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Quarantine headcanons because why not! Who gets the groceries? Who struggles the most with staying home? What do they do for entertainment/to keep routine?
sorry i just saw this ask!!
who gets the groceries?
i feel like cedric would take it upon himself to venture out into the world and get food. however, harry is probably the one who can cook the best, so harry has to write the list of what they need for him. cedric absolutely forgets a few things and mistakes a cabbage for lettuce, but it’s okay because at least he’s cute.
who struggles the most with staying home?
hmm i think they all do to a degree, but i can imagine it really taking a toll on harry. he’s spent a lot of his life really only knowing his aunt and uncle’s home, and within that home, he was only welcome in so many places. now, with cedric and cho, he knows that it’s their space, he’s safe, he’s free to do what he wishes, but it definitely brings up that claustrophobic feeling of childhood for him.
what do they do for entertainment/to keep routine?
binge tv shows (usually based on hermione’s recommendations) for entertainment, as well as the things we’ve all been up to: trying a hand at baking bread (unsuccessful), picking up new hobbies (cho cannot knit, harry is terrible at guitar, cedric picks up a little bit of french before giving up), etc. to keep routine, i think they would definitely want to stay active; they’re all athletes, so going for walks while properly masked up, and some playful wrestling matches on the living room carpet are a good way to get their energy out. they try not to sleep in late, either, so they try to all eat breakfast at the table together each morning.
separate but equally terrible nightmares (cedric/cho/harry)
a/n: i’m doing a monologue for my acting class (over zoom lol) and the title of this fic is a line from my monologue!! some angsty fluff, fluffy angst, whatever you wanna call it. i usually don’t write on here as i have my own fanfic accounts but this didn’t feel like something i wanted to post there, so i guess you guys can have it, lol. i hope you guys enjoy!! if you do, i’d love to know, maybe i’ll write more for this ship and post it here.
Even while dreaming, things manage to go wrong for Harry.
Suddenly, doused in sleep, he becomes fourteen again, terrified and stomach turning as the tournament should be ending, but instead, he stands in a graveyard, one hand still on the cup, the other interlocked with someone else’s fingers.
He hears the shrill, weak voice cry the three words that have haunted him for years: “Kill the spare!”
He dreams of cold, lifeless skin and ghostly apparitions begging him to bring the body back. Usually, the dreams are soaked with truth—Cedric’s hazel eyes stare blankly, his deep voice rings out and chills him to the bone.
Sometimes, the spare is someone else. Long black hair and warm skin, her lips parted in a final cry. Harry has no idea why she’s even here, she wasn’t a part of this, why is Cho here? But he supposes that dreams rarely bother with logic.
The worst dreams are when it’s the two of them, not always in that graveyard, but on stretchers in the great hall among the other fallen soldiers of a war that they did not sign up to fight in.
Shipping Meme: [1/3] Book Ships💘Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang from the Harry Potter Series
“Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minute outside the time limit of an hour.” Enormous cheers from the Hufflepuffs in the crowd; Harry saw Cho give Cedric a glowing look.
In his earlier years at Hogwarts, Harry was attracted to Cho Chang, a popular girl in Ravenclaw House and seeker of their Quidditch team who was one year older than him and asked her to the Yule Ball, though she had already agreed to attend with Cedric. Still, Cho treated Harry kindly, such as in refusing to wear a Potter Stinks/Support Cedric Diggory! badge during the Triwizard Tournament. In her sixth year, Cho began to return Harry’s feelings, though she felt somewhat guilty for doing so, considering the recent murder of Cedric Diggory. Harry and Cho grew closer, eventually sharing a kiss under the mistletoe.
separate but equally terrible nightmares (cedric/cho/harry)
a/n: i’m doing a monologue for my acting class (over zoom lol) and the title of this fic is a line from my monologue!! some angsty fluff, fluffy angst, whatever you wanna call it. i usually don’t write on here as i have my own fanfic accounts but this didn’t feel like something i wanted to post there, so i guess you guys can have it, lol. i hope you guys enjoy!! if you do, i’d love to know, maybe i’ll write more for this ship and post it here.
Even while dreaming, things manage to go wrong for Harry.
Suddenly, doused in sleep, he becomes fourteen again, terrified and stomach turning as the tournament should be ending, but instead, he stands in a graveyard, one hand still on the cup, the other interlocked with someone else’s fingers.
He hears the shrill, weak voice cry the three words that have haunted him for years: “Kill the spare!”
He dreams of cold, lifeless skin and ghostly apparitions begging him to bring the body back. Usually, the dreams are soaked with truth—Cedric's hazel eyes stare blankly, his deep voice rings out and chills him to the bone.
Sometimes, the spare is someone else. Long black hair and warm skin, her lips parted in a final cry. Harry has no idea why she’s even here, she wasn’t a part of this, why is Cho here? But he supposes that dreams rarely bother with logic.
The worst dreams are when it’s the two of them, not always in that graveyard, but on stretchers in the great hall among the other fallen soldiers of a war that they did not sign up to fight in.
Cedric and Cho lay between bodies of fellow students, all much too young to have died, let alone in such a horrible way. And Harry finds them, their fingers still entwined, but lifelessly stiff.
