His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

fifty-nine

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Back at the arena, the air buzzed with anticipation, the crowd on their feet, unaware of the horrors that had just unfolded. As Harry appeared, clutching Cedric's lifeless body, the crowd erupted into cheers, triumphant music swelling through the stands. 

Harry fell to his knees, cradling Cedric's body, his sobs wracking his small frame. He pressed his forehead against Cedric's cold chest, murmuring words no one could hear, lost in the sea of grief that had swallowed him whole. 

"Harry," Dumbledore called softly, his voice thick with sorrow. He gently placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, trying to pull him away from Cedric's still form. "Harry, tell me what happened."

Harry's breath hitched as he looked up, his eyes wide with terror and pain. "He's back," Harry choked out, his voice barely a whisper. "Voldemort's back. Cedric... Cedric asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him there... I couldn't..."

Dumbledore's eyes filled with tears, but he fought to keep his composure. He nodded, his voice trembling as he spoke. "It's alright, Harry. It's alright. He's home now... You both are."

Rosabelle appeared beside them, her own face etched with grief. She knelt down, wrapping her arms around Harry, pulling him close. Harry buried his face into her shoulder, his tears soaking her robes. She rocked him gently, her own tears falling silently, as she whispered soothing words.

Fudge, his face ashen, stepped forward, trying to maintain some order. "Keep everybody in their seats," he commanded, though his voice shook with the weight of what had happened. "A boy... a boy has just been killed. The body must be moved, Dumbledore... there are... too many people."

Before Dumbledore could respond, a heart-wrenching cry pierced the silence. "Let me through! That's my son! That's my boy!" Amos Diggory pushed through the crowd, his face a mask of horror and disbelief. When he reached Cedric's body, he collapsed beside him, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch his son's cold face. "No... no... my boy... my precious boy..."

The crowd watched in stunned silence, the reality of the situation hitting them like a tidal wave. Amos' wails echoed through the arena, the sound of a father's heart shattering into a million pieces. Rosabelle tightened her hold on Harry, her own tears mingling with his, as they both wept for the boy who would never wake up again.

The triumphant music had long since faded, replaced by the haunting sound of grief, a sound that would linger in the hearts of everyone who heard it.

Harry clung to Rosabelle as if she were his lifeline, his small frame trembling with the force of his sobs. "It's my fault," he whispered, his voice cracking under the strain. "I brought him there... I brought him back... Cedric... he shouldn't have... he shouldn't have died."

Rosabelle pulled back slightly, enough to look into Harry's tear-filled eyes. "Harry," she said gently, her voice thick with emotion, "this is not your fault. You did everything you could. Cedric knew that. He asked you to bring him back because he trusted you. He knew you would keep your promise."

Harry shook his head, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks. "But I couldn't save him. I tried, but I couldn't... Voldemort... he..." His voice faltered, the memory of the Dark Lord's cold, merciless gaze sending a shiver down his spine.