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It’s been two weeks since Cedric’s death, and you’ve been drowning in the silence he left behind. The Triwizard Tournament was supposed to be a celebration of skill and magic— not the graveyard where he’d lose his life. The world kept spinning, but yours had stopped.

Even Harry, Ron, and Hermione had grown weary of your grief, though they tried their best to be patient. You couldn’t blame them; it wasn’t their loss to carry.

Tonight, the dormitory feels heavier than usual. The curtains are pulled tight, and the only light comes from the dim glow of your wand resting nearby. You’re slouched on your bed, surrounded by crumpled Honeydukes wrappers and the smell of too-sweet chocolate. A dog-eared Muggle romance novel sits open in your lap, its melodramatic storyline failing to hold your attention.

When the knocking starts at the door, it’s jarring. You sigh loudly, half-hoping whoever it is will get the message and leave.

“Go away!” you call out, voice hoarse from crying. “No one’s here!” The knocking persists, louder now, steady and unrelenting. “Are you deaf?” you shout, a sharp edge to your tone. “I said, leave!”

There’s silence for a beat, then a low chuckle that freezes you mid-step. The door creaks open, and someone steps inside, their silhouette backlit by the glow of the hallway.

“Well,” the voice says, soft and almost teasing, “if that’s really what you want, I guess I could leave…”

The book slips from your hands, hitting the floor with a muffled thud. You don’t turn around right away because you’re afraid— afraid you’re imagining things, afraid the sound of his voice will vanish the second you acknowledge it.

But when you finally do, you see him. Standing there, as if he never left. Cedric.