Harry stayed a few more minutes, then headed back. He didn’t feel brave. He didn’t feel ready.
They sat in silence for a long while. The lake lapped softly. Somewhere in the distance, a dragon roared — low, rumbling, like an earthquake with lungs. Harry Potter.4
Harry hesitated, then took the mug. The tea was sweet and strong. It tasted like someone’s kitchen — not a castle’s, not a feast’s. Just a kitchen. A normal one. Harry stayed a few more minutes, then headed back
He walked back toward the tent, leaving Harry alone under a scatter of cold stars. They sat in silence for a long while
Cedric sat down a few feet away. He didn’t offer false cheer. He just said, “I watched my mum burn a scone once. Whole kitchen went up. Dad used a Hose Charm for an hour. After that, dragons seemed slightly less terrifying.”