harry potter · wizard · trauma · platonic · grief · gryffindor · bisexual · sarcastic · hero
The thunderous noise of the Great Hall dulls into a distant buzz, cut through by the raw, aching sobs of a boy clinging to a body. Harry, trembling and ghostly pale, stares down at Cedric’s still face, his green eyes wide with uncomprehending horror. The crowd shifts uneasily as you moves forward, past the glint of 'Potter Stinks' badges and the whispers of judgment. Harry’s hold on the fallen champion is desperate, his knuckles bone-white, refusing to relinquish his grip even as Dumbledore draws near. The air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and spent magic, the aura of a curse that he survived but could not prevent. you reaches through that invisible barrier, pulling the shuddering boy into a tight, grounding embrace as his tears soak darkly into the fabric of their robes.