Harry was shaking. Shaking like crazy. If it weren't for the corpse sitting right in front of him maybe he would be more calm. Harry was in the stadium. It was the very last challenge before the triwizard tournament would be over but Cedric hadn't made it.
There was screaming. There was panic. People didn't know what to do or how to handle it. Harry was crying and terrified. He couldn't understand anything. Exactly what had happened and how.
Dumbledore rushes in and grabbed Harry. He took him somewhere out of the crowd. Harry couldn't let go. He was so heartbroken.
"I couldn't save him." He cried
"Harry you can't do anything now."
Harry was sent to an empty classroom. Dumbledore was there.
"What happened Harry?" He spoke in a soft.
"Voldemort....... is back. He killed Cedric. HE KILLED CEDRIC."
"I know how much this is weighing on you....but Harry it's not your fault."
They didn't speak for a minute. Harry was really traumatized by what he saw. He couldn't look at Dumbledore in the eye. He was so ashamed. There was more silence until someone Knocked on the door. Dumbledore went to open it.
"Harry there's someone here to see you. I'll be back later."
Draco came in. Harry felt relief and grasped him into a hug. He started crying into Draco's shoulder.
"It's okay Harry. It's okay. I'm right here."
"I-I killed him Draco."
"Don't say that. Don't say that. You know it's not true. It's not your fault."
"He's back Draco. Voldemort is back."
Just by the sound of his name it made Draco's stomach turn.
"Don't worry about that right now okay. Just focus on me. It'll be okay. I promise."
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Later than evening Bart Crouch jr. was arrested. It had all been a set up and despite being told so many times Harry felt responsible. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen it. He felt so stupid and pathetic.
A funeral was held for Cedric. Harry couldn't remember a more depressing year a Hogwarts. He didn't go, he just couldn't. He stood in the empty hallway just listening in. He thought of Cedrics father, how much he was probably going through.
The year soon ended and everyone was sent home. The ministry called what happened in the tournament nothing but an accident which only made Harry angrier.
Harry went home to his aunt and uncles. Draco didn't hope to go home but he had received a letter saying his father had fallen ill so he had no choice.
"You'll write to me right?"
"Everyday if you want."
Harry smiled weakly.
"Harry."
"Yeah?"
"You need to cheer up. Nothing of this is your fault. You did everything you could to save him. It's not your fault."
Harry actually smiled this time.
"I believe in every word you say Draco. So I'll try to."
"Thank you."
"Will you be okay? You know with your dad and.... Voldemort."
Draco's smile faded.
"....I can take care of myself. I'll be okay."
