"Go Y/N!!!" Draco cheered from the crowds along with a few of his friends.

Y/N walked behind Harry and Dumbledore, entering the quidditch field that had been modified into a thick maze for the second task. He watched as the Beauxbaton students performed some kind of dance before spotting Hermione in the crowd.

Y/N ran through to the stairs while Dumbledore was getting ready to speak with her.

"Granger!" Y/N called out, stopping her in her tracks as she made her way to Ron.

"Y/N." She smiled at him before slowly embracing him into a hug.

Y/N's expression softened at the warm hug, squeezing her tightly before letting her go.

"My mother's here to watch you know?" Y/N grinned widely while speaking of his mother.

He pointed to the woman with half black and half blonde hair next to Draco, staring anxiously towards the middle of the field where the other champions stood, searching for her son.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yeah." Hermione matched Y/N's expression.

It wasn't often that he had that softest smile on his face. It was an expression she only showed to her and his mother.

"What about your father?"

"Apparently he was too busy with work. Mother said she tried to get him to come but, well. He's not here." Y/N frowned.

Hermione placed her hands on Y/N's cheeks forcing him to look into her eyes.

"Y/N! Come on!" Harry shouted, warning his friend that the 3rd task was about to begin.

"Coming!" Y/N shouted back.

Y/N embraced Hermione once more before placing a gentle kiss onto her head.

"If I win, you have to give me a kiss." Y/N smirked, pressing his forehead onto hers.

"And why should I do that?" She teased him with a playful smile.

"Who cares? I'm going to win." Y/N pecked at her cheek before cheekily running off to join Harry, ignoring Hermione's calls.

"Sonorus!" Dumbledore casted, amplifying his voice.

Y/N happily waved at his mother who's anxious expression quickly softened at the sight of him.

"Earlier today, Professor Moody placed a Triwizard Cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it's exact position. Now, as Mr. Malfoy..."

The crowds went wild with Draco and Narcissa standing up, applauding as hard as they could. Y/N shot a playful wink at Hermione who seemed to cheer the loudest.

"...and Mr. Potter..."

The Slytherin's all instantly sat down.

"...are tied for first position... they will be first to enter the maze, followed by Mr. Diggory... Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour. The first person to touch the cup will be the winner!"

Y/N and Harry made their ways towards different entrances but remained close to each other until the task begun.

"I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter. Should, at any point, a contestant wish to withdraw from the task... he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands. Contestants! Gather around. Quickly!"

They quickly jogged up towards Dumbledore who huddled them up.

"In the maze, you'll find no dragons or creatures of the deep." Dumbledore's voice was kept low, almost whispering.

"Instead, you'll face something even more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can. But be very wary, you could just lose yourselves along the way. Champions, prepare yourselves!"

They quickly made their ways towards the entrances once more.

"Race you to the cup, Potter." Y/N said, shaking his hand.

"Think you can beat me?" Harry smirked but Y/N could tell he was nervous.

"The only person I'd see myself ever losing to is Granger." Y/N chuckled before making his way towards his own entrance.

BOOM! The cannon went off, signaling Y/N and Harry to run into the maze. Y/N took a deep breath before running in. It was dark and eerie, misty and cold. He travelled through with his hand pressed to his chin, thinking of any way to find the cup.

"Accio Triwizard Cup!" Y/N casted to no avail.

"Yeah didn't think so." Y/N chuckled to himself before hearing Fleur scream loudly.

At first he thought of simply ignoring the scream. She could forfeit and Y/N would not waste time from finding the cup. But then he remembered how she had basically helped him during the Yule ball. He clicked his tongue before running off in the direction he heard her voice. A Slytherin does not forget those who have helped them.

"Incendio Tria!" Y/N casted at the hedge that blocked him from Fleur.

Blue flames shot out from his wand burning at the hedges only for it to grow back just as fast as it had burned down.

Y/N clicked his tongue once more before aiming his wand at the hedge, using one of the spells from his book instead to burn a hole the size of him. He quickly ran through it before it could regenerate to see Fleur being dragged away by some plants. He shot a few blue flames at them, causing them to retreat before kneeling down next to her.

"Are you okay?" Y/N questioned her in French as he searched for her wand.

Fleur weakly nodded, sitting up on the cold ground.

"Vermillious!" Y/N casted red sparks up into the sky with his own wand to signal for the Professors.

