Imagine, just for a moment, that when they take the portkey, instead of an Avada Kedavra, it’s a Stupefy that hits him. Or that the AK misses him by an inch, hits a grave instead, knocks him out for a second.
Imagine that everybody forgets about the Hufflepuff boy out cold on the floor, because they are so intent on resurrecting Voldemort. Peter forgets as he ties Harry to that statue. Voldemort forgets as he is dumped into a cauldron full of flesh and bone and blood. And every death eater that comes sooner or later, well, no one tells them about the boy either - there are more pressing concerns.
However, Harry doesn’t forget. Because Harry has been in that sort of situation since he was eleven. He’s used to looking out for others, by now. Hermione and the Troll, Ron on the chess game, Ginny in the Chamber, Sirius and Hagrid and even Buckbeak- Harry always looks out for everyone, and never forgets about anyone, even if they are not really his friends.
So while he stares in horror, while he’s powerless and sees his greatest foe come back to life, a tiny part of his mind is screaming at him to check on Cedric, to get them out of here. Both. Alive.
Now let’s say that the ceremony, and the Death Eater meeting after the resurrection takes time. Lots of it. Let’s say that Voldemort, being the drama queen he obviously is, takes his time, and enjoys every single second of attention he gets from his followers and that Potter brat.
Let’s say he takes enough time for Cedric to come back to consciousness.
He awakes, lying in the grass and dirt, surrounded by bits of stone, his head aching and confused. The cup is laying about, not too far from him, and he could take it to go back but- he’s a Hufflepuff. He’s loyal. He doesn’t forget either, and that’s why, even if he’s confused about why or how he’s here, he doesn’t take the cup and goes searching for Harry.
Now, the tournament is a vicious thing, isn’t it ? Who’s to say to poor confused Cedric that this is not one more, secret, task ?
So Cedric goes looking, wand in hand, ready to fight, because he’s a Hogwart champion - and really, a Graveyard ? That’s creepy. And because he’s on his guard, and he’s moving around silently, no one notices him creeping behind one of the graves. No one notices the Hufflepuff boy, his horrified expression, and his frantic gaze as he slowly understands that no, that wasn’t a task, and that wasn’t a dream either.
Maybe not even Harry, or maybe he does, but that’s not the important thing.
The important thing is that being in Hufflepuff doesn’t make you stupid at all. The important thing is that Cedric is a champion, and smart, and a quick thinker and a hard worker.
The important thing is that Cedric thinks fast, and casts an ‘Accio’ on the cup as he runs towards Harry while he duels Voldemort.
He breaks through the crowd of amazed and struck Death Eaters, catches Harry’s arm with one hand, and with Seeker reflexes, catches the cup with the other.
Cedric lives, and both Harry and him go back to Hogwarts, terrified, bloody, and flinching away from the sudden noise coming from the public. They both live, and thus no one notices that something is amiss immediately, no one sees their wild glances around - as if someone was still out to kill them. The public cheers, and sings the victory of both Hogwart’s champions, and they are suddenly hugged by their families - the Diggorys and Weasleys.
No one notices, and that’s why when the noise dies down, and someone casts a sonorus on them to ask them how they feel about that victory, everyone hears them say, in a still disbelieving and trembling voice.
Obviously, everyone is confused, but they start talking, a bit over each other really, but they are in shock - and they say he’s back, Voldemort’s back, and he took my blood, and we were in a graveyard, and I was knocked out, missed most of the ritual, but it was him, yeah, and there were Death Eaters, in a circle, torturing Harry, horrible, had to get away, he’s back, he’s back.
And that’s when the people notice their faces, the blood, Harry twitching fingers - cruciatus - and their wands still clenched in their fingers, as if ready to attack anyone on sight.
