The only response Harry received for some time after that whisper was silence. How many people could say that they knew how they were going to be remembered after they died? Cedric did, and he couldn't help but feel...touched. Overwhelmed. He was painfully aware of everything: his death, the loss and pain that followed, and the brighter things. Support, solidarity. Oh, his death was still painful, but in the grand scheme of things? It wasn't so meaningless---he wasn't so meaningless---after all. Cedric pressed a hand against his chest, feeling his heart thud so furiously that he thought it might slip out.
When he finally looked up again, that hand found Harry's shoulder and squeezed for a moment. Cedric was smiling.
"You've got yourself a deal. And that includes one fair Quidditch match. I've heard the Sensoriums can draw everything up for us."
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The only response Harry received for some time after that whisper was silence. How many people could say that they knew how they were going to be remembered after they died? Cedric did, and he couldn't help but feel...touched. Overwhelmed. He was painfully aware of everything: his death, the loss and pain that followed, and the brighter things. Support, solidarity. Oh, his death was still painful, but in the grand scheme of things? It wasn't so meaningless---he wasn't so meaningless---after all. Cedric pressed a hand against his chest, feeling his heart thud so furiously that he thought it might slip out.
When he finally looked up again, that hand found Harry's shoulder and squeezed for a moment. Cedric was smiling.
"You've got yourself a deal. And that includes one fair Quidditch match. I've heard the Sensoriums can draw everything up for us."