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I write for:
- Avengers/MCU
- Criminal Minds
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- The Originals
- The 100
- Twilight
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I own none of these characters. All rights go to their respective creator:
- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
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After the second task, Harry rarely lets you out if his sight except for when he has to. Like right now. Sitting at dinner before the third and final task, you have no bubble. You're not complaining, since you're worried for him, but you literally can't breathe.
"Love, can you scoot over just a little bit? I can't move to eat my pie." He snaps out of his daze and scoots over slightly.
"I'm sorry." You chuckle and kiss his cheek.
"It's okay. I understand." You finish your pie and stand. Harry stands with you and you sigh, looking at him. "I'm going to see Cedric. I'll be right back," you promise. He reluctantly sits down and you start to walk over to the Hufflepuff table.
"Mate, you're smothering her," Ron whispers.
"I can't help it," he defends. You hear a smack .
"Ow! Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron groans. You shake your head in exasperation until you're out of earshot. You make it over to Cedric with no issue for once.
"Hey, Ced? Can I talk to you?" you ask. He stands and nods.
"Of course." He walks out of the hall with you and around the corner. You sigh and wrap your arms around him tightly. He doesn't hesitate to hug you back, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "Are you okay?" You nod, sniffling.
"Yeah, I'm just worried about you. Be careful, yeah?" He chuckles and kisses the top of your head.
"Aren't I always?"
"No," you snort. He pulls away and wipes your tears away.
"No tears. I'll be fine. We all will be." You nod, trying your hardest to believe it.
But the ever-growing pit in your stomach says different.
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You watch anxiously as your boys walk into the maze. You bite your lip and quite literally twiddle your thumbs. Lee places his hands over yours to stop you. You look up at him, tears glistening in your eyes.
"I have a bad feeling," you whisper.
"You always say that before a task," he teases. You shake your head frantically.
"This is different. That was nerves. This is... something different. Darker."
"You're so dramatic," George laughs. You shoot him a glare and he sobers up, a guilty look on his face.
"Ignore him, (Y/N/N)," Ron urges. You nod, looking back at the maze.
"I usually do." George grunts in offense and you grin despite the situation. "I'll be right back." You push through the hoard of students and to Mr. Weasley and Uncle Amos.