This time, though, Harry doesn’t get ushered away by fake-Moody - because Cedric still has a hand gripping his arm, and wont let go for the world. He tells Dumbledore, and their families, though, when the Headmaster asks them to talk “More calmly and clearly, please, young men” at the Infirmary. Barty Crouch Jr is still apprehended, and the real Moody discovered, and it puts their incredible tale in a new, horrific and real, light.
Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived.
Two witnesses of His return. One is Harry Potter, Hero and Saviour of the Wizarding world. The second is beloved Hufflepuff Prefect Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion. Even if people didn’t believe the first, they would believe the second, and vice versa.
Obviously, the ministry doesn’t take it well, but Amos Diggory and the Weasleys, and Dumbledore make a move together. Susan Bones helps her fellow Hufflepuff by contacting her aunt. Together, they get memory evidence - and they even agree on submitting to truth serum.
Because if Harry alone couldn’t do it - or had no idea he could - Cedric is there, and his father works at the Ministry, and he’s a seventh year. He knows more, and he has people ready to help him - and if he asks them, to help Harry Potter.
Sure, the ministry would try to get all this under the rug, but they couldn’t. Because Weasleys, and Diggorys, and Dumbledore, and Bones, and even Longbottom and soon every name that has a contact in Hogwarts - except some of the Death Eaters - are pushing for the truth to get out, and with a bit of blackmail, Rita helps - and this time, the Daily Prophet can’t repress all of them.
Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived, and how the war would have turned.
Alfonso “slams fist against wall when I hear that my friend was cheated on even though she had never actually touched said significant other because they were living in cages but how could he have done that to you I’ll kill him I swear I’ll make him pay” Sosa
You stand to the side, watching Banshee as he looks over the side of the satellite. He gulps, and you giggle a little bit. Turning to you, he gives you a shaky smile. “Hey, (y/n), if I survive this, maybe we can–”
Banshee’s cut off mid-sentence when Alex rolls his eyes and pushes him off the ledge. He screams loudly, and his sonic energy propels him upward and away from the sloping satellite. It worked. But Alex risked his life.
“Alex, what the hell?” you yell at him.
He feigns innocence. “What? It worked, didn’t it” He asks, winking at you.
You narrow your eyes at him. “I can’t believe you did that! You could’ve killed him! How could you be so-”
Alex cuts you off by pulling you close by your waist and kissing you quickly, effectively shutting you up. Once he pulls away, you’re stunned into shocked silence, and he smiles down at you. “I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t know he’d be fine.” He pauses for a moment, looking at the sky and considering his other reasons. “And he was getting on my nerves.”
You smirk up at him. “Are you jealous?”
Smiling, you kiss his cheek once before selling more comfortably into his arms. “Don’t be.”
You sighed as you stared at your phone. The most recent text you sent to your best friend – Jung-Kook – only to be unanswered later on.
Kookie… call me when you have time.
You had been best friends with Jung-Kook since elementary school, and into high school when he debuted with BTS when he was 15.
For the past year, BTS has been growing and growing with popularity. They had recently just one their first Daesang! And they’ve been extremely busy, limiting how much you could actually talk with him. It really killed you.
More than it probably would be if you just saw him as an older brother or best friend, but the fact was that you didn’t.
