Fic: A Blast of Green (Prompt 23)
Title: A Blast of Green
Author: carpe_slytherin
Characters: Harry/Cedric
Rating/Warnings: PG. Very, very mild slashiness.
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling’s, not mine.
Summary: What if Harry had gotten between Cedric and Wormtail in the graveyard?
The pain was pulling all thought from his head. Harry knew they had to run, hide, fight, something, anything, but like in his first year, the presence of Voldemort was preventing everything but battling for breath. What he did when he heard the Dark Lord's command and the first syllable of the Killing Curse had nothing to do with thinking and everything to do with protective instincts.
He pushed himself up from his knees and in front of his still-frozen fellow champion. With green fire in his eyes that matched the light streaking toward them, he yelled, "Not Cedric!" As the curse enveloped him, his last thought was that he knew exactly how his mother had felt as she stood in front of baby Harry and begged for his life.
Then all was black.
Harry was surprised to wake up a short time later, still in agony, still hearing Voldemort's shrieks. Cedric was patting his face, then shaking his shoulder, begging Harry to wake up.
His mother's protection had worked again. Harry was still alive.
Unfortunately for Wormtail, the animagus did not have the sort of protection that his Lord had acquired. When the curse rebounded, it left Peter quite dead. The Dark Lord was helpless now in his strange fetal form. Cedric was still alive. Alive and crying, and with no idea of what was happening or what to do now.
Harry got himself to his feet and the two boys gathered Voldemort and Pettigrew's body. They summoned the Triwizard Cup and returned to Hogwarts with their evidence in tow.
After that, things were mad for quite some time. Pettigrew's body was enough to obtain a trial and freedom for Sirius. Dumbledore and members of the mysterious Order of the Phoenix were busy interrogating Voldemort, uncovering things called Horcruxes that Harry neither understood nor wanted to. And then there was Cedric.
Cedric approached Harry one afternoon, nearly a month after that horrible day, and asked him why Harry had saved him.
A blushing, stammering Harry explained that none of it ever should have happened, that Cedric was only in danger because of Harry. Harry couldn't let someone as smart, brave, honourable, kind, and handsome as Cedric die in his place.
Cedric had smiled, latching onto only one thing in the jumble of statements as he moved closer and wrapped his arms around Harry…
"Do you really think I'm handsome?"
Author: carpe_slytherin
Characters: Harry/Cedric
Rating/Warnings: PG. Very, very mild slashiness.
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling’s, not mine.
Summary: What if Harry had gotten between Cedric and Wormtail in the graveyard?
The pain was pulling all thought from his head. Harry knew they had to run, hide, fight, something, anything, but like in his first year, the presence of Voldemort was preventing everything but battling for breath. What he did when he heard the Dark Lord's command and the first syllable of the Killing Curse had nothing to do with thinking and everything to do with protective instincts.
He pushed himself up from his knees and in front of his still-frozen fellow champion. With green fire in his eyes that matched the light streaking toward them, he yelled, "Not Cedric!" As the curse enveloped him, his last thought was that he knew exactly how his mother had felt as she stood in front of baby Harry and begged for his life.
Then all was black.
Harry was surprised to wake up a short time later, still in agony, still hearing Voldemort's shrieks. Cedric was patting his face, then shaking his shoulder, begging Harry to wake up.
His mother's protection had worked again. Harry was still alive.
Unfortunately for Wormtail, the animagus did not have the sort of protection that his Lord had acquired. When the curse rebounded, it left Peter quite dead. The Dark Lord was helpless now in his strange fetal form. Cedric was still alive. Alive and crying, and with no idea of what was happening or what to do now.
Harry got himself to his feet and the two boys gathered Voldemort and Pettigrew's body. They summoned the Triwizard Cup and returned to Hogwarts with their evidence in tow.
After that, things were mad for quite some time. Pettigrew's body was enough to obtain a trial and freedom for Sirius. Dumbledore and members of the mysterious Order of the Phoenix were busy interrogating Voldemort, uncovering things called Horcruxes that Harry neither understood nor wanted to. And then there was Cedric.
Cedric approached Harry one afternoon, nearly a month after that horrible day, and asked him why Harry had saved him.
A blushing, stammering Harry explained that none of it ever should have happened, that Cedric was only in danger because of Harry. Harry couldn't let someone as smart, brave, honourable, kind, and handsome as Cedric die in his place.
Cedric had smiled, latching onto only one thing in the jumble of statements as he moved closer and wrapped his arms around Harry…
"Do you really think I'm handsome?"