"Just wait here for them." Y/N instructed to which she weakly nodded once more.

"Y/N!" Harry yelled from behind him.

"Harry?" Y/N got up, turning to face the raven-haired boy who seemed to have gone through a lot.

"What happened?"

"Krum." Harry responded while panting.

Y/N only nodded slightly before taking off once more, this time deciding to work with Harry. They were running for a while until the hedges started closing in, forcing them to run as fast as they could.

"If I die to a plant, I'm seriously going to haunt Dumbledore!" Y/N cried out while sprinting.

They saw a light at the end, forcing themselves to make the final sprint, just making it out of the closing in hedges. 

"Y/N! It's the cup!" Harry yelled out as soon as he stood up.

"Race you!" Y/N shouted before sprinting off before Harry could even react.

"Y/N!" Harry called out to him, chasing after the boy.

The two were quickly stopped in their tracks when Krum appeared from a corner, aiming his wand at them. His eyes were gray and he didn't seem the same.

"Get down!" Cedric's voice yelled, forcing the two to drop down.

"Expelliarmus!"

He saved the two of them, causing Krum to fly backwards. Cedric quickly ran past the two younger boys before kicking Krum's wand away. Cedric angrily pulled out his own wand once again, trying to aim it at Krum when Harry ran at him, holding his arm down.

"He's bewitched!" Harry cried.

"Get off me!" Cedric threw him off.

Y/N took the opportunity to go for the cup while the two were arguing.

"Y/N!" Cedric yelled, chasing after him.

Harry took off too, fighting with Cedric and ripping each others clothes as they tried to race after him.

"You snooze you lose, Potter, Diggory!" Y/N yelled teasingly, taking light of the situation.

They ran through a tight hallway made by the hedges as vines tried to grab at them. They struggled through it for a while until Y/N heard Cedric and Harry's cries for help.

"Y/N!" They both cried in sync, clawing at the ground trying not to get pulled away.

Y/N looked between the cup and the two a few times. Y/N was no hero. He did what was good for himself, to make a name for himself. He began running towards the cup.

"Y/N!" Harry cried out.

But what if that was Hermione? Or Draco? Or his mother? Would he simply leave them behind like this? Harry was basically a brother to him already. Y/N clicked his tongue before running back, casting a few bolts of lightning at the vines that had entangled themselves onto Harry and Cedric before helping them up. The three of them shared no words, panting from the situation that they had just gotten in.

"Thanks." Cedric breathed out after a while of silence.

Harry went silent, giving Y/N a hug.

"Still not a hugger." Y/N managed to joke, but returned the hug nonetheless.

"Thanks for not leaving us behind." Harry muttered before letting him go.

"I was going to." Y/N admitted with a sigh.

"But I'm sure Granger would beat me up over it." He joked, making them chuckle.

The maze started moving once more, this time causing a strong breeze to fly past them.

"Go!" Cedric yelled, pushing the two boys in front of him.

They quickly ran off once more, trying not to get caught up in the wind.

"Take it, Y/N!" Harry yelled as soon as they reached the cup.

"You saved us, take it!" Cedric agreed, staring into the strong winds that quickly approached them.

"I've just had about enough of this, just take it together!" Y/N pulled both Harry's and Cedric's hands before putting all of their hands onto the cup.

They expected the cup to simply force the maze to disppear, signaling the end of the Triwizard Tournament but instead, they found themselves falling on top of a grassy area, dropping the cup as they impacted.

"My father better show up at the end of the stupid tournament." Y/N groaned, standing up and cracking his back.

He had hoped that winning the tournament would make his father proud enough to stop judging the circle of friends he had involved himself in.

"You two okay?" Cedric asked the younger boys, putting them ahead of themselves.

"Yeah. You?" Harry asked, helping him up as Y/N wandered around.

"Riddle..." Y/N read out a sign held by a grim reaper statue.

"Where are we?" Cedric questioned, looking around the area.

"This doesn't feel right." Y/N muttered, pulling out his wand and casting Lumos.

"I've been here before." Harry said worriedly, recalling his dreams.

Cedric wandered off from the two to look at the cup.

"It's a Portkey." He chuckled in amazement.

"Y/N, Harry. The cup is a Portkey."

Y/N inspected the area more, reading a tombstone.

"Tome Riddle. 1905-1943." Y/N read out to himself.

