Ron
This was ridiculous. How could Dumbledore have allowed this? The Triwizard Tournament was stupid... it had taken lives before, screw those illusions of being 'safer'. The hour was up, and no one had returned from the lake. Not even Diggory. Why, why, did people have to be the things the champions 'cared about the most'? What if the spell wore off, and Ron woke up down there in the crushing dark waters of the lake, he'd be killed, surely!
I paced the beach of the Black Lake, glaring at the dark, unforgiving waters, daring them to release my kid brother. I glanced back at the spectators on the shore, and I saw Fleur Delacour, who had to leave her sister behind in the lake. I caught her eye and watched her face, sure that mine was a reflection of the anxiety written on hers. A gasp rose from the crowd and I whipped my head around, to see what had happened.
Cho Chang and Cedric Diggory were swimming toward the shore. I watched as Professor Sprout, head of Hufflepuff, pulled them both from the water, and watched them receive warm towels and potions from Madame Pomfrey. Then I turned my attention back to the lake.
I should have stepped in before they put Ron to sleep. I should have excused him from the competition. The worry-knot forming in my stomach couldn't agree more. Mum would hate me for killing Ron. Worse, I'd hate myself.
This was all my fault. If I hadn't – wait, there was another rise from the crowd. I splashed into the lake, but it was only Viktor Krum with Hermione Granger. At least she was safe. I could tell how much Ron liked her.
Ron, where are you? Ron used to look up to me. I used to read to him and Ginny. He was my favorite little brother, I had found the twins annoying and bothersome. But Ron had been different...
Suddenly a roar from the Gryffindor section of the crowd. It had to be...
I ran out into the lake again, not caring that I was soaking my robes in the ice-cold water. I grabbed Ron and pulled him into a hug.
"Percy, get off me!"
I steered him and the little Delacour girl to shore, while others helped Harry. Once we were on dry land again, grabbed two fluffy towels out of Madame Pomfrey's hands and wrapped them around Ron.
"Are you warm?"
"Perce...?"
"I'm just glad you're safe."
I should have stepped in before they put Ron to sleep.