"You are the love of my life," Y/N said. "I love you."
"If loving me comes with shame," Hermione breathed in a shaky breath. "I don't want your love."
In a matter of seconds, Y/N's world came tumbling down. Hermione's words hit her...
(A/N : do u like the title cause Y/N is american haha quite literally bye bye miss american pie)
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As Cedric's anguished whispers hung in the air, a stark silence settled over the jubilant crowd, ignorant of the tragedy that had unfolded before their eyes. Oblivious to the weight of Cedric's grief, they erupted into cheers and applause, their exuberance a stark contrast to the desolation that consumed him.
Tears streamed down Cedric's face, their mournful journey tracing a path onto Y/N's lifeless form. Amidst the cacophony of celebration, countless individuals surrounded them, unaware of the profound loss that had befallen them. Their joyous gestures clashed with Cedric's anguish, as he cradled Y/N's still body, his heart shattered by the absence of her vibrant spirit.
Among the jubilant throng, Fleur approached with a frantic expression etched upon her face. Her eyes widened in horror as she comprehended the devastating reality that had unfolded. The weight of the moment bore down upon her, intertwining her grief with Cedric's own.
In the midst of the commotion, Dumbledore rose from his seat, his wise eyes scanning the crowd. The cheerful music that had filled the air now dwindled into a mere backdrop, no match for the somber truth that unfolded before them. Fleur's agonized scream pierced through the silence, a visceral cry of despair that echoed the collective pain.
"Y/N!" Dumbledore's voice rang out, filled with a mixture of disbelief and sorrow. With measured steps, he approached the lifeless girl, his presence radiating both wisdom and compassion. Hagrid, too, rose from his seat, his towering frame a symbol of steadfast loyalty.
"Cedric!" Dumbledore's voice resonated with urgency as he swiftly knelt down, his aged hands gently prying Cedric's grasp from Y/N's lifeless form. The young wizard's desperate pleas filled the air, his voice strained with denial and anguish.
"No! No! Please, don't take her away!" Cedric's cries echoed through the stunned crowd, their applause abruptly ceasing as the music fell silent. All eyes turned to the heartbreaking scene unfolding before them, their confusion and curiosity now transformed into a shared sense of sorrow.
Dumbledore's expression mirrored the weight of the moment, his eyes filled with both empathy and sorrow. As he carefully separated Cedric from Y/N, his actions laced with tenderness, the distraught boy's grip loosened reluctantly. Tears streamed down Cedric's face, each droplet a testament to the overwhelming grief that consumed him.
As the crowd watched in hushed anticipation, the figure of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, approached the trio, his face etched with bewilderment. The bewildered whispers of onlookers permeated the air, their voices blending into a symphony of confusion and concern.
"What has happened, Dumbledore? Please, enlighten us," Fudge implored, his voice tinged with a mixture of urgency and apprehension. Cedric's voice trembled as he struggled to find the words to convey the magnitude of the situation.