"I've been here before, in a dream." Harry said, ignoring Cedric's previous statement.

Y/N felt a sudden weight on his chest, feeling instantly that something was wrong.

"Harry." Y/N called out, pointing to the tombstone.

"We have to get back to the cup. Now!" Harry yelled in horror.

"What are you talking about?" Cedric questioned him, not understanding.

"Tom Rid-" Y/N was cut off by a door creaking.

Y/N saw a figure emerge from it. He squinted to try and recognize the figure only for Harry to start groaning in pain, falling down to the ground as a cauldron lit up.

"Harry!" Y/N yelled, dropping down next to his friend.

"Cedric the cup!"

Cedric still didn't understand, dropping down next to the two. Y/N looked up to see Peter Pettigrew holding something.

"What do you and your ugly baby want?!" Y/N yelled, holding onto Harry to support him while Cedric got up, defending the two younger boys.

"Who are you?!" Cedric questioned, aiming his wand at Peter.

"Kill the spare." The ugly baby croaked out.

"Ced-" Y/N tried to call out but was too late.

"Avada Kedavra!" Peter instantly casted, sending Cedric flying back.

"No! Cedric!" Harry cried out to his lifeless body.

Y/N fumbled around, trying to find his wand that he had dropped when he dropped down to help Harry.

"Crucio!" Peter casted at Y/N, making him fall to his knees, pain jolting from every part of his body.

"Y/N!" Harry yelled, watching his friend get tortured.

Peter laughed maniacally before casting a spell at Harry, forcing him to fly up and get held back by a statue.

"Do it! Now!" The ugly baby ordered him.

Peter dumped the baby into the cauldron before using his wand to drop multiple items into it with him.

"Bone... of the father... unwillingly given." Peter dropped an old bone into the cauldron.

"Flesh of the servant..." He brought out a knife before placing it on top of his hand.

"...willingly sacrificed." He cried in pain as he cut off his hand, dropping it into the cauldron.

Harry gulped as he watched Y/N, still being tortured on the ground, grunting in pain.

"And blood of the enemy..." Peter growled, staring at Harry.

"H-Harry!" Y/N managed to croak out through the pain as Peter brought the knife towards Harry.

He couldn't do anything against the Cruciatus Curse. Peter cut through Harry's arm, grabbing a sample of his blood.

"The Dark Lord shall rise..." Peter said, dropping the blood in.

Harry groaned out in more pain as the cauldron disappeared into flames, making the ugly baby grow in size in the air. He transformed into black smoke before turning into Voldemort. He rubbed at his bald head, happy to be back in human form, if you could even call that human. He laughed before walking towards Peter.

"My wand, Wormtail." Voldemort whispered in a cold eerie voice.

Peter politely handed him his wand.

"Hold out your arm."

"Master." Peter whimpered.

"Thank you, Master."

"The other arm, Wormtail!" Voldemort scolded before pointing his wand onto Peter's dark mark.

He used the mark to summon his subjects. Thunder roared through the air as the Death Eater's arrived one by one with a dark smoke.

"Welcome my friends." Voldemort greeted them.

"Thirteen years it's been, and yet... here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me. Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle!" He unmasked them one by one, making them fall to the ground.

"Y/N!" One of the masked Death Eater's called out upon noticing him writhing on the ground.

"Not even you... Lucius." He unmasked Y/N's father, making him fall to his knees.

"My lord, that's my son-" Lucius stared at Y/N in shock.

"I know that is your son." Voldemort glared at him.

"You loyalty was wavering... I simply had to punish you."

He waved his hand, signaling for Peter to stop the torturous curse, allowing Y/N to finally be free of it. Y/N gasped, panting on the floor as soon as the curse was ended.

"My Lord, had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts..." Lucius spat out, trying to defend himself and his son.

"There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers-"

"I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways." Lucius cut him off.

"Y/N." Harry whispered, struggling against the hold of the statue.

Y/N didn't hear him. He was in shock from being tortured and from seeing his father. Someone who he loved, was a Death Eater. It was no surprise, really. At leas, it shouldn't have been. But Y/N trusted his father. He wanted to trust his father.

"The face I have been obliged to present each day since your... absence..." Lucius continued, taking off his hood and standing up to Voldemort.

"...that is my true mask."

"Worry not... Lucius... I hate to spill the blood of our kind..." Voldemort explained.

