[Let the Right One In]
The sound of cheers hit Viktor first. They all sounded far too loud compared to the deathly silence that he had previously been wrapped in. It startled him into looking up, eyes catching the sunlight that caused him to squint.
It was strange seeing the sunlight at this time. He had believed it to be later because…
Viktor looked around for a hint of the body, or of whatever had pulled him out of that graveyard. It took him a moment more to realise that he had completed the Triwizard Tournament, but winning didn't matter when… when…
"Viktor. I told you that you'd be able to beat that golem, didn't I?"
Viktor blanched. That voice! He was certain he had just seen that body take the Killing Curse in his place! And a golem couldn't continue without the magic of the person it was imitating, and magic faded after death, so…
The tackle that Viktor caught Harry in was anything but calm. The other boy looked a little surprised, but took the boy's actions in his stride.
"I thought you'd died!" Viktor couldn't help the thickness that had managed to make its way into his voice.
"I'm sorry I had to do that to you, but for them to believe it, you had to too," Harry whispered into Viktor's ear.
"How?" Viktor asked, his voice shaking slightly.
"A simple switching charm I've been working on," Viktor could feel Harry shrug into the embrace. "It wasn't too difficult, and I'd tried it on the golem before."
Viktor momentarily wondered how often Harry had practiced that particular charm, and how many times he had made a fool out of himself during those times, but Viktor just held Harry tighter.
It was little more than a brush of their lips together, but the screams behind them rose in volume to thunderous levels. It seemed everyone had simply been waiting for this, for them, and Viktor couldn't bring himself to care about all the attention.
They pulled back minutely.
"Thank you, Viktor. I do believe I've let the right one in."