The nightmares are persistent, but his soft whimpers and movement does not go unnoticed.
A strong hand grips his shoulder, whispering soothing words, voice still thick with sleep, but comforting nevertheless. On his other side, a smaller body snuggles close, stroking his hair, almond eyes not even needing to open to find him in the sheets.
It’s then that memories comfort him. Cedric had lived that day, Pettigrew’s Killing Curse narrowly missing him, but the flash of green fooled them as the teenager played dead, fear coursing through him, and a surge of protectiveness over Harry, too.
The two had returned from the graveyard when Harry ran for the cup, grabbing Cedric too, refusing to leave his body there...only for a hand to grip him back, the two of them hugging and crying in the middle of the Quidditch field, back at Hogwarts, messengers of news no one wanted to hear.
Dumbledore’s Army brought Harry and Cho close. Her and Cedric were still dating at the time, although he’d graduated, but there was still a deep connection form between the three of them.
In her dreams, Cho sees the Battle.
She sees faces frozen, faces she’s passed in the hallways for years, suddenly gone. She remembers spells flying, the shouting, the blood. She remembers dust and dirt caked on her skin, tears tracked through the grime.
She remembers searching for Cedric when the dust had settled, calling his name in the swarms of students, fearing the worst. She had already almost lost him once.
Except in her dreams, she enters the Hall, expecting to see him getting a small wound patched, and instead finding him lying beside his fellow fallen students. All of the bodies are fresh, except Cedric has already begun to decay, his eyes sunken in and his bones poking through in places.
She mutters his name in her sleep, and feels the stirring beside her, but it’s not enough to wake her. Cedric’s body opens its eyes, and reaches for her hand. She jolts up, screaming his name once more.
The lights are flicked on, and Cedric’s arms wrap around her shoulders. Harry sits beside them both, green eyes soft and sleepy, and she motions for him to join the hug, because while she’d dreamt about Cedric that night, it had been him last week.
They switch positions in the bed, putting her between her two boys, who always give her space when she needs it, and always give her love when she needs that more.
It was Cho who kissed Harry first in the Room of Requirement, and when he pulled back, telling her they couldn’t do that to Cedric, she’d chuckled, and replied: “He encouraged me to give it a shot, actually.”
It hadn’t gone anywhere at the time. It was complicated enough for her and Cedric to be together, let alone adding a third person into the mix, especially on the brink of a war.
When Cedric has nightmares, he’s in the graveyard. He lies there, still, and listens to Harry’s screams, listens to him be cut, be taunted, be on the brink of his own death. He just listens, he doesn’t do anything. And when Harry dies there, terrified and utterly alone, Cedric stays still, and doesn’t do a thing to save the younger boy he’s grown so attached to.
He takes the Cup when he finds the chance, and he leaves Harry’s body there, because if he goes for it, he’ll most likely be killed. He returns to Hogwarts, a Triwizard champion, but also the reason that The Boy Who Lived is dead, and Voldemort is back.
If he had just gone for his wand, if he had just been brave enough to help—
His eyes flutter open as he feels Harry snuggle closer in his arms, feels the tickle of messy hair beneath his chin, the warmth of his chest pressed to his. Harry is right in his arms, and Cho is lying just a few inches away, too, and her face is illuminated by the moonlight through the window.
After the Battle, the three of them were reunited. Helping to rebuild Hogwarts, making sure all the dead were remembered, being active in the Ministry.
While Harry finished his seventh year, Cho went into Quidditch training for the Tutshell Tornados, and Cedric delved into the world of broom-making, and the three of them felt a shift in their relationship. They were treading the path of more than friends, evident in the way glances lingered on lips and fingers brushing made cheeks red.
Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the three of them sleep side-by-side in a bed that’s definitely only meant for two people, but a bit of magic stretches it to the perfect size. They all have nightmares sometimes, more nights than not, but they also have each other, and it gets them through.
One thing which makes smile is how Harry, Cedric, and Cho could have been a another type of a trio getting closer and more helpful after the fourth year, and Cho would be rather normal like as she was before, with Cedric’s strong sense of justice. Personally I’m neutral about Cho, and I think the fandom is harsh on a normal human reaction of tragedy.
Each one of them would drop everything if the other asked to go and help them
So oftentimes you would see one of then running through the halls, out of breath and looking for one another
“What happened?”
“Cho said she needed help studying.”
“Harry can’t find his tie. ”
“Cedric feels sad.”
Once, Cho and Cedric turned Malfoy into a sloth for making fun of their relationship
Since they’re all seekers everyone expects them to be crazy about Quidditch together
But they don’t really talk about it a lot.
In fact, in the beginning, they were scared of playing each other thinking it would be awkward for the loser
But in time they realized that it didn’t matter who wins or loses as long as they all have fun
Cho does like keeping score, though
Cedric absolutely adores giving Cho and Harry presents and being very public about it
They get flowers during class at least once a week
Harry initiated their first kiss, with both of them
Hogwarts’ favorite relationship, no doubt about it
Even the teachers adore them
Ron and Hermione are their biggest fans though and often break school rules to make sure Harry, Cho, and Cedric can have some alone time away from everyone’s radar.
