《The second granger-Harry Potter》•don't leave me•
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Please wake up.
Please I need you.
Don't leave me. Don't leave her. Please Cedric.
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Ophelia rolled awake slowly. Her eyes opened to the bright dorm room, blinding her for a moment.
It was June 24. Not only was the end of the school year approaching, but it was finally the day of the third task.
Ophelia pulled her blanket off and stepped out of bed. Hermione must've already been down in the great hall, because the dorm room was quiet. Ophelia quickly slipped on clean, dark short shorts and one of Harry's grey t-shirts over her sports bra. She threw her hair into a high ponytail, the small baby hairs outlining her face perfectly.
She jogged down the common room stairs after putting on her perfume and brushing her teeth. The teachers had given them the day off, so most people in the common room were relaxing and laughing.
"Hey Dean, have you seen Harry?" Ophelia asked, leaning against the coach across from where Dean, Seamus and lavender Brown were sitting.
"At Hagrids before the task starts in an hour." Dean replied. "He told me to tell you he'll meet you in the great hall in a bit."
"Thank you." Ophelia replied, smiling at the three of them. Lavender smiled back and Dean and Seamus waved as Ophelia jogged out of the common room.
She walked quickly through the semi busy hallways until she reached the entrance to the great hall. There were many kids talking and laughing. They were clearly all talking about the final task.
Over at the Hufflepuff table, sat Cedric Diggory, surrounded by all of his friends. Ophelia walked over, smiling at many of the people she walked by. The only people who didn't smile were the Slytherins. Well, there were a few that did, but they clearly weren't friends of Draco Malfoy
"Diggory!" Ophelia shouted, walking over to the group of guys. Cedric chuckled and stood up before climbing off the table and looking at Ophelia.
Ophelia was friends with many of the hufflepuffs, considering she was close with Cedric. They all greeted her before taking off out of the great hall.
"Hey Granger." Cedric laughed, looking down at Ophelia. "What brings you here?"
"I wanted to say good luck." Ophelia said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You'll do great."
Cedric grinned and leaned back on the table behind him.
"Well thank you." Cedric spoke. "I'll try my best not to get myself killed."
Ophelia laughed at Cedrics joke.
"No but really, be safe please." Ophelia sighed.
"You know I'd never leave you." Cedric grinned.
Ophelia sighed once more before smiling at Cedric and looking towards the door. Harry was walking into the great hall with Hermione and Ron.
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"Good luck again." Ophelia said finally, before turning her body and walking towards the trio.
The three of them smiled at her as they all met up halfway at the gryffindor table. Harry sat down on the table and was bouncing his leg on the chair next to it.
"Harry you'll be alright." Hermione reassured, glancing at Harry.
Ron sat silently on the bench below Harry. He was staring up at Harry aswell, but he wasn't saying anything.
Harry stood up grabbing Ophelia's hand. Her breath was taken away when he pulled her away from the others and out of the great hall. She caught up with his pace and walked beside him until they reached an empty classroom; Harry pulled her inside and shut the door.
"What?" Ophelia asked, hopping to sit on the desk behind her.
"I heard Snape and Karkaroff talking. He had something on his arm." Harry explained quickly, pacing back and forth. "I think it was the dark mark."
Ophelia bit her lower lip.
"You think so?" She asked, looking up at Harry as he walked over to her and stood between her legs.
"There's something going on Ophelia. I just know it." Harry said finally, taking a deep breath. Ophelia took his hands and squeezed them lightly, making Harry look down at her.
Ophelia wasn't really sure what to say. Harry was evidently panicking and she had no words of reassurance whatsoever. He was a great wizard, but she told him that all the time.
"I'll help you figure it out. I promise I'll help in any way I can, but your task starts in 30 minutes and you have to go get ready." Ophelia sighed, looking up at Harry.
He leaned down and kissed her, making her bring her hand up to his neck. Harry brought his to her jawline aswell as they kissed for a long moment. He rubbed his thumb along her jawline as she ran her fingers through the back of his hair.
As they slowly pulled away, they both smiled.
"Ready?" Ophelia asked.
"Never." Harry chuckled, kissing Ophelia's temple and leaving the room with her at his side.
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As Ophelia filled in with the crowds, she met up with Hermione and Ron and took her seat. The quidditch pitch was full of large hedges, shaped evidently as a maze.
All the champions were standing just outside of it, all looking quite nervous. Each was talking to their headmaster, most likely going over the rules and giving tips.
"Ready champions?" The announcer spoke clearly, their voice echoing through the stadium.
When the cannon went out, first it was Harry and Cedric who got to go in. Shortly after was Viktor, and not long after that was Fleur. The second they all got into the maze, was the moment Ophelia's stomach dropped. She had a terrible feeling about this.
