"You are the love of my life," Y/N said. "I love you."
"If loving me comes with shame," Hermione breathed in a shaky breath. "I don't want your love."
In a matter of seconds, Y/N's world came tumbling down. Hermione's words hit her...
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TW : GRAPHIC (kind of idk)
The two champions grunted in unison as Y/N's grip faltered and the Triwizard Cup slipped out of her hands. As it tumbled to the ground, the scene before them shifted, and they found themselves in a new, unfamiliar landscape.
Y/N pushed herself up on her elbows, her gaze scanning the surroundings with a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity. A chill ran down her spine as her eyes landed on a row of tombstones, standing silently like sentinels in the vast expanse. She furrowed her eyebrows, the weight of the moment settling upon her.
Coughing slightly, she rose to her feet, the cool air filling her lungs. Cedric's concerned voice reached her ears, "You okay?" he asked, mirroring her own question. Y/N nodded in response, a determined glint in her eyes.
"Yeah. And you?" she replied, her voice filled with a sense of resilience. Cedric nodded, his expression reflecting both relief and determination.
Together, they surveyed their surroundings, searching for any clues that could shed light on their current predicament.
"Where are we?" Cedric voiced the question that lingered in their minds. Y/N shrugged, her gaze drifting across the eerie landscape. The answers remained elusive, the atmosphere thick with uncertainty.
As Y/N's eyes roamed, they settled on a particular tombstone beside her, its engraved letters catching her attention. Slowly, she stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest. The name etched on the weathered stone sent a shiver down her spine, and a mix of emotions washed over her.
"It's a Portkey," Cedric stated, his voice filled with a mixture of realization and excitement. His eyes sparkled as he gazed at the cup, a small smile tugging at his lips. Y/N's own eyes widened as the significance of Cedric's words sank in.
"The cup is a Portkey?" she repeated, seeking confirmation. Cedric nodded, his expression filled with a sense of wonder and anticipation. The revelation opened up a new realm of possibilities, offering them a way to navigate the unfamiliar terrain they found themselves in.
"Cedric, we have to get back to the cup. Now!" Y/N exclaimed, a surge of urgency propelling her forward. She swiftly closed the distance between them, her determination evident in her stride. Cedric, caught off guard by the sudden urgency, looked at Y/N with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and concern. The question hung in the air for a moment, their senses heightened by the eerie creaking noise that echoed in the distance.
Y/N's grip tightened on Cedric's arm as she sensed the imminent danger. Her eyes darted to the source of the sound, a sense of foreboding filling her. Without hesitation, she pulled Cedric away, her instincts driving her actions.
"What's wrong?" Cedric queried, his confusion evident in his voice. Y/N's breathless urgency left little room for explanation as she focused on navigating their way back to the cup, her determination propelling them forward.
