𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿

𝟳𝟴 - ❝𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻❞

❝𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬
𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵
𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘵
𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘺❞

- 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵

GASP.

a startle.

your eyes snapped open.

you couldn't move.

why couldn't you move?

your eyes wouldn't open, eyelids too heavy and face too weak. you hurt, your body ached.

what was going on? where were you? were you still in the graveyard? were harry and cedric alive?

you couldn't even gasp as you were dropped to the ground suddenly, collapsing in a heap.

arms came around your body, and still you couldn't move.

you fought hard against your own body, eyes twitching beneath dormant eyelids, unnoticed by the two meals running from striking spells.

and then in one moment, everything came rushing back. your senses were back, and they felt maximised. you felt stronger, more talented.

wide green eyes came into contact with bright grey ones, who seemed to falter, doing a double take as if he had seen something unbelievable.

a gasp came from him and all of a sudden your whole world spun and you were met with such loud cheers your ears felt as though they would bleed.

hands gripped your slowly wettening shoulder.

"[name]! you're alive!!" a familiar voice cried.

"cedric.." you lowly muttered.

harry spun around, seemingly in a haze. his jaw dropped, he flew himself onto you.

"[name]!!"

the joyous cheers and music of the crowd seemed to slowly dim, confused murmurs circling the three of you.