Although he was the Dark Lord. He was only truly evil to those born unpure.

"I returned." Peter spoke up bravely.

He quickly cowered when Voldemort made his way over to him.

"Out of fear, not loyalty." Voldemort spat out.

"Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail."

Voldemort waved his wand, regenerating a new hand for Peter made out of a metal material. Voldemort made his way over to Cedric's dead body, poking him with his bare foot.

"Oh... such a handsome boy..."

"Don't touch him!" Harry spat, still struggling against the axe's hold.

"Harry. Oh, I'd almost forgotten you were here." Voldemort said sarcastically.

"Standing on the bones of my father. Yeah."

"Y/N." Lucius called out, dropping down to him.

Y/N was still shaken up from being tortured, wobbling as Lucius helped him stand.

"I'd introduce you... but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days." Voldemort said, looking up at Harry.

"The boy who lived."

Y/N was disappointed that his father was a Death Eater but could not speak out now. One wrong move and he'd be dead along with Harry.

"How lies have fed your legend, Harry." Voldemort growled.

"Shall I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? Yes, shall I." Voldemort walked away.

Y/N searched his brain for any possible spell that could save him and Harry. He knew he'd be safe due to his father but he couldn't leave Harry.

"It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son... she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed. I can touch you."

"Stay put, Y/N." Lucius warned his son who picked up his wand.

Voldemort brought his hand against Harry, pressing his finger onto Harry's forehead, making him scream in in pain as he laughed.

"Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?" Voldemort glared at him as he took his finger off.

"Pick up your wand, Potter." He let Harry go.

Y/N tried to go and help Harry but was held back by Lucius.

"For once in your life, listen to me." Lucius whispered harshly at him, holding his son tightly.

Y/N clicked his tongue, listening to his father.

"I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up!" Voldemort yelled at Harry who groaned in pain on the floor.

Harry scurried to his feet, searching the ground for his wand.

"You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes? First, we bow to each other." He bowed politely while Harry just stood there.

"Come on, now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he?"

"Harry just do it!" Y/N yelled from his father's side.

"Yes, yes. Harry. Do as little Y/N says." Voldemort said with amusement.

Harry still refused to bow to Voldemort. Voldemort took matters into his own hands, casting a spell at Harry to force him to bow.

"That's better. And now..."

Voldemort ran at Harry, casting a spell at him while he was forced to be bowed down. Y/N struggled against his father's hold once more, but was still weaker than him.

"Crucio!" Voldemort casted at Harry, making him feel the same torture Y/N did earlier.

"Harry!" Y/N yelled.

"See, now. If you had only listened and bowed!" Voldemort laughed.

"Crucio!" He ended the curse.

"Attaboy, Harry. Your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy Muggle mother." 

"Expelliar-" Harry tried to cast the spell at Voldemort only for him to block it easily, sending Harry flying back.

"I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter." Voldemort announced.

"I'm going to destroy you. After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers... Y/N will join my side along with his brother. After tonight, if they speak of you... they'll speak only of how you... begged for death. And I, being a merciful Lord... obliged. Get up!"

He waved his hand over Harry's face, forcing him to stand. Harry quickly got to his feet, running behind the tombstones.

"Don't you dare turn your back on me, Harry Potter!" Voldemort yelled, casting green bolts to fly at him.

"I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!"

Harry grunted before slowly walking over with his wand in his hand.

"Have it your way!" Harry spat.

"Expelliarmus!" "Avada Kedavra!" Harry and Voldemort casted at the same time, forcing their spells to clash.

They had a large power struggle while the Death Eater's watched. Y/N the moment as an opportunity to break out of his father's hold and run to Harry's side.

"Don't hurt him, he's my son!" Lucius yelled, stopping the other Death Eater's from hurting Y/N.

"Harry!" Y/N yelled, running up behind him.

The Death Eater's either didn't hear or didn't care and aimed their wands at Y/N. Y/N fired counter spells at each spark that flew towards him, holding the many Death Eater's off while Lucius tried to get them to stop.

Blue lights flew out of Voldemort, taking form of dead people. Cedric, Crouch and Harry's parents.

"Harry, when the connection is broken, you must get to the Portkey." James Potter instructed.

"We can linger for a moment to give you some time but only a moment. Do you understand?"

