall enough to block their view. "I can't see-who is it?"

Raya tried to raise her head, but Ron had wrapped her arm around her, stopping her from moving, his face was pale, he was tall enough to see over everyone, and he wanted to give her a few more seconds without seeing the current image.

"What? What's going on," Raya tugged her arm back, she had stepped down, at least she had tried to step down, but George had blocked her from doing so. 

"Dude, move, will you?" She scoffed before she pushed him harshly, stepping down, her eyes glued to the center where she knew the winner would be. Her eyes widened, she had caught a glimpse before she was blocked off by the surrounding bodies around him.

"No," she said with a small cry, she had slumped down before she had screamed loud enough, she wasn't controlling it, "No!" Everyone around her had bent down, ears covered by their hands.

Hurriedly, she made her way down the bleachers, running off to the small crowd, before someone had grabbed her by the waist.

"Raya, no, you shouldn't see that," Ron had caught up to her. She didn't care, she kept fighting his grip, tears were streaming down her face, another screeching scream leaving her lips which had let his arm drop from her, she ran, she ran so fast, she didn't even know she could move this quickly.

She pushed through the surrounding bodies, her eyes immediately looking down at the dead body that laid before her.

Harry's cries were loud as he was gripping onto his shirt, Raya could hear their father crying and yelling out to for him in the back, being held back by Arthur.