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She stared down at the maze, her head fogging. She couldn't even tell what was going on in the maze.
"Ophelia. Are you alright?" Ron whispered, leaning forward and looking at Ophelia. She snapped back into reality and nodded. Ron made an unsure face before rubbing Ophelia's back and leaning back in his seat again.
Ophelia stared at the middle of the maze where the goal was said to be, hoping that something would happen. Hoping sparks would fly up saying somebody won.
But those weren't the sparks that came up.
Nor were they in the middle of the maze.
Red sparks.
Ophelia clenched her fist tightly as a few ministry workers ran into the maze. She looked down at her fists; she had no idea why she was so worried. Harry would be fine.
But Ophelia never worried about anything. She was even more scared when Ron asked if she was alright, because that had never happened. Not since their Second year.
"Ophelia." Ron and Hermione said in unison.
Ophelia snapped her head up and looked at them both.
"You look pale." Hermione insisted.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Ron asked.
"Just miss Harry." Ophelia lied. Well, partially lied. She did miss Harry, she always did. But in this case she was worried about him. She had both her boyfriend and her bestfriend in there.
She convinced herself it would be fine. Harry and Cedric were brilliant.
After awhile, both Fleur and Viktor were brought out of the maze. Was that good or bad? Neither seemed to describe it.
It was just Cedric and Harry in the maze now. Correction, in the maze that nobody could see into.
Suddenly, the band started to play a loud tune. As they did, Ophelia saw a flash of light at the bottom, and there was Harry and Cedric. Everybody was cheering like crazy, Ophelia even smiled brightly. That was until she noticed something. She quickly shoved her way through the crowd and down to the bottom of the pitch, ignoring both Hermione and Ron's yelling. That's when Fleur screamed, and Ophelia's whole world became unbalanced.
"He's back! Voldemort's back." Harry exclaimed to dumbledore, who was trying to pull Harry from Cedrics limp body.
Ophelia rushed over, wrapping her arms around Harry once Dumbledore managed to get him off of Cedric. She pulled them a few feet away as Harry struggled in her arms.
She was staring blankly at Cedric. There he was in front of her, cold and motionless.
Harry buried his head into Ophelia's chest as he shook. Ophelia rubbed his back slowly. She was in disbelief.
They sat in the dirt motionless. Ophelia was in shock, disbelief and pain. Her bestfriend was dead in front of her, and whatever happened in that maze, Harry was bloodied up from it.
Ophelia's ears rang as quiet sobs and loud footsteps filled the quidditch pitch. She was speechless.
"You're safe now." Ophelia whispered, pressing her lips to Harry's head as he broke down in her arms.
She still comforted him, despite the fact she had just lost her bestfriend. The person who taught her many of the things she knew; the person who sat by her side when nobody except him and Harry would. He was the most caring and kind hearted person, and he was taken far too soon.
"I couldn't save him." Harry said in his shaky voice. He was trembling.
Ophelia held him tighter, rubbing his back gently.
She glanced up, seeing mad eye moody come towards them. Harry looked up aswell. The professor simply ushered them to get up and follow, which despite the circumstances, they did anyways.
All Ophelia could think as she walked next to Harry was, I can't believe he's really gone.
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As the professor talked to them, Ophelia and Harry glanced at each other. Something was wrong.
"You're not really mad eye moody." Ophelia said finally, noticing the slight transformation of his nose.
Harry stood silently, staring at him in disbelief. 'Mad eye Moody' chuckled.
"You put his name in the goblet!" Ophelia cried out, yanking her wand from her pocket. As she did, 'Moody' gripped his wand, wrapping his arm around Harry and putting it to his neck.
"You lower that wand girl." 'Moody' grinned. He jabbed his wand into Harry's neck more, making him clench his jaw. She watched in shock as what they thought to be Mad eye Moody slowly turned into Barty Crouch Jr.
Where were the teachers at this moment?
Ophelia glanced to Harry. He looked at her with sorrow. There was complete and evident pain in his eyes.
"Trust me?" Ophelia mouthed to Harry the second Barty glanced down at Harry.
Harry nodded, allowing Ophelia to quickly aim her wand at the small open area of Barty's chest and fire a stunning spell.
Before he could do anything, he was sent backwards into a locked chest. Harry quickly ran to Ophelia's side, just as Dumbledore and McGonagall stormed in.
"He's right there professor." Ophelia breathed, taking Harry's hand.
"Get to my office please." Dumbledore ordered, allowing Harry and Ophelia to exit the room.
How were they ever going to live?
Hey everyone.
Thank you so so sooo much for 24k reads that is INSANE. I love you all so much. This chapter isn't very descriptive but much more is coming. I hope you're all prepared;)
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