Triwizard Tournament - Blog Posts

"come on lily, dumbledore said they are coming!"

lily jumped on her feet and her breakfast almost fell off the table. how come peter knows something again and she doesn't? she hated not knowing things.

"who is coming?" she asked, trying to keep calm, though she wanted to take peter's head in her hands and shout why didn't i know???

" i though you knew about the tr-"

that's the moment when lily remembered about the triwizard tournament. mcgonagall told her that it's going to be this year in the summer holiday, when she met her at a café in london. but why this year? why in the time she was at school? and what if...she is gonna get picked?

lily tried to forget about her last thought. she concentrated on peter now. now that lily remembered about the tournament, she wanted to know more.

"durmstramg and beauxbatons?" she asked peter, now looking at him, tilting her head a bit.

"what?" he said, getting back on his feet.

"they're coming?"

"oh yea!" peter jumped." OH GOD LILY, WE NEED TO RUN, THEY'RE ALREADY HERE!"

"what? which of them?" lily asked, and her voice was a bit more of a shout, as everyone was running in the great hall, trying to get to the lake.

"I HAVE NO IDEA LILY, LET'S RUN!"

more coming soon on ao3, stay tuned!

The proper way to end a date

Harry and Neville are in similar positions, their both in gryffindor, both born in july, both 14, and both horrible at potions.

Another thing they have in common is unrealistic expectations. Nevilles’ gran wants him to marry a smart Pureblood girl and carry on the line of the noble and most ancient house of Longbottom.

everyone expects harry to be perfect and just like his parents, who he hasn't seen in 13 years.  Hes supposed to be strong, and smart and fearless and in love with a red head just like James Potter, they expect him to win the triwizard tournament but they also hate him for entering himself, and on top of that Its like everyone expects him to marry Ginny Weasley.

The problem with both these scenarios is that Neville and Harry like each other.

For the yule ball Harry and Neville don’t take each other, instead take female dates. Harry just before the last minute asks Pamad Patil a ravenclaw, to be his date; Ron finds out harry has a date and realises that he also needs a date and rudely but successfully asks Pavari, Padmas’ identical twin. Neville asks Ginny, and is shes more than happy to go as third years don’t have their own invitations to the ball.

Neville dances with Ginny and Harry sits with mopping with Ron. throughout the dance Ginny keeps maneuvering Neville around to be able to keep her eyes on harry, eventually Neville gets tired of it and he drops Ginnys’ arms, saying,”if you want to dance with someone else so bad, than just do it”. She huffs grumpy over being caught, as she starts to walk over to where harry and her brother were sitting, Neville walks in the opposite direction.

Harry and Ron are having just as much luck with their dates as Neville is after Ron in a fit of jealously told the twins that he’d much rather be with someone else than sitting at a table with them. After that the twins went and joined the crowed. He and Ron sit quietly, harry watching as his date is whisked off into dancing with someone else.

Hermione joins the boys looking flustered, “Viktors just gone to get us some drinks”,  Ron throws a fit hearing Hermione call “the enemy” by his first name. She storms off to meet Viktor halfway. “Shes mental” Ron says miffed, with the face of a man who knows hes lost the argument. Harry sighs and gets up, walking towards the doors.

When Ginny locates her brother and her future boyfriend, they are already walking off. She sighs and turns back to Neville but when she looks over her shoulder she can't find him. She looks among the crowd and finds him, a couple moves out of her way and she sees loony Lovegood taking his hand as she guides her to dance. She huffs again and walks towards the doors ready to go to sleep.

Neville spends the last few hours of the ball swaying softly to the music with Luna's head on his shoulder as they talk.

Later he walks up to the dorms quietly and everyone is already in their beds, with the curtains closed giving the illusion of sleeping teens. Neville knows better, he walks over to Harry's bed and whispers the password to his locked curtains, harry is in his bed sketching flowers out of his herbology textbook for homework due the next day. Neville turns towards his own bed and throws whats in his hands before turning back and offering Harry his hand.

Harry puts his books and pencil down before shuffling out of his blankets and taking Nevilles hand. They walk out into the open space and dance to the sound of the fire cracking and snow falling outside the tower window.

a light in the darkness

gn!reader x cedric diggory

words: 1126

summary: In an AU where Cedric survives the Triwizard tournament, but has trauma from it, y/n has to help him through a panic attack caused by his claustrophobia.

a/n: mentions what happened to Cedric in the maze in detail, mentions claustrophobia, and implied panic attack

Cedric would never be the same after the Triwizard Tournament.