“There’s a dead human in our house!” “Oh, hey, how did you get here?” “Me? Hey- I didn’t do this.” “Explain what happened!” “I’ve never seen him before in my life!” “Why did you kill this person!” “I do not kill people- that is, that is my least favorite thing to do.” “Tell me exactly what you were doing before i got home.” “So I was upstairs, I was, ah,uh sitting in my room, reading a book, and this guy walked in…” “…So I went up to him, and I stabbed him thirty-seven ties in the chest!” “Dude, that kills people!” “Oh, wow, haha, I didn’t know that would kill him.” “How could you not know that it would kill him?!” “Yeah, I’m in the wrong here. I suck.” “What happened to his hands…? Why are they missing?” “I ah, kind of cooked them up… and ate them!” “Look, I was hungry, and when you crave for something, well,” “My stomach was making the rumblies…. that only ____ could satisfy.” “What is wrong with you?” “What on Earth was all that?!” “I’m not sure what you’re trying to say.” “You sunk an entire cruise ship!” “Are you sure that was me? I think I would’ve remembered doing something like that.” “I SAW you fire a harpoon into the captain’s face!” “That sounds dangerous.” “You were shoving children off the side of the ship!” “That must have been horrifying to watch.” “Then you started making out with the ice sculptures!” “Thank God the children were not there to see it.” “Why is the floor all red and sticky?” “Would you believe it’s not blood on the floor? That it’s strawberry milkshake? Melted gumdrops? Some of God’s Tears?” “Tell me the truth!” “It was the lovely elderly couple from room 2B.” “I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” “They were taking all the crescent rolls.” “I will not apologize for art.” “Where is everyone else?” “Whoa, you won the prize! I didn’t even notice that!” “Looking at the trajectory of the moon and sun, the rest of the people are probably at the bottom of the ocean. I put holes in the lifeboats.” “Okay, okay, I have a problem, I have a seriously problem.” “You are just terrible today.” “Shh, do you hear that? It’s the sound of forgiveness.” “That’s the sound of people drowning, you idiot.” “Ah yes, the sound of forgiveness: screaming and then silence.”
I don’t really mind that the Princess is in love with Soo-Won. That’s completely fine. I’ve known that for a very long time. What I really can’t forgive… The thing I can’t forgive the most… Soo-Won, on that day, before you killed King Il…
You gave her that hairpin.
I felt that you were a guy with such a broad outlook. Difference in position or tribe didn’t matter. You were able to see the world with fair, impartial eyes. In the future, even if I would no longer be able to walk beside you as your equal, that would be fine. Without looking back, only looking forward… I wanted for you to be king. And then my dream came true in the worst form possible.
Why? Why? Why?
Why, right after giving the Princess that hairpin, were you able to kill King Il? If the whole time you were plotting to kill him, how could you give that to her with a smile on your face? That day, when you saw the Princess with such a cheerful expression…
Did you not feel anything?
You said you like people. In other words, you’re not attached to anyone in particular. That person who I held so dear… You trampled over her entire world. I saw you, ready to murder the Princess, too, and—
I was struck with so much grief that I felt my heart shatter to pieces.
Preference: the death of your favorite fictional character
Sam totally understands that you are crying because that one special fictional character died. That this book is now ruined for you and that the tv show doesn’t make any sense anymore.
»How could they kill him off?«, you would sob into his chest. Sam gently rubs your back and asks you a lot of things about this special character.
What you loved about him. Why he deserved better.
You would cuddle in bed and eat ice cream while watching the characters best episodes or scenes in a movie.
Sam would read out loud the characters best parts in the book or the book series.
You would cry your eyes out and fall asleep on Sammy’s chest. And in the morning, he’d wait for you with pancakes and coffee.
Dean doesn’t understand it as good as Sam does but he still tries to comfort you.
He’d analyze the death of the favorite character and tell you, that he way he or her died was totally unnecessary and unrealistic.
Like you didn’t knew this already.
Dean would give you the best slice of his pie and make out an alternate ending for your favorite character.
An alternate ending where they didn’t die, no, they are send into your universe and would become a hunter like you, Sam and Dean himself. You’d laugh because of it. Dean knew how to cheer you up and make you feel much better.
The rest of the day you’d spend just imagine about your favorite character living in your world, meeting the king of hell Crowley or watching movies with you and your best Friend Charlie.
Cas does not understand at all. Like he does not understand most of the things that were important to you.
»(Y/N) why are you crying?«, he’d ask in a serious tone and lightly touch you on your shoulder.
You would have to explain to him why you are crying and that you were aware, that the character was fictional.
But Cas would still try and make you happy. He would tell you incredible bad jokes in enochian, so that you don’t even understand them in the first place.
