"I'm...what?" Harry asked genuinely confused by the entire rant given by the brown skinned female before him.
Twisting her hands together she puffed her cheeks, having already struggled to find the courage to speak to Harry.
"Just hear me out ok? Either don't do the last task or don't let Cedric grab the trophy, it's a portkey that's going to send you to a grave yard where MoldyWart is, and I don't feel like sobbing all over again. I know I'm rambling and I should probably stop. Point is I read all the books, I know what happens just please trust me?"
Harry stared at her like she'd grown a third head.
"You're telling me, that I'm the main character of some novel and none of this actually exists, even me."
Cleo shifted slightly, urgency heightening as a horn in the distance gave a warning to the upcoming task.
"Yes, that's what I'm saying."
Harry paused for a moment,
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Cleo's face fell downcast at his words, knowing the outcome of what would occur if he didn't believe her.
How could she convince him that this was a book? Maybe if she spoke to Dumbledore? She was so sure he'd broken the 4th wall at some point. Or she could-
"I'll try it, Wood." Harry said, thrown off by the look on her face, almost like she was...mourning something.
