"Harry Potter and the Gobbling of Fire"

Harry and Cedric stood panting in the maze, covered in mud, leaves and blood. Before them stood the Tri-Wizard Cup. The two exchanged significant glances.

"I think you're beautiful," smiled Cedric, placing a firm hand on Harry's shoulders.

"Stranger-chan… Why?"

"I can't say," smirked Cedric, "It's a secret."

Harry grinned, returning the gesture. "I used to watch Naruto when I was younger."

"Meeh. Never hung onto Naruto when I was younger."

"And Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh.. Do those count?" Harry asked, looking slightly concerned.

"Now you have my like. Here take this smile!"

Cedric flashed his pearly whites at Harry.

"I liked it but I was fairly young at the time. Hey thanks!" Harry replied.

He gestured towards the cup as if to say, 'let's both grab it together.' Cedric wordlessly agreed. The pair lunged forward together and grasped the cup.

The world swirled around the pair and they fell onto a grave.

The cup bounced downward, and the two groaned in pain.

Trying to get his bearings, Harry glanced upward. All around him he saw a littering of gravestones and a dark, cloaked figure approaching from the east.

"Good day to you stranger!" The cloaked figure said, drawing a wand from the shroud of his robe.

He pointed the robe at Cedric.

"Do gingers have souls?" The figure inquired.

"No," Harry said slowly and deliberately, "they aren't even people."

"I have no soul," came the reply.

"I eat the souls of babies," added Cedric, trying to seem intimidating. "Fun fact."

"But I'm not ginger," hissed the figure, his wand still pointed at Cedric.

Harry and Cedric looked at each other in a panic, beads of sweat rolling down their necks.

"Souls are overrated," hissed the figure, "They just cause trouble. So congrats."

Wordlessly he flicked his wand and a green jet erupted from the tip. It spurted forth, splattering upon contact with Cedric's face.

"No!" screamed Cedric.

"No!" screamed Harry.

"Yes!" ejaculated the stranger.

Cedric fell back wordlessly. His body was limp and his eyes went dark.

He was dead.

"No…" Harry exhaled quietly, barely a whisper from his lips.

"It was only a South Park joke."

Harry glared at the figure. "It's not about the joke. What are you playing at?"

The figure paused a moment before pointing his wand at Harry.

"Yellow is the colour." He flicked the wand, sending Harry hurtling back towards a gravestone, and pinning him against the statue of some long dead Muggle.

"Blue is the game." He twirled the wand, and the statue came alive. Its stony arms wrapped around Harry's chest keeping him pinned.

Harry stole a glance at the cup; it was lying a few yards beyond Cedric's body. Almost certainly beyond reach now.

The figure stepped forward, approaching Harry.

He pulled down his hood, revealing his face.

"Red's running down the walls," said Peter Pettigrew with a cruel smile.

Harry gasped.

"A/S/L?"

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