Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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The contestants are gathered outside the maze at sunset, each at a separate entrance. Each is accompanied by a handler -- Karkaroff for Viktor, Madame Maxime for Fluer, Amos Diggory for Cedric. All of them are nervous.

Viktor is standing, his head lowered an ox, face blank. Karkaroff is whispering urgently in his ear.

Madame Maxime, accompanied by Gabrielle, is massaging scented oils into a subdued Fleur. Amos Diggory is instructing and practicing useful spells with Cedric.

The air is full of tension, the crowd subdued.

Harper stood next to Harry, rubbing his back comfortingly and whispering something into Harry's ear, which he responded by nodding at the brunette.

Harry looks through the nearest entrance and sees the long threatening tunnel of the maze's first alley stretching away from him, high and full of shadows.

Harper looks at Moody standing beside Professor Dumbledore, narrowing his eyes at him, still suspicious of the man even though he had cleared him when that was asked from Professor Dumbledore.

"Earlier this evening, Moody placed the Triwizard Cup within the maze with Mr. Granger approvement. Only they know where it resides. As the scoring is close, the first to touch the Cup will become the first Triwizard champion in over one hundred years." Professor Dumbledore said as the crowd roared.

Harper patted Harry's back, walking back towards where the Champions handler was waiting for their respective champions.

"Champions, prepare yourselves. On three. One. Two--" Professor Dumbledore was cut off by Mr. Filch firing the cannon and the Champions disappear into the maze through their separate entrance.

Harper rubs his hands nervously, pacing back and forth and looking at Moody from time to time with a glare on his face.

"You really care about him do you?" Mr. Diggory's voice breaks him out of his pacing.

"I care about keeping Harry and Cedric safe." Harper responded, looking back at Moody who was talking with Lucius making him stop his pacing and look at them.

"You already cleared him, why are you nervous?" Mr. Diggory questioned, looking at Harper who started pacing again.

"Why are you not?" Harper retorted, stopping his pacing when he heard Ron calling out for him. He turned and walked towards Ron, letting Ron take his hands into his.

"He'll be okay, Harper. They'll, be okay. They're strong in their own way." Ron said, rubbing Harper's cold hands.

"I know, I just can't help but be nervous." Harper said, giving him a strained smile.

"And it's for a good reason." Ron said, reluctantly letting go of Harper's hands.

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Inside the Maze, the mist settles round Harry. Shifting in a fitful breeze.

Harry begins to hurry and then, as the rustling continues, breaks into a jog. Then, spooked by the swirling mist, he runs, turns a corner and hears a scream and runs towards it. As the hedge whips past. He sees a figure moving towards him.

As he comes opposite, Harry stops. The figure stops, looking at Harry with wild eyes and Harry recognizes that it was Viktor. The boys are at a crossroads. Viktor stares at Harry, his brain obviously racing. Then, with no word of greeting, he abruptly turns down an alley and is gone.