Lucius finally got the Death Eaters to stop, giving Y/N time to save himself. Y/N looked around for the Portkey, getting ready to run to it with Harry.

"Y/N, Harry." Cedric's ghost called out to him.

"Take my body back to my father, will you?"

Y/N gulped and nodded.

"Let go." Harry's mother instructed him.

"Sweetheart, you're ready."

Harry let go and ran off towards the Portkey with Y/N as the ghosts launched themselves at Voldemort.

"Ava-" Y/N started chanting, aiming his wand at Voldemort.

"Y/N! No!" Harry pulled him down towards Cedric's body before using Accio at the cup, teleporting them out of the graveyard.

The crowds began to cheer as soon as they arrived, not noticing Cedric's lifelessness. Harry cried, clinging onto Cedric's body as the music began to play.

"Harry." Y/N tried to pull Harry away from the body.

"Harry, they'll think you've killed him."

Fleur screamed upon realizing Cedric was dead. 

"Harry! Y/N!" Dumbledore called out to them, helping Y/N pull Harry off of him.

"No! No! No, don't!" Harry cried, hugging the lifeless body.

Even Y/N who had prided himself on his ability to hide his emotions felt remorse for the Hufflepuff champion.

"For god's sake, Dumbledore what has happened?!" Fudge exclaimed, running down to their side.

"He's back." Y/N spoke up, letting Harry grieve.

"Voldemort's back. He's gathered his Death Eaters."

Y/N refused to name them. He knew how broken his already wounded family would be if his father went to Azkaban.

"Cedric, he asked us to bring his body back. We couldn't leave him, not there." Harry said through sobs.

"It's alright, Harry. It's alright." Dumbledore tried to calm him, placing both hands on the sides of Harry's face.

"He's home. All three of you are."

"Keep everybody in their seats. A boy has just been killed." Fudge ordered the Professors.

Draco, Hermione and Narcissa tried to get to Y/N but were not allowed.

"The body must be moved, Dumbledore. There are too many people." Fudge said.

"Harry." Y/N tried desperately to pull him off.

"Let me through!" Mr. Diggory yelled, pushing through the crowds.

"That's my son!"

Y/N finally managed to pry Harry off of Cedric's body, allowing Mr. Diggory to mourn over his dead son.

"That's my boy!"

"This is not where you two want to be right now. Come on." Moody ushered the two away with Y/N pulling Harry away.

"Y/N!" Hermione yelled from the stands, looking through.

"Hermione!" Y/N shouted back, trying to go towards her but was pulled away by Moody.

Moody pulled them through the castle halls, leading them into a room they both had never been in before. He locked the door behind them as Y/N lead Harry over to a chair, letting him sit.

"Harry, your arm." Y/N took Harry's arm, inspecting the large slash through it.

"The cup was a Portkey." Harry spoke up as Moody walked towards them.

"Someone had bewitched it." 

"What was he like?" Moody questioned.

"Who?" Harry questioned, wiping his tears off.

"The Dark Lord." Moody answered, staring deeply into Harry's eyes.

Moody placed his hand onto Harry's arm, pressing his fingers into the cut making him groan in pain before walking away.

Y/N quickly reacted to Moody's aggressive response, standing defensively in front of Harry.

"What was it like to stand in his presence?"

"I don't know." Harry replied, wincing at the pain.

"It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams... into one of my nightmares."

"Harry..." Y/N eyed Moody who made suspicious movements in front of them.

They watched as he burst into a different room, searching through many vials.

"Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?" Moody questioned.

"We said nothing about a graveyard." Y/N glared, standing up.

Moody walked towards the door, staring at the two.

"'Marvelous creatures, dragons, aren't they?'" Moody imitated Hagrid.

"Did you think that miserable oaf would've led you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it?"

Y/N sat still processing the information as he dug through the many vials in the cupboards.

"Do you think Cedric Diggory would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself?!" He spat, throwing empty vials on the floor.

"Did you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder... could've provided you with Gillyweed if I hadn't give him the book that led him straight to it?!"

"It was you. You put our names into the Goblet of Fire!" Y/N pieced together.

"You bewitched Krum, but you..." Harry added.

"'But.. But...'" Moody mocked him, cutting him off.

"You won because I made it so, Potter. You were in there as a punishment to your father, Malfoy. You both ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done."

He clutched Harry's arm once more, pressing on the wound causing harm to Harry.

