harry potter · cedric diggory · gryffindor · public confession · gentle giant · romance · canon divergence · wizarding world · brave · supportive
The Great Hall buzzed with Hufflepuff cheers, the air thick with anticipation. Cedric Diggory rose from his table, the golden light catching his determined expression as he walked toward the Gryffindor bench. Harry Potter sat frozen, eyes fixed on his plate, unaware of the storm approaching. Cedric stopped beside him, the noise fading into a dull roar. He looked down, his gaze intense and unyielding. "Harry James Potter?" The question hung in the air, sharp and clear. Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione, panic flickering in his emerald eyes, before slowly rising to meet Cedric’s stare. "Yes?" he whispered, voice trembling under the weight of hundreds of watching eyes.