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The red flares. Those bloody red flares. As soon as he saw them erupting into the sky, he knew that something had gone terribly wrong, but when it was only Krum that was pulled from the maze and not Tammy, he had managed to relax ever so slightly. He was still on the edge of his seat, his eyes fixed on the maze. He could hear George speaking beside him, but whatever he was saying wasn’t important enough to break through his worry just then. Honestly, he could curse their past selves for wanting to enter this blasted competition themselves. He couldn’t imagine purposefully putting anyone through this stress now.
And then he saw her, kneeling over something on the ground in front of the grandstand. He couldn’t make out what the shape was, but as he took the stairs three at a time, that didn’t matter. But George had a hold of his upper arm as he reached the arena, holding him back from getting any closer for reasons he couldn’t understand.
People had been cheering when he’d left his seat and that had to mean that Tammy had won. Somehow she had defeated all odds and won a tournament meant for seventeen year olds when she herself was only fourteen.
They weren’t cheering now, he realised as he all but came crashing back down to earth. The stands were deafeningly silent now. It was so quiet that he no-one even dared breathe as his brain managed to figure out what it was that Tammy was bent over.
As if he needed further proof of what it was, a cry split the very air. “My boy!”
He didn't need to look around to know who the voice belonged to, and he felt George’s fingers tighten around his arm.
Cedric. Cedric’s body was there next to the girl who had his heart. He knew what it looked like but this was his Tammy. He tried to shake George off of him so that he could go to her, but before he could, she was being ushered away and out of their sight.
He watched her until she was out of sight, ignoring McGonagall who, along with the other teachers, was trying to get the students to go back up to the castle.