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•thirty three

The freedom, of falling
a feeling I thought was sent
in stone, it slips through,
my fingers.

"You okay," Cedric asked both Harry and Ophelia, as he went over to help Ophelia up from where she was, Ophelia sent him a soft smile, 

"Harry I'll ask again, where are we?" Ophelia breathed out, her hands trembling as she looked around at the tombstones,

Ophelia was beyond petrified, the cup was supposed to take them back to the quidditch field, not a graveyard full of old, rotting tombstones, looking around Ophelia's throat began to tighten, the cup was a portkey, and she would only assume something bad was going to happen.

"I've been here before," Harry said, as he looked around, his eyes set on a particular tombstone,

"The cup, it's a portkey," Cedric called out to the pair, "Harry, the cup is a portkey!"

Harry shook his head in disbelief, the events of his dream coming back to him, "I've been here before, in a dream," Harry relied, as he pointed the light of his wand on the tombstone he was invested in earlier, "Cedric, Ophelia, we got to get back to the cup!"

"What?" Ophelia's voice trembled, as she hugged herself, "What do you mean?"

"What are you talking about?" Cedric asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he sent a reassuring smile to Ophelia, that everything was going to be okay,

In a matter of seconds Harry began to scream, as he clenched his scar, Ophelia grabbed onto Cedric, as the pair ran over to to boy, a look of worry taking over their features, "Get back to the cup!" Harry yelled, as a figure began to emerge from behind a door, something in it's hand,

Cedric shoved Ophelia behind a tombstone, as he held up his wand, pointing it towards the rat like man, "Who are you? What do you want?" Cedric yelled at them, his hands shaking,

"Kill the spare," A snake like voice whispered, sending chills down Ophelia's spine, as the young girl muffled her cries

"Avada Kedavra," The man shouted, following the orders of the voice,

"Cedric!" Ophelia whispered, tears falling rapidly down her face as she cried, knowing she couldn't run to the boy,

Harry looked at Ophelia, watching as the girl's back was pressed against the tombstone she was behind, her tears rolling down her cheeks as she muffled her sobs, he wanted to run to the girl, but as he went to go run, a force was picking him up. Carrying the boy to the tombstone behind him, as large wings wrapped around his body,

Ophelia looked up, as she watched Harry her pinned against the tombstone, more tears escaping her eyes, as she whispered prayers, hoping that they'd both be okay. Shuffling noises in the bushes snapped the girl out of her thoughts, as she looked up, only to meet with the eyes of Lucius Malfoy, Lucius grabbed onto the girls arm as he dragged her to a more secure safe place,

"What are you doing here?" Lucius whispered harshly, his eyes softening as he looked at the girl, noticing her tear stained face,

"I-I took the cup with them," Ophelia cried, "I didn't know it would take us here, what are you doing here?"

Lucius shook his head, "I'd rather not say, stay here until I give you a signal that it's okay to leave, I'll make sure you and Harry leave safely,"

Ophelia nodded as she watched Lucius walk off, hugging her knees to her chest as she hid inside the bush. Harry meanwhile was trying to get out of the grasp of the wings, as he watched Wormtail, who he made out to be, drop an ugly fetus like man into a cauldron of water,

"Bone of the father, unwilling given," Wormail said, as he put a bone into the cauldron, a smirked etched upon his face, "The flesh of the servant, willing sacrificed," Wormtail muttered, holding his own arm out over the cauldron, a slicing noise filling the atmosphere as the deranged man yelled. "Lastly, the blood of the enemy,"

Wormtail made his way over to Harry, cutting the boys sleeve, then proceeded to cut into his arm, taking the droplet of blood that was on his knife, watching it drip into the cauldron, "The dark lord, shall rise again," Wormtail muttered, as he stepped away from the cauldron, watching as it lit up in flames. Ophelia could see the flames in the corner of her eyes, as Harry's cries of pain filled her ears,

This was all too much for the young girl, as her eyes became droopy, sleep took over the girl, finally feeling at peace. What felt like seconds she had slept, her eyes were wide open, as she was now in Harry's arms, being carried over to the portkey rather quickly as he too picked up Cedric's body,

He was safe, that's all what Ophelia cared about right now, that was until they landed back onto the quidditch field, and heard the cheers of the crowd. Harry's cries broke the cheers, as it went silent. It then hit Ophelia, that her boyfriend was gone. Ophelia quickly got up, as she ran over towards Cedric, clinging onto his body as she sobbed,

"That's my son!" A voice cried out, recognising the voice of Amos Diggory, "That's my boy!" Amos sobbed,

Hands held onto Ophelia's shoulders, trying to pull her away from the corpse of her deceased boyfriend, Ophelia tried to fight them, but they were way to strong, as she flung into the arms of her cousin, "It's okay, it's going to be okay," Draco's voice soothed, as he held onto her tightly,

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A/N: whose cutting onions? It's not funny anymore, my eyes are watering!! I can't believe I just did that, holy shizzle!

But like Lucius' and Ophelia's encounter had me sobbing 🥺🥺

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That's right, because I'm on quarantine, as I don't want to get this stupid plague inc virus. 🥵

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