Harry Potter Preferences

How you got together

Harry Potter:

'"Proud?" said Harry. "Are you mad? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious . . ."'

The final task had arrived at Hogwarts and, god, was I nervous. The fear was eating at me alive, as, compared to the first task, I now had two people who I didn't want to leave me, yet, that wasn't the worst thing, I had this worrying feeling that something extremely bad was going to happen. The thought made my nerves swim laps inside of me. I felt as if I could throw up my breakfast any second as I walked down towards the stands that were surrounding the dangerous maze. My seat wasn't far from the front as I was one of the contestant's family, meaning I sat next to my dad, which was silently comforting in the least. However, my dad was the complete opposite of me, he had trouble sitting in his seat as he was so excited, stretching his body to see his eldest child participate in one of the most known tournaments in the wizarding world.

Once all the spectators had found their seats and finally became quiet, Professor Dumbledore had begun to talk, yet, I couldn't hear what he had to say with the constant fear of something dangerous happening filling my busy mind. Before I knew it, the sign for the first two participants to enter had gone and Harry and Cedric rushed into the dark maze. My nerves got worse.

After a few minutes, I was at the edge of my seat, about to fall off when my dad put his warm hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me back into my eat,

"Don't worry, darling, Ced will be fine! Top in his year, most handsome too!" I smiled slightly at him as he tried to comfort me, never the less, it didn't work very well as when I turned my head back to the maze, a red spark climbed into the air, indicating someone was in need of help. I felt my breakfast rise to my throat.

I let out a shaky breath as I saw Fleur being helped walk towards Madam Pomfrey, glad it wasn't Cedric, yet, at the same time wishing it was. I looked to my left as my dad started to mumble about how his son was way better than that 'spoilt French girl' and how she shouldn't have even attempted if she couldn't complete the second task.

Time passed as I got more nervous. The sickness from this morning had long gone but had been replaced by never-ending fear of losing people who I love dearly. I then started to think about how my life differentiated from the start of the year, for one, Harry and I had become ever-so-close, hell, I started to like him a few months back. Not only that though, my confidence from hanging around the chosen one and his two best friends have let me gain more friends and boosted my confidence. At the start of the year, Ced and I were incredibly close, unimaginably close you could say, but, somehow, we managed to become closer, in the end, this year has been the best year so far and only one thing could ruin that.

My attention was brought back to the tournament as I heard an eruption of noise, mainly my dad screaming in my ear, hugging me tightly about how Cedric had come back. I looked to where he (and many others) were pointing, Ced's dark hair was on the ground, not moving. Harry was covering the rest of him, not letting me see his face. My dad's screams started to die down but almost instantly being replaced with sobs.

My ears started to ring as I realised what had happened. I wanted to scream, to run down and punch him, wake him up from his forever sleep. But I couldn't. My legs were frozen in place. Dad had stood from his seat a while ago, though, only now had he started to run down, not caring about how his hat flew from his head.

"He's not dead! No! He can't be!" His screams ran through me, making me shrivel up, hiding from reality. Tears streamed down my face, dampening the jumper I was wearing. The jumper Ced had given to me. My fists gripped the soft fabric, taking in the last of his scent.