"The blood that runs through these veins runs within the Dark Lord."

"Get off him!" Y/N yelled, kicking Moody off of Harry.

"I knew we should've killed you..." Moody growled, groaning in pain as he stood up.

"Imagine how he will reward me when he learns... that I have silenced the great Harry Potter and the boy who would have betrayed him once and for all-"

"Expelliarmus!" Dumbledore burst through the doors, sending Moody flying back.

Dumbledore quickly held Moody by the throat, pointing his wand at him as Snape fed him a vial of Truth Serum.

"Do you know who I am?!" Dumbledore questioned him aggressively.

"Albus Dumbledore." Moody growled.

"Are you Alastor Moody? Are you?!" Dumbledore spat.

"No." Moody replied.

"Is he in this room?!" Dumbledore shouted, tightening his grip on him.

He looked towards a giant chest where Y/N and Harry stood behind.

"Harry, Y/N, get away from there!" He instructed making the two boys scurry around it.

McGonagall reached towards them, patting them on their backs before standing protectively in front of the two boys. Snape casted a spell at it, forcing it to open. They slowly made their way towards it, revealing a giant pitfall.

"You alright, Alastor?" Dumbledore yelled down it.

"I'm sorry, Albus." The real Moody replied.

"That's Moody. But then who's...?" Harry peeked down the chest.

"Polyjuice Potion." Snape sniffed the vial the fake Moody always drank out of.

"Now we know who's been stealing from your stores, Severus." Dumbledore said.

"Told you it wasn't us." Y/N mumbled.

"We'll get you up in a minute!" Dumbledore reassured Moody.

They turned to see the fake Moody slowly changing back.

"It's even uglier than the ugly baby from the graveyard..." Y/N made a face of disgust, staring at Moody transforming.

The transformation finally finished, revealing him to be none other than Crouch's son.

"Barty Crouch Jr." Y/N identified in shock.

McGonagall pointed her wand at his face, protecting Y/N when Crouch Jr. lunged at him.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He growled, revealing the ink black Dark Mark on his arm.

"Your arm, Harry." Dumbledore pulled Harry's bleeding arm, comparing it to Crouch Jr.'s.

"You know what this means, don't you?" Crouch Jr. smirked.

"He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned."

"I'm sorry sir, I couldn't help it." Harry cried out.

"No, I'm sorry I couldn't protect Harry." Y/N added, pissed at himself for being so defenseless against the Death Eater's and his father.

"Send an owl to Azkaban. I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner." Dumbledore ignored the two's words.

"I'll be welcomed back like a hero!" Crouch Jr. called out as Dumbledore lead the two boys away.

"Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes." Dumbledore replied before continuing.

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"Y/N!" Hermione yelled as Y/N finally left Dumbledore's office after being dragged in there with Harry.

"Granger." Y/N said with a soft smile.

Only she and his mother could bring out his soft side.

The two ran at each other, engulfing each other in a tight hug.

"I'm glad you're alright." Hermione muttered into his chest, holding him as tight as she could around the neck.

"Y/N..." Y/N's mother called out from behind Hermione, standing with Draco.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I couldn't hide it anymore." Draco apologized, staring at the floor.

"Mother I-" Y/N stuttered, refusing to let go of Hermione.

He noticed how his mother's hands trembled at her sides. Y/N let go of Hermione slowly watching as his mother walked towards him. He flinched, expecting her to hit him for being in a relationship with a Muggle-born but found her arms wrapped tightly around him. Y/N hugged her back tightly, feeling her tears run down his neck.

"My son..." Narcissa whimpered.

Her mind raced with thoughts of Cedric's dead body. It could've been Y/N.

The two separated after Narcissa regained her composure, standing back.

"I'm proud of you." Narcissa praised his son, looking to see the necklace she gave him back in their first year was still laying around his neck.

"Thank you, mother." Y/N smiled softly at her.

She then turned towards Hermione who stood her ground, staring at her.

"Mother, I love her." Y/N said proudly, ready to defend Hermione from any harsh words his mother might throw at her.

Instead of speaking, Narcissa raised her hand towards Hermione, signaling for a handshake.

"My love for my son is far greater than any hate towards Mudbl- Muggle-born's." Narcissa swallowed her pride for Y/N, shaking Hermione's hand.

Draco sighed in relief. Though he hated Hermione. He wanted his brother to be happy.

