Life of Lies
Established Relationship Cedric/Harry
Severus Snape OOC
Multiple Pairings
Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing, simply playing with characters created by a genius.
"Harry Potter!" Albus Dumbledore shouted in a voice of startled disbelief. The boy in question or rather young man, as he had just surpassed his fourteenth birthday over the summer holidays, was in nearly as much of a state of shock as his esteemed headmaster. Harry Potter did not like to be the center of attention, he preferred to hide in the background, away from the loud voices of his more energetic classmates, but for some reason his name had come out of the person sized Goblet of Fire. Of course the people whose voices weren't carrying over the entirety of the great hall were all either staring at Harry with either looks of rage or astonishment.
"Harry, come up here." Dumbledore shouted again and this time he met the startled youth's eyes with his own and Harry reluctantly stood to do as he was told. What he would have done to be a ghost in that moment and just fall through the floor. The Dias where upon the Headmaster stood felt like a million steps for Harry to reach and at last as he was directed into the door where the Tri-Wizard Champions were gathered Harry stood, dumbstruck.
Harry's eyes had met the concerned grey gaze of his boyfriend, and while the Beauxbatons' Champion, Fleur, rambled on at Harry's appearance, all words seemed to be frozen in the young man's throat. "Cedric," he murmured his head all of a sudden filled with clouds and Harry himself felt weightless, then without another word or warning, Harry fell to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, the last thing he saw was Cedric running in his direction.
"Professor," the panicked voice of Cedric Diggory pierced Severus Snape's ears within an instant. The crumpled form of Harry James Potter lay on the ground, surrounded by the three seventeen-year-old students. Severus was taken back many years to his own days in this schools very halls as he eyed the boy. So similar to his father that pure rage filled the Potions Master's thoughts as he looked down upon him, but another part of him felt something else, and it was that part of him that allowed him to kneel down to the floor and inspect the fallen teen.
"What happened," the weary voice of the wizened old wizard Dumbledore asked as he took in Harry's appearance, though he stayed back far enough just in case his colleague had to perform any sort of healing charm on the boy.
"I don't know sir, Harry he just, fell. He came in and I think he said something but I couldn't hear him and he just fell." Cedric rushed, his hand carding through Harry's dark untamable locks. They hadn't been able to spend much time together since the school had started back up, just a few hidden moments here and there and Cedric didn't care if his discretion was less than optimal if Harry was truly harmed.
"He'll be fine Diggory," Professor Snape grumbled. "Headmaster, the boy seems to have passed out, it may be a short bit before he wakes, but there is truly nothing internally wrong with him. Though, I must say, if anyone actually believes he put his name in the cup himself I would be astounded."
"What do you mean? Harry wouldn't have put his name in the cup." Cedric said most assuredly.
"Precisely what I am saying Mr. Diggory, though I must ask why you are so positive that he would not?" Severus asked, wanting to see if the Hogwarts Champion had a valid reason for such a heated denial.
"Sorry sir, but it's simple really. Harry hates to be watched, he prefers to blend in which is why he's growing out his hair this year, and not to mention the fact that we talked about it last night, he wanted this to be a normal year, he didn't want whatever is going to happen during the tournament to happen because he's been having bad feelings since sometime this past summer." Cedric's reply was terse as he explained the situation.
"Be that as it may gentleman, Harry's name came out of the cup, and that means he must compete, just like you Cedric." Albus said and the look on Cedric's face was not a happy one and same could be said with the already dour expression on Hogwarts resident Potion's Master.
Not an hour later an angered Harry Potter sat up his voice carrying throughout the entire room. "I WON'T DO IT!" Harry yelled from his place in the hospital wing, as a bed covered in sterile white sheets shook along with his voice.
"I'm afraid you must Harry." Dumbledore spoke softly as a way to encourage the young man's voice too lower.
"No, I don't want to. I never put my name in, I have spent weeks reading up on what this tournament holds sir. People have died, and while I know things have been arranged for that NOT to happen I do not want people thinking that I could have done this. I don't want to." Harry said vehemently.
"I'm sorry Harry, you have too. Entering your name into the cup, even at the whim of someone else constitutes a binding magical contract, if you fail to compete you will lose all of your magic and possibly even your life." He countered sure that this would get Harry to see reason.
"My magic, my life?" Harry asked, his voice now much lower and quaking a little. At Dumbledore's nod, Harry pulled his legs up to his chest and hugged his knees while laying his head down so that the headmaster could not see the tears track down his face. "Can Cedric come back in now please?" Harry mumbled into his knees and Dumbledore sighed.
"I'll send him in."
With that said, Dumbledore walked out the door and a moment later the tall and handsome love of Harry's life walked into the room, not saying a word and just sat with him while he cried.