Not everything had changed. He was still the same loyal and compassionate boy you’d always loved, but he would never be as carefree as he once was. Slowly, his hair had been growing out; nothing major, but just enough to cover his eyes. His sleep pattern was in a downward spiral too. Almost every night, he had grim nightmares about what happened during the tournament, and it caused him to fall asleep in his classes often. He confessed to you the terrifying memories he had from the maze. You could remember in great detail when he told you about the suffocating tunnels of ivy that surrounded him as he tried to move through the maze, making it almost impossible to breathe. The experience was suffocating. He was even more scared by the overgrown roots that wrapped around him and attempted to carry him away from the cup. He clawed at them, screaming in terror for help, but nothing he could do on his own would fight them off. Now, if he got his shoe caught on something as simple as his shoelace, it would make him turn ghostly pale, getting flashbacks to the moment he could’ve lost his life.

Despite what he went through, he kept exceptional grades and still had his friends. For him, maintaining his grades wasn’t a surprise. Not only were his professors very understanding, but studying was one of the few things he could do without ever having to think about what happened that day. He was much more surprised to discover that his friends still loved him, and that he was still as popular as always. He thought his friends would be disappointed in him, but like the incredible friends they were, they adored him just as much, and respected him for the hardship he went through. More than anything, he was glad you still loved him, even if he would never be exactly the same.

However, attention and popularity were no longer what made him feel whole. When people circled him to talk to him, it often scared him. After what happened in the maze, Cedric had intense claustrophobia, and even standing in a crowded room could set him off.

After every dark thing that happened, the only real thing he could find solace in was you, his beloved support system. You knew this, and made it a point to check on him daily, especially if he didn’t talk to you for a day. That’s how you knew when it was a dreadful day for him.

Today was different. Classes were over for the day, and you hadn’t seen him once. You thought maybe it was just a coincidence you didn’t see him in the halls, but when he didn’t show up to your shared History of Magic class, you grew worried. You’d asked around about him for what felt like hours, and eventually one of his friends told you they’d seen Cedric go to his dormitory.

You contemplated what could’ve happened as you entered the Hufflepuff common room. The smell of sweets wafted through the air, and the syrupy scent filled your nose. Usually, you loved to admire the soft yellow furniture and warm lighting, but today you went straight for the boys' dorm. You pushed open the ancient creaky oak door to Cedric’s dorm, and the scene felt all too familiar to you. Before the tournament, Cedric often invited you over, but that was becoming rare as time went on. You knew he still loved you, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to reach out to anyone, even just to chat.

You opened the door to find Cedric on the wood floor, sitting next to his bed, with his knees to his chest. You rushed over, quickly closed the door behind you, and sat with him.

For a while, he didn’t say anything, he just softly cried. His cheeks were red, and his breathing was shallow. His favorite gold Hufflepuff sweater had droplets of water across the front from his salty tears. You wanted to engulf him in your arms, but you knew he needed his space.

“I can’t believe what I did,” he finally said, breaking the silence. The tears in his throat were audible and heartbreaking. “A group of people tried talking to me, and I just snapped,” he’s barely able to choke out the words as he begins to sob into your shoulder.

“I know Ced, it’s okay,” you say as you brush your fingers through his soft overgrown honey hair.

“I just snapped,” he says between sobs. “They were all standing so close, and I couldn’t breathe, and all I could think about was that stupid maze.” The words leave his mouth in a quick spiral, and once they’re out he grabs you like if he doesn’t, you’ll vanish. “I shouted at them,” he says, sounding dejected. Even if those students never remembered it, he was too sweet not to blame himself.

“Cedric Diggory,” you say in a strong, but concerned tone, “no one is mad at you. The people here are considerate enough to understand what you went through, and if they can’t understand it, then maybe they deserve to be yelled at.” He doesn’t respond to you, but he holds on to you a little tighter, and presses his face into your neck. His warm, soft lips meet your skin and plant a small kiss on you, and you can feel his wet, tear-stained cheeks brush against you. “Why don’t we get you some food? You’ll feel much better,” you earnestly suggest. He moves away from your neck, keeping a firm grip on your body. Despite his disheveled appearance, he sends you a grin that makes you feel like the sun has just come out after a long winter. He nods his head in agreement and stands up with you. You watch as he fixes his hair, and changes his clothes to go down to the great hall with you. When his shirt is off, you see his sculpted, toned body, and you can’t help but giggle. He blushes, and a soft shade of pink takes over his face. He sends you a wink and quickly puts on another shirt. It seemed like Hufflepuff’s golden boy was making a return.

Once you’re out of the Hufflepuff common room he takes you by the hand and twirls you around, pulling you into him with a soft smile. Your hands connect, as if they were made to hold each other, and he traces his thumb in circles on your hand.

“You are the light of my life,” he whispers into your ear, and it’s like you can hear the smile in his voice.