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"Today, we acknowledge... a really terrible loss." Dumbledore announced in front of the many students.

"Cedric Diggory was, as you all know... exceptionally hard-working... infinitely fair-minded... and, most importantly... a fierce, fierce friend." He got up from his seat.

"Now, I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died... You see... Cedric Diggory was murdered... by Lord Voldemort."

Even the Slytherin students couldn't smirk at the news of Voldemort. They all had sullen looks, forcing their eyes to gaze down at their feet.

"The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory. Now, the pain... we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me... and reminds us... that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues... our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events... the bonds of friendship we've made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that... and we'll celebrate a boy who was... kind and honest... and brave and true, right to the very end."

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"Will you be coming home with me at the end of this year, Y/N?" Draco questioned as he walked the brothers walked through the crowding students at the courtyard.

Y/N stayed quiet, searching for his friends in the crowds as he and Draco walked through the less crowded paths. It was the day the Beauxbaton's and Durmstrang students were leaving.

"My home has the most beautiful eyes, a smile that knocks me straight off my feet. My home loves romance novels and is very aggressive." Y/N chuckled after spotting Hermione in the crowd, speaking to her female friends.

"You couldn't have just said 'no' or 'I'm staying over at the Granger's'?" Draco groaned, shoving Y/N slightly.

Y/N chuckled at his brother before shoving him back as well.

"You'll understand when you truly fall in love." Y/N grinned.

Draco faked a gag before walking off with his own friends as Harry and Ron arrived. Y/N watched as Krum came up behind Hermione, whispering something into her ear and handing her a note before blowing a kiss. Hermione smiled before spotting the boys, walking over to them.

"Uh oh." Harry giggled upon seeing Y/N's smile drop.

"A blown kiss huh?" Y/N rolled his eyes as Hermione swung around the pillar he leaned against, ending up right in front of him.

"Jealous, Malfoy?" Hermione teased her boyfriend, looking up at him with a cheeky grin.

"N-No." Y/N crossed his arms and looked away to hide his blush.

"You big baby." Hermione laughed, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"I am not a baby!" Y/N argued, turning his head to face her just to find that her face was only a few centimeters away from hers.

"Really? Because I seem to remember Draco calling you his 'baby brother' a few times." Hermione smirked, touching her forehead onto Y/N's.

"Shut up." Y/N mumbled, staring at her lips.

"I don't think I wil-" Y/N cut Hermione off by pressing his lips onto hers, wrapping his arm around her back to deepen the kiss.

"Gross." Ron groaned as the two parted.

"I think you're just jealous." Y/N poked his tongue out at Ron, hugging Hermione around the waist as she faced the other two.

"I agree." Hermione chuckled at the red-haired boy.

Y/N smiled gently at Hermione. She had her hair done the way he loved it. In a messy bun.

"Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?" Ron switched the subject.

"No." The other three all said in sync with a small laugh.

"Honestly, if I get dragged into one of your shenanigans, I don't think I'd make it." Y/N sighed, using Hermione's shoulder as a chin rest. 

"What's life without a few dragons?" Ron teased, patting Y/N on the shoulder. 

Ron and Harry began to walk off. Y/N also let go of Hermione's waist, grabbing her hand instead. He began to walk but Hermione didn't budge, forcing all three boys to stare at her.

"Everything's going to change now, isn't it?" Hermione managed to utter out, refusing to make eye contact with any of them.

Harry walked up to her as Y/N interlocked his fingers with hers.

"Yes." Harry answered, patting her on the shoulder comfortingly.

"But you know what, Hermione." Y/N spoke up, pulling her other hand with his free one to force her to look at him.

"What?" Hermione questioned, staring into his icy eyes.

"My love for you will never change." Y/N smiled, pressing another kiss onto her lips.

"You're so cheesy." She chuckled, leaning into his chest.

"I love you."

She took a deep breath before finally walked off with the three boys.

"Promise you'll write to us this summer. Both of you." Hermione said to Harry and Ron.

"I won't. You know I won't." Ron scoffed.

Hermione sighed before turning to Harry.

"Harry will, won't you?" She questioned the raven-haired boy.

"Yeah. Every week." Harry said sarcastically, making Hermione roll her eyes.

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A/N: Fun fact. I have a Spotify playlist for Y/N and Hermione in this book.

Another Year has finally ended WOOOOOOOOO

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