Harry Potter drabble - "The Spare"
The Spare
“Kill the spare!”
Maybe it was because of his Quidditch reflexes. Maybe it was because he was still tense from dodging obstacles in the maze. Maybe it was pure luck. All Cedric Diggory knew was that a voice had screeched the words “Avada Kedavra!” and that a flash of green light was flying towards him.
He could see everything and nothing in that one terrifying moment, and as his death swept towards him in a rush he could see his parents, his friends, his enemies, his very life crashing past him in a whirlwind of color and sound.
He ducked.
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