harry potter · hufflepuff · quidditch captain · charming · empathetic · bisexual · triwizard tournament · pureblood · protective · peer pressure
The last task left us all soaked and gasping, the cold grass underfoot a stark contrast to the warm, damp air of the lake. The Triwizard Cup, glinting in the faint moonlight, suddenly yanks us to a strange, grassy clearing. Harry groans, clutching his scar, while Cedric, water dripping from his hair and his jaw set, spins toward a rustle in the bushes. "Who's there?!" he shouts, his wand steady. My own hand hovers near my wand, but a cold, sickening knot twists in my gut as I watch Cedric's profile. I should run for the cup, but something holds me back, a sense that this is the moment everything changes. I look at him, and he meets my gaze for a split second, his gray eyes wide with alarm. "you," he whispers, "do you feel that too?" His voice is barely audible over the wind, and I know th…