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Cedric was beyond hungry. He had lost track of how many days and nights he had spent in the cage. He’d tried to tell his parents, at first, that it was safer for them to let him have the potion rather than not. He’d been afraid, really afraid, that he might hurt them.

He wasn’t afraid of that anymore.

He’d been scared and angry and he’d tried ( Read more... )

Harry took to spending nearly all of his spare time in the Room of Requirement with Cedric. At least Cedric didn’t seem inclined to discuss what had happened after the Third Task, the way Ron and Hermione did. Or to avoid him, the way everyone else seemed to want to-either because they were respecting his grief over Cedric or because they were ( Read more... )

Harry fumbled into blurry wakefulness, the by-now-familiar smells of the infirmary ward reminding him of where he was. He felt hollow and heavy without being sure why.

There was a cry from a nearby room. That was what had woken him. Someone was upset. Someone… he tried to remember what had happened.

He sat up, wavering a little. The Dreamless ( Read more... )

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