When the body of Cedric was brought back, you felt as though your heart had stopped. Your breathing hitched in your throat and you could already feel the tears welling up in your eyes before you had time to try and stop them.
‘Ced?’ you whispered, leaning over the barrier to try and see better, hoping that what you assumed had happened was simply your pessimism shining through.
Behind you, the twins shared a significant look, Ron looking slightly irritated as someone stood in his way and Ginny grinning because she’d seen Harry. And then the realisation appeared to dawn on people. Whispers started trickling up the stands,.
‘It’s Diggory’s body!’
‘Is he dead?’
‘Did Potter do it?’
The cry of anguish from Amos made your blood run cold, and the tears ran down your face before you could stop them. A hand pressed lightly on your shoulder.
‘Hey, it’s OK,’ soothed Fred, but you could hear the lack of conviction behind his voice.
You tried rubbing the tears away, feeling more falling.
‘He’s… he’s gone, isn’t he?’ you asked, looking up at Fred.
He didn’t answer though, merely pulled you into a tight hug. You closed your eyes, trying desperately to remember the good things as worried whispers grew louder, and Dumbledore tried to take order. Fred lightly rubbed the back of your head, but you could feel yourself shaking with silent sobs now. He kissed the top of your head.
‘It’s gonna be all right,’ he said, trying to reassure you as best he could. But all you needed was him being there just now, and he was – for that you were grateful.
A/N: Gif credit goes to their respective owners, I just found them on Google.