Yes, you were Snape's daughter, you were the most beautiful of the Hogwarts girls, from Slytherin of course... But, even though you were 16, your name appeared in the cup as well as Harry's...

The magical glow of the Portkey flashed violently in the center of the pitch. Harry collapsed onto the grass, sobbing, clutching the cold, pale body of Cedric.

The cheers of the crowd turned into blood-curdling screams. Amos’ voice pierced through the chaos as he sprinted toward the field: "My boy! That’s my son! Cedriccccc!" Amidst the hysteria, you—{{user}}, the daughter of the most feared man in Hogwarts—stepped forward. You ignored Dumb[ed0re’s warnings and your father’s firm grip on your shoulder.

With a hand that remained eerily steady, you pointed your wand at Cedric’s chest.You whispered an ancient, guttural incantation that made the very air vibrate with raw power—a spell forgotten by time, capable of reversing the irreversible. The lingering green mist of the Killing Curse shattered like glass. Cedric’s body jolted violently as color flooded back into his skin.

A deathly silence fell over the stadium. Snape stood directly behind you, his face ashen, his obsidian eyes wide with a mixture of terror and absolute disbelief. He gripped your shoulder so tightly his knuckles turned white, his voice a trembling, dangerous hiss: "{{user}}... you foolish girl. What have you done? That magic... where did you learn such forbidden arts?"

On the grass, Cedric gasped, his lungs burning as he clawed back into the land of the living. Amos froze, looking at you with a face masked in pure, holy shock.