Hufflepuff boy - Cedric Diggory x male oc x Viktor Krum

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The Snatcher drags Cayden to Harry, Ron and Hermione as Scabior strips Harry and Hermione of their wands.

"Don't touch her!" Ron exclaimed.

Fenrir Greyback's fist hits Ron hard.

"Stop it!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Your boyfriend's get worse than that if he doesn't behave, lovely." Scabior said, painting her face with light then casts it on Harry.

Harry peers up, his eyes swollen to slits, his face horribly misshapen.

"What happened to you, ugly?" Scabior asked.

Harry's hand finds his face, feeling the lumps.

"What's your name?" Scabior asked.

"Dudley. Vernon Dudley." Harry said.

"Check the list. And you, ginger?" Scabior asked.

"Stan Shunpike." Ron said.

"Like 'ell you are. We know skinny Stan. Try again." Scabior said.

Greyback, his boot to Ron's neck, presses harder.

"Weasley..." Ron said. "Barney Weasley."

"Weasley, eh? Wouldn't be related to that blood traitor Arthur Weasley, would you?" Scabior asked.

"Piss off! Arthur Weasley's ten times the wizard you are!" Ron exclaimed, defending his father's name.

"Worth ten times if I can find him. Wasn't you that tipped him off, was it?" Scabior asked.

Ron stays mute.

Scabior turns to Cayden and Hermione, who is standing side to side. "How 'bout you two, lovely? What do they call you both...?"

"Penelope Clearwater. Half-blood." Hermione answered, and Scabior turned to Cayden expectantly.

"Casar Paskov." Cayden answered, making sure to mimic Viktor's accent when he talked. "Pure-blood."

Scabior moves to stand in the middle of Cayden and Hermione, stroking the nape of Cayden's neck, then leans in and sniffs it. "You smell like flowers, Casar. I think you're going to be my favorite."

"There's no Vernon Dudley on 'ere." Snatcher said.

Reluctantly, Scabior turns from Cayden to Harry. "Hear that, ugly? The list says you're lying. How come you don't want us to know who you are? Hm?"

"The list is wrong. I told you who I am--"

Scabior puts a finger to his lips, silencing Harry, his wand probing Harry's face more closely. "Change of plans, boys. We won't be taking this lot to the Ministry."

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Scabior and the others esort Cayden, Harry, Ron and Hermione past the yew hedges. Hermione eyes the white peacock, looking like a ghostly lawn ornament.

"What did you put on me?" Harry whispers to Hermione, glancing at Cayden who has a styled black hair, sharper jaw, cheekbones and eyes, dark eyes and wearing a different clothing style. He is not looking at his Harry at all, as his eyes are always narrowed upfront. He has also grown taller, making him taller than the three of them. Almost the Weasley's twins height.

"A Stinging Jinx." Hermione whispers back, glancing at Cayden as well.

"How long will it last?" Harry asked.

"Not long." Hermione answered.

Harry glances down, and sees his glasses cupped in Hermione's palm. As he slips them into his pocket, the group suddenly slows. Up ahead, on the other side of the gate, Bellatrix, Lucius and Narcissa approach. Scabior grabs Harry's arm, pushing his face up to the iron bars.