Prologue
"Kill the spare!", Voldemort hissed.
Before Cedric could do something, Selene pushed him to the ground. The sickly green light of the killing curse struck her in her chest, and she fell.
"NO!" Cedric roared, crawling, scrambling to get close to her. The distance too much for him to understand.
"No, no, no, no, no", He murmured ignoring the scream of whatever had tried to attack her. He grabbed her hand rubbing it to bring some warmth back feeling for a pulse. She could not have died. She was the girl who lived. She jumped between the killing curse aimed at him. It was impossible, but she had survived this before. He rubbed her hand even more frantically, but he didn't feel any warmth.
Cedric woke up drenched in cold sweat. The dream was always too real, and it always ended right here. Sometimes Selene died, sometimes it was his mother, his father, himself. Two months of torture it had been. Collapsing in the graveyard. They had taken the cup together, his hand had been over hers. The vague flirtation felt so far away now. They were in a graveyard and You-know-who had tried to have him killed. He was live only because of Selene. Selene had been fast. Selene had stunned him. But he had seen. Lying there, left impotent with her curse he had seen her get hurt, groped and tortured. They had hurled slurs at her, laughed at her when she she was tortured by Voldemort. He had seen her glorious too. When the death eater had been sent to kill him again by Voldemort, she had intercepted the curse. She had borne it, and somehow survived again. She had brought him back, right from the very edge of death, then summoned the cup to get them back. It had taken them hours to explain what had happened. The Minister had not believed a word of what she had said. Scoffing at the gibberish about life debt and Peter Pettrigrew. Cedric had stood behind her. And Cedric will stand behind her again.
Selene Potter had saved his life. It was now hers.
a/n- I'm getting back into writing and a lot came to my mind recently.