Harry looked at the shining Cup, and for a second, he imagined all of Hogwarts cheering his name. He could see himself holding it in one hand, with his other around Cho’s waist as he leaned in for a kiss. But then the thought was gone, and he was back in the cold maze, with his aching leg and body while Cedric looked a him expectantly. He hated this. He didn’t want victory being handed to him on a silver platter no matter how honourable the intention.