[Fic Harry Potter] [CD/HP+EC/HP] The night are so kind (Yaoi)

Pairing : Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter + Edward Cullen/Harry Potter

Rate : PG-13

Note : 

For this short fic Wright has already converted it into a long fic. For anyone who wants to follow this story further. You can click the link below. Then let's warp.

[Fic Twilight x Harry Potter] Beside me (EC/HP CD/HP) - Yaoi

Ps.

He got inspiration from his heart from this picture.

Note:

For this short fic Wright has already converted it into a long fic. For anyone who wants to follow this story further. You can click the link below. Then let's warp.

[Fic Twilight x Harry Potter] Beside me (EC/HP CD/HP) - Yaoi

“Avada Kedav-ra!” A shrill voice spoke out as a bright green light lingered in his eyes. He was terrified and in excruciating pain that he had never felt before in his life. It was painful, as if the body was about to break into pieces.

The young man's body was spread out on the floor. The gray eyes were wide and expressionless. It reflected nothing but emptiness. The young man died in front of him.

He gripped the young man's body tightly. He will never let go. He was too afraid of sinking into the void if he were to let go and wander alone in this endless darkness. He had no strength to stand up or even move his body.

However, his hands gripped the young man's body even more tightly. He felt something pulling him away from the young man's body. Even his body was too tired to resist it. But he still refused to let go.

A cloud of gray smoke gradually revealed the shadow of a young man in front of him.

“Hold on tight, Harry,” the voice still echoed in his head.

"Harry..." His voice was barely a whisper. “Can you take my body back with you? Take my body back to my parents.”

Yes, he wouldn't let go...ever.

“Don't kill Cedric! Don't kill Drik! NO!!!” Harry called out with a groan. Before being startled, he woke up with his eyes wide open.

Harry felt a chill that chilled to his bones. But the scar on his forehead was so hot it almost burned him to ashes. On his sweet face, small beads of sweat appeared. Two thin hands gripped the blanket so tightly that they almost tore it into pieces. Emerald green eyes were trembling and bloodshot. Clear tears filled his eyes and almost overflowed.

He went back there again. He dreamed of returning to that graveyard again. along with someone's soulless body

“Cedric,” a trembling voice came out like a hoarse whisper as tears couldn't stop falling down her soft cheeks.

Harry looked down at his palm, it was blurry, but he could still feel and feel the touch of Cedric's cold body. Everything is stored in every particle of his memory. It was such torture that I reluctantly had to bear this feeling every time I opened my eyes. The guilt, sorrow, and agony of losing Cedric before his eyes as he could only look on.

Harry blamed Cedric's death on him. He was the one who told Cedric to take the trophy with him. He was the one who took Cedric to Voldemort. Because he is the only one Even though no one blames or blames him for his fault. But he knows all too well. what it is It's because of him...because of him all along.

“I'm sorry,” Harry muttered softly as he looked at his hand where Cedric's touch still remained, hoping it would reach Cedric soon.

Harry turned onto Magnolia Crescent and headed towards the playground.

Harry tried to think of something else that would make him forget about Cedric. At least it would be good to stop thinking about it when you wake up. But still, a feeling of hopelessness surrounded him. It's getting more and more every day. He lost faith in everything. And these feelings became even more overwhelming when he felt that

He is barred from anything but the world of magic. No one sent him any news. Even though he glanced at the front page of the Daily Prophet before throwing it away, He is not sure whether printed leather is still necessary for him or not.

Harry felt like he was alone in a big, wide world. It's so lonely and empty. He looked up at the clouds floating in the bright sky. It was a very beautiful picture. But he could not experience this beauty with a feeling of complete exhaustion like this.

Harry Potter may have been completely abandoned from his world. To have to live alone on a cruel night, having to go back to that cemetery every time I have a nightmare. He had to watch Cedric die time and time again. Cedric's entire being was engraved in his soul. He could see the young man's bright smiling face every time he closed his eyes.

Cedric's touch on his hand was the only thing that could help fill the void in his heart. It may not be so much that it overflows. But it was enough to make him feel like he wasn't alone.

