Hollywood: Lights, Ink, Entertainment!-Chapter 347: GOF Release (2)

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The Red Studios logo faded to black.

Then the screen turned pure and consuming darkness.

A whisper echoed from nowhere.

"Harry Potter."

Marcus’s eyes went wide, he grabbed Jake’s sleeve without looking away from the screen.

The shadows started to undulate, and in 3D they didn’t simply shift - they revealed depth, stacked upon depth, like peering down an endless abyss with no visible bottom.

"Harry Potter."

More voices now, overlapping, getting louder.

Sam leaned over to Tyler. "Why does it sound like they’re behind us?"

Tyler twisted in his seat to check. "There’s nobody there—"

"HARRY POTTER."

Black fragments flew toward them, actually seemed to fly at them, and all six kids jerked back in their seats.

"WHOA!" Jake yelped.

Tyler’s hand shot up like he could catch the pieces.

Emma grabbed the armrest so hard her knuckles went white.

Behind the shattered darkness: the Triwizard Cup, floating in space, glowing gold.

Marcus forgot to breathe.

In 3D, the Cup didn’t just appear on the screen, it seemed suspended in midair, as if it had crossed the boundary of the frame and was hovering right in front of them, close enough to reach out and take.

"It’s coming out of the screen." Sophia whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

The camera pushed forward through the debris.

Whispers filled the theater - strange words in languages Marcus didn’t recognize, but they sounded important, sounded like warnings.

The Cup got bigger and bigger until it filled everything