The crowd erupted into cheers, my friend and I included as we stood up, clapping and shouting. Harry and Cedric were back with the cup but pretty quickly, I discovered that something was wrong.
Cedric was lying on his back, staring at the sky and Harry was crying, thrown over the body that wasn’t moving.
“Stop.” I spoke, nudging George with my elbow. He looked at me and I grabbed his wrist to force him to stop clapping. “Cedric’s not moving.”
George looked out at the arena again and slowly te crowd got quiet as they realized something had happened.
“Harry! Harry!” Dumbledore shouted, approaching the middle where Harry and Cedric were. The air was now so quiet that you could clearly hear Harry cry.
My hands went up to my face, hiding my nose and mouth while I watched the scene. Dumbledore tried pulling Harry away but he stayed, crying loudly.
“Tell me what happened!” Dumbledore demanded and Harry looked up, looking more broken than I had ever seen a person.
“He’s back, he’s back! Voldemort’s back!” Harry yelled and immediately my heart dropped while I stumbled backwards, my legs hitting the bench while caused me to fall onto my behind, now sitting down instead of standing. George looked at me, his hand resting on my shoulder to try and comfort me while we watched the arena. “Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn’t leave him, not there.”
“It’s alright Harry.” I heard Dumbledore say as Fudge entered the arena. “It’s alright. He’s home. You both are.”
“Keep everyone in their seats!” Fudge shouted. “A boy has just been killed. The body must be moved, Dumbledore, there are... too many people.”
By now, I was breathing heavily. All I could think about was Voldemort being back. The man who killed my father.
“Let me through!” Amos, Cedric’s father shouted. “That’s my son! My boy!”
“Liz.” George whispered, leaning down to look at me. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”
He gently grabbed my arm, guiding me up and in a moment, we had transferred from the arena to our common room. I plumped onto the sofa and neither of us said anything.
As I pulled my legs up onto the sofa, staring at the fireplace at the same time, George sat down next to me with a sigh. He leaned his head back, running both hands over his face and I turned to look at him.
“He was dead.” I whispered. “I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I, honestly.” He replied, staring at the ceiling for a moment before looking at me. “Are
“I’m scared.” I admitted. “He killed my father fourteen years ago and then he died about ten months later. He’s not supposed to be back— and he killed Cedric. Cedric’s dead. I can’t—”
As I broke into tears, George sat up straight and pulled me in for a hug, hiding his face in the crook of my neck while I tightly wrapped my arms around his shoulders, closing my eyes while letting the tears control the reins.
“He is never going to be able to reach you, are you listening?” George asked. “I won’t allow it. I don’t care what it takes. If he tries to seek you out, he will regret it. If he messes with you, he messes with the entire Weasley family.”
“I love you so much.” I sobbed, hugging him tighter. “I love you too, darling.” He whispered. “So much.”
I couldn’t explain what I was feeling right now. Confusion? Anger? Scared? I’d never actually thought he’d be back and alive. Knowing he was dead was one of the reasons I wasn’t crying over my dads death every night. My dad’s murderer was dead but now he’s not and that’s scary as hell. Especially if he decides to come after mum and me.
“You’re going to be okay.” George whispered. “Everything’s alright. I’m right here.”
I pulled away and looked at him. He raised his hands to my face, cupping it while wiping away the tears with his thumbs.
After looking at his beautiful brown eyes for an moment, I leaned in, my nose touching his cheek as I pressed my lips to his.
Tonight was horrible. Cedric died and the dark lord is back. Now I just wanted this year to end so I could come back and finish my last school year. Hopefully that would be a better year than this.