Harry had tried to forget and stop thinking about the events at the graveyard that day. He didn't want to drown in the painful feelings of that day again. But it seems to be in vain. He couldn't get the image of Cedric's death out of his head. The more he tried, the more The more he remembered it, the more he ingrained it into his heart.

Harry sat on the swing for a long time before looking up at the blurry light poles on the street. The light from the lamppost was enough that Harry could see a shadow of a person. Even though he was so far away from the man that he couldn't see clearly, But deep down, Harry felt something familiar. He thought he knew the man well.

It was not yet time for the brain to think about it. Harry's feet walked firmly towards the man. But the closer you walked, The man's figure became further and further away from him. Harry decided to move faster and faster towards the man. And when he felt himself getting close enough to be able to touch that body So he stretched out his hand before everything faded away.

Everything was like a dream in my head that disappeared when I opened my eyes and woke up. But deep down Harry felt it was true. He wasn't dreaming. So he tried to look around to find that man. But when I try to explore and look around, He didn't see anything. Everything returned to normal.

Except for the large cup that was placed near his legs. It looked like a goblet of fire. It was a large, roughly carved cup decorated with beautiful gems. But there was no bluish-white flame rising from the rim of the cup. It looked so ancient that Harry didn't expect to see anything so ancient.

Harry hesitated for a moment as to what he should do. Deep down, he didn't want to reach out and touch it. Judging from the last time he captured the trophy and sent him to that graveyard. It didn't make sense to send himself to a place like that a second time. This reason alone was enough to make him easily turn around and leave.

But even so, there was a feeling in some part of his heart that he was crying out for this big cup. The image of that man that had faded just now was causing something in his heart to go crazy. He felt that this cup was the answer to his life. He wasn't sure why he thought that. But this strange feeling of longing was taking over him. Until finally, he willingly reached out and touched the rim of the cup.

Everything Harry had ever seen disappeared. He was floating in an empty place as far as the eye could see. There was nothing here except a white surface covering the entire area and his figure floating along with a large old cup. Even though it may seem empty, he doesn't feel alone. He couldn't deduce whether this feeling was positive or negative. It was like he was feeling emotionless.

Harry wasn't sure how long he had been floating around in this place. His senses of perception were muted here. But then suddenly a light flashed into his eyes. It was so bright that he had to close his eyes for a moment before opening them to look again.

Harry felt as if he had been transported to a place he didn't know. He was standing under the cloudy clouds. A gloom and darkness enveloped everywhere in this dark jungle.

Even though he was still confused and dazed, it would be unreasonable to have him sit and wait for someone's help. Which he knows he doesn't have. Harry decided to walk down a small, mostly flat path. The entire walkway is filled with moist ferns and moss nets. He walked until he stepped off the last fern into a field of flowers decorated with all kinds of colorful flowers. He continued to walk past the soft grass until he saw the thick trees at the edge of the field and a young man standing in the shade.

Harry cautiously stepped towards the man's figure. But the closer he got, the more he saw was about to drive him crazy. His body began to tremble uncontrollably. His eyes were filled with tears. Some hands clenched tightly. and a heart that is crying out like crazy He walked closer and stood a few steps away from the man.

A young man with messy copper hair, dark eyes, a nose, and every part of his features were sharp and flawless. His face was as beautiful as anything human. His skin was white and smooth like a marble sculpture. Tough muscles hidden under thin clothing. Even though the young man in front of him was as flawless as an angel and could not attract Harry's attention at all. Except for the sharp face that Harry was so familiar with.

Harry slowly reached out his hand and touched the young man's flawless face, ignoring the executioner's gaze on him. His fingers trembled. He brushed his fingertips against the young man's cheek, sparkling as if thousands of diamonds were embedded beneath his skin in the soft light of the sun. The young man's skin was as cold as ice.

This young man looked far from ordinary. His eyes were pitch black, dark, and devoid of sparks.

"Cedric," Harry muttered softly as another tear rolled down his soft cheek.

Harry looked at the young man with eyes filled with a lot of emotion. It flooded his entire body. He had always wanted to see Cedric. I want to look at these eyes again. I want to feel my body's skin still alive again. Aag could feel Cedric's breath telling him he was alive again.