The first thing Gabriel would do is laughing. He’d laugh at you but still would be kind of comforting.
»(Y/N)«, he’d say and smile at you with a wide grin on his face. »You know that I can easily zap you into that show and you can spend as much time with this character as you want.«
»You’d do that? For me?«, you would ask with big eyes. If Gabriel would do this for you, he would be the best angel in the world.
No the best angel in the entire universe.
And so you’d end up in your favorite tv series and save your favorite character from being killed off.
I want to thank the writers of Fable 3 for making a game that will always mean a lot to me, but at the same time, I hope they go to hECK FOR NOT LETTING ME CONVEY HOW MUCH I CARED FOR AND LOVED WALTER AND WANTED TO STAY BY HIS SIDE FOREVER AND ALWAYS AND LET HIM KNOW THAT I NEVER EVER CONSIDERED HIM A BURDEN AND THAT HE ALWAYS MADE ME SMILE, AND THAT WHEREVER HE WOULD GO I WOULD GLADLY FOLLOW, LIKE FRICK YOU GUYS FOR MAKING ME FEEL SO STRONGLY OVER ONE FUCKIGN CHARACTER I DID NOTHING TO DESERVE THIS HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME FEEL THESE THINGS AND THEN KILL HIM OFF LIKE WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK???
*It starts kind of sad but don’t worry, i don’t want to give anything away but there is a happy ending*
He was just killed. Shawn was killed. How could this ever happen? You loved him so much and would never be able to live without him. You woke up. It was just a nightmare. You sat there in your hotel room bed breathing deeply trying to calm yourself down. You decided that you should go find Shawn because he would be better at comforting you. You opened the room door and walked into the hallway. All the boys were probably in Nash’s room because that was where they usually hung out together so you decided to head there. You knocked on the door and were greeted by Cam. He asked you what was wrong and you said you needed Shawn. He guided you into the room and everything fell silent. All the guys were looking at you. Shawn came up to you and pulled you in close and squeezed you tight. After a while he asked what was wrong. You told him about your nightmare. He told the guys that you were both going to go back to your room. He kept you hugged against him with his arm around your waist. When you got back to the room, you both sat down on the bed and Shawn told you that your nightmare would never happen in real life. You told him that you knew it wouldn’t happen but it’s still scary. He told you that he knew it was scary but you needed to forget about it and not let it bug you. You nodded and hugged him again, burying your face in his chest. He held you tightly for what felt like the longest time in your life and finally pulling away he told you that you needed to get back to sleep. He layed down with you and you cuddled up beside him, falling asleep instantly to his gentle touch and amazing smell.
This Sunday was the second day of DOTW Chicago, and I was lucky enough to attend. After a number of dramatic airport antics, I finally arrived at the convention just before it began. I flew halfway across the country and I couldn’t be more excited for the day, even if I had been awake since Friday night. The only real goal was getting to talk to Tyler for a little bit, but along the way I made some friends and the day turned out all the better for it. The day began for me with Orny coming on stage and introducing Ian, but as this trip was mostly about Hoechlin for me I’ll leave the recaps of everything else for others.
The first big thing I did was attend Tyler’s Meet and Greet. The amazing darkenednights (Go check out her photo’s of the con!) was kind enough to sell me her ticket, and I couldn’t be more thankful. The whole day was the best ever, but this really was it’s core. Now I don’t know how much we’re actually allowed to say about it, so I won’t go into much detail about it. But he was so nice and made sure to involve and talk to everyone during it, and answered questions and smiled and was just so nice. At one point I asked him about the Dodger’s game, and he said it was amazing to be a part of, but that his brother had been teasing him about how he only hit two home runs, and when I said “but you were MVP” he said his brother reminded him he was only the co-MVP. I responded by putting my hand on my chest and saying “Well you’re the MVP in my heart” to which he just gave a really big ‘awh’ and said “that’s the one that matters.” He really is just the best guy like wow. While in there I met some super awesome people, such as switch842 / runningwithwolves42! It was pretty great. Everyone in there was amazing and it made it all so much fun.
Next up was his panel, which has been reported on in depth I’m sure. I didn’t get to ask him the question I wanted to, but a highlight has to be when someone asked him how he would survive in a zombie apocalypse. He decided he would want dragons (because who wouldn’t?), but when I yelled out asking what if they bite the dragon, he just said you’re done. It’s over, you’re dead. haha
Another just amazing part was when this little kid asked him what his favorite Beatles song was and he talked about rocking out in the car to the ‘na na’s at the end of Hey Jude. He was just so happy and perfect and it was great (also I crazy want to hear him car singing now haha)
The last two things were the photo ops and his signing! I had two photos, and told him at the Meet and Greet I had a plan for it, and he said he was looking forward to it as he left. When I got up to him in the line, he remembered that I had a plan and asked what it was. I had a bottle of coke in my hand. He hadn’t noticed it. I smiled and looked at him. “okay, Tyler?” “Yeah?” “I need to ask you the most important question I can ask someone.” “Okay..?” He looked a little worried. He didn’t know. Hadn’t realized yet. I drop to one knee. “Will you.. *presents the coke bottle with his name on it to him* Share a coke with me?” He died. He threw his head back laughing and clapped while saying “I will”. It was so great I was so excited. After he stopped laughing he grabbed the bottle a little and smiled down at me: PHOTO HERE. (the photographer took it just as his smile started to fade, which is a little sad but I still love the photo). I stood up and gave him the coke and he seemed surprised he got to keep it?? He’s so great oh my gosh. He put the coke to the side and was like “hug?” I thought he meant an actual hug. He meant a photo hug. I went for it. My head fell into his shoulder and He started to pose. I realized halfway through and turned my head awkwardly with my hand on his shoulder to look at the camera. He thought it was funny apparently, though, so that’s nice. PHOTO HERE I left after getting a real hug, and made my way upstairs to the autographs.
Now, I almost missed my autograph. Things were running a little slow and I had to catch my flight. I had been up since Friday night still. Starbucks had closed. I was so tired it was a mess. Eventually the wonderful Creation team bumped me to the front so I wouldn’t miss my flight, and I got to say goodbye to Tyler. He laughed and smiled when he saw my photo, and said he was sorry I had to leave so quickly (I told him why I got bumped up). But before he finished signing, I told him how much he meant to me and why. Basically I told him that he was the best, and my hero, and that he and Derek got me through a really really bad depressive/almost suicidal spot four years ago and have been helping me ever since. He got these really wide eyes (which is a sight to see even in my state truly) and an awed expression, and looked a little lost for words (he said “that’s amazing” or something similar at first) and then made for a high five before just getting up and walking around the table and giving me a huge hug (which was magical and I was almost crying because it was really hard to say and I was so tired and he was being so amazing and fantastic to me). I told him he was my hero again and that I had to go but just thank you so much for existing, and he got this really serious face and nodded as he sat down but then immediately smiled and told me he wanted me to come see him again soon (and I died inside). I smiled and nodded back but joked that the goal was he was going to be so famous that he wouldn’t do these anymore and I wouldn’t be able to afford it. He just smiled and waved at me and told me to have a safe flight. And then I was gone. I left the room and said goodbye to my new friends and got to the airport and cried for a long time because of how amazing he is and how much I wish I could talk to him again and how much I missed him already, and because I have no idea when I’ll get to see or talk to him again and it kills me.
So. That is my (very, extremely long) recap of my day at DOTW Chicago, and the part that was most important to me (for reasons that I hope were made clear). The take away should really just be that Creation Events are great, con friends are the greatest, and that Tyler Hoechlin is the best human being in the world, my favorite person, my hero, and now MVP of my heart. Nate out.