Hufflepuff boy - Cedric Diggory x male oc x Viktor Krum

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"Are you gonna enter the Tournament?" Cayden asked, looking at up Cedric, sitting down on his bed while waiting for the teenager to get ready.

"I will." Cedric said, putting on his robe, taking the books he needed before turning to look at Cayden who is holding a book for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Just be careful if you get picked." Cayden said, standing up, walking out the dormitory and the Hufflepuff common room with Cedric beside him.

"I will." Cedric said, stopping where they're going to be making their way to their opposite classes. "I'll see you soon?"

"I'll see you soon." Cayden said, smiling.

"Be careful of Boris, will you." Cedric said, scowling to himself.

Cayden chuckles, walking backwards. "I will." He said, turning around and starts making his way towards Harry and his friends who were waiting for him.

Cedric longingly stares at Cayden, watching him walk away until he moves out of his vision.

"Why don't you just confess to him if you like him so much." Elias said, moving to stand next to Cedric.

"Because I wanted to wait." Cedric answered, turning around and started walking towards his class.

"How long? Until he finished his school years?" Elias asked, walking beside Cedric.

Cedric chuckles at that. "After the tournament."

"Oh, alright then." Elias said. "Did you get Professor Snape permission to do this?" He asked, looking up at Cedric.

"I did." Cedric said, smiling. Not telling Elias that he had made an Unbreakable Vow to Professor Snape to promise him that he won't ever break Cayden's heart and hurt him. And he will do it again and again just so he could have a place in Cayden's heart.

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With a massive thud, Professor Moody drops a textbook onto Neville's desk, the same textbook on everybody's desk.

"I see you all slogged down to Flourish & Blotts like good little boys and girls and bought the textbook. Congratulations... it'll make a fine doorstop." Professor Moody said, turning. "I'm Alastor Moody, ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?"

Professor Moody's blue eyes scan the silent classroom, landing on Cayden and Harry. The twins stare back, willing themselves to hold the old warrior's horrifying visage. He turns away, taking out his flask. "When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. You may wonder what I mean by that. I'll show you. But first, which of you can tell me..." He takes a sour tug on the flask, snatches up a specimen jar and watches a spider scuttle within. "... how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"

The students trade uneasy glances. Finally, Hermione's hand rises. As his real eye continues to stare at the spider, Professor Moody's blue eye rotates onto Hermione. "I might've known. Go on, Granger."

"There are three, sir--" Hermione stops herself from talking when she realizes something. "How did you know..."

"Your name? I know a bit more than that. You're top of your class-- correct?" Professor Moody asked.

"Yes, sir..." Hermione said, nodding.

"Naturally inquisitive?" Professor Moody asked.

"Yes..."

"Socially inept?" Professor Moody asked again.

"Well..."

"And... Muggle born." Professor Moody said, eye taking over the others. "I'm not about to walk into a room full of strangers without doing background. Constant vigilance!" He jabs his staff into the floor, right in front of Cayden and Harry. As the class jumps, Harry studies Moody's scars while Cayden studies the man entirely.

"The devil likes disguises. Never forget that." Professor Moody said. And Cayden narrows his eyes at that.

Harry remains transfixed. Finally Professor Moody moves on.

"Again, Granger. How many Curses?" Professor Moody asked, looking at Hermione.

"Three." Hermione answered.

"And they're so named...?" Moody said.

"Because they're so unforgivable. The use of any one of them--"

"Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct. Now, the Ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different. You need to know what you're up against. You need to be prepared. You need to find another place to put your gum beside the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan." Professor Moody said.

Seamus blinks, caught in the act and whispers. "Blimey. The old codger can see out of the back of his head..."

"... and hear across classrooms. So. Which curse shall we see first? Weasley!" Professor Moody exclaimed, looking at Ron.

"Y-yes?" Ron squeaked out.

"Give me a curse." Professor Moody said.

Ron watches uneasily as Professor Moody returns to the specimen jar, reaches inside and lets the spider run up his hand. "Well... my Dad once told me about one... The Imperius Curse."

"I expect your father would know that one. Gave the Ministry a fair bit of grief some years ago. Perhaps this will show you why: Imperio!" As Professor Moody waves his wand, the spider leaps from his palm onto Parvati's shoulder. As she shrieks, Professor Moody flicks his wand and the spider bounds from Seamus to Dean to Lavender, on and on, the students howling with amusement as it finally lands on a horrified Ron. Professor Moody grins, then summons the spider back to his palm, where he slowly circles his wand over it.

"Talented, isn't she? What should I have her do next? Jump out a window? Drown herself?" Professor Moody said.

One by one, the students' smiles dry up.

"Scores of witches and wizards claimed they only did You-Know-Who's bidding while under the influence of the Imperius Curse. Here's the rub: how do you sort out the liars?" Professor Moody said as it sinks in. "Another!" He scans the forest of hands, when his eyes rotate with particular interest in Neville. "It's Longbottom, is it? Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology."

Neville gives a shy nod. "There's... the Cruciatus Curse."

"Yes. Particularly nasty." Professor Moody said, stepping forward, looking over Neville and dropping the spider onto his desk. "Crucio!"

The spider twitches, legs trembling violently. Moody stands utterly motionless, eyes fixed on Neville, who seems transfixed by the spider's misery. Hermione's eyes drift from the spider to Neville's hands, which are clenching the corners of his desk so hard his knuckles are turning white.

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him! Stop it!" Hermione exclaimed.

Finally, Professor Moody drops his wand. The room is silent. "Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable Curse, Miss Granger."

Hermione glances at Neville and shakes her head.

"Avada Kedavra!" Moody said. There is a flash of green light, a rush of air, and the spider rolls onto its back. Dead. "The killing curse. There is no blocking it. Only two person is known to have survived it. And they are sitting in this room."

As the others turn their eyes on them, Cayden looks up and sees Professor Moody studying him. Professor Moody's tongue nervously probes the corner of his mouth as he takes out his flask and turns away. Cayden's eyes drop to the spider. Lying motionless.