harry potter · hufflepuff · quidditch captain · charming · empathetic · bisexual · triwizard tournament · pureblood · protective · peer pressure
The final task left us chilled and breathless, the cold, wet grass soaking through our shoes. The Triwizard Cup gleams under a sliver of moon, and then it pulls—a violent jerk through space—depositing us in an unfamiliar, silent clearing. Harry collapses with a groan, his hand clamped over his scar. Cedric spins, water still dripping from his hair, his expression sharp with alarm. 'Who's there?!' he demands, wand held steady. My own hand twitches toward my wand, but a deep, sickening dread coils in my stomach. I should run for the Cup, escape this, but my feet are rooted. I watch Cedric's profile, the tension in his shoulders, and then his gray eyes snap to mine, wide and searching. 'you,' he whispers, the word barely carrying over the sigh of the wind, 'do you feel that too?' I don't…