“Cedric,” Harry gently caressed his cheek. Even though his skin was stitched, the touch reassured Harry that he was still breathing. It's wonderful for him. Really wonderful

Edward looked carefully at the small young man who had visited him. He had never known or met this person before. But the gentle touch of his warm hand still remembered it from deep within his heart. He felt like he had been connected to the little young man in front of him for a long time. The sweet scent that wafted from his skin was still engraved in some of his memories.

He had never smelled anything so sweet before. It attracted him but also calmed his heart like never before. And he could feel the warmth slowly penetrating the lifeless skin.

Edward knew nothing about this little young man. But one thing he was sure of. This little young man was different from anyone he had ever known. He looked different from ordinary humans. There was something in this person's body that made him feel that way. And he felt that this little young man was just as different as him.

“I'm sorry,” Harry said in a weak, trembling voice. “I'm...sorry. I'm so sorry.”

Edward didn't understand what this little young man was trying to convey to him. But those emerald green eyes flashed with pain. A sweet face that glows pink And the eyes that were trembling It's making his heart weak. He softly looked into bright emerald green eyes. He had never felt like this before. It was a strange longing he didn't understand.

“You...I don't know you. And I don't understand what you're saying.” Edward stared intently at the small figure, even though his voice was calm.

Harry only looked deeply into the young man's eyes. He reached out his free hand and touched the cold cheek, caressing it gently.

“You...have returned. Have you forgiven me yet?”

"Harry," a name suddenly popped into Edward's head. He didn't even know anyone named Harry. But looking at the small young man at this time He thought of this name without reason.

Harry leaned forward slowly. and snuggled into the young man's strong chest Harry could feel the sound of his breathing reminding him that the young man was still alive. He felt the previously empty space in his heart slowly being filled by the sound of this breathing. And it allowed him to close his eyes comfortably.

“I miss you Cedric. I miss you and long for you all the time.”

A human instinct deep within made Edward hold Harry tightly to his chest, burying his face in his soft hair and breathing in the sweet scent that soothed his heart.

“I long for you.”

Edward had no idea how much time had passed. But he thought it would be long enough for him to break away from the little body's embrace. He stared at the sweet, once sad and painful face that had become brighter. A slight smile on the lips. Shining eyes and pretty red cheeks. He wanted to preserve it. He couldn't bear to see it taken away. He couldn't stand it.

Edward looked at the small figure hesitantly. At this time, he could no longer control his own desires. His cold lips rested softly on the other's lips before kissing the other's lower lip passionately. Two hands gently inserted into his soft hair. He could feel the small body's accelerating, erratic breathing. hot lips

Blood pumping throughout the body And the sweetness of the kiss was driving him crazy.

Harry could do nothing but respond to the other person's touch. Slender arms wrapped around the young man's strong neck. His response made the young man's rhythm even hotter. From what was once soft, it began to increase in speed and intensity. The tip of his thick tongue poked into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue before inserting it into his mouth and flicking his small tongue more and more violently.

This touch made everything in his head go white. But he was overflowing with desire under the deep kiss.

Edward gently pushed his sweet face away and stared at the small, heavily breathing figure with changed eyes.

“Come with me,” was all he said. Edward threw Harry onto his back.

Harry adjusted to the events happening so quickly that he could barely keep up. He was confused, but he still wrapped his legs and arms tightly around the young man. Before that, the young man shot like a bullet through the thick, dark forest. There was no sound of his feet touching the ground, as if he were a ghost flying amidst the green forest.

“Cedric, where are you taking me?” Harry asked.

“Go find some answers. But first, Harry call me edward My name is Edward Kalen.”

The other person's answer shocked Harry quite a bit. But in the end, he chose to ignore it. Whoever the young man is Whether it was really Edward Kalen or not, it didn't matter to him. After all, that one young man would always be his Cedric, and if he could be by Cedric's side again. No matter where you go He's ready to go.

Harry didn't know if all this was true or not. Even though everything seems like it's just a dream But he liked it. It was a wonderful dream for him to touch Cedric's skin like this again. Merlin's beard is a witness. he is really happy He wanted to stop time here forever. So that he could bid farewell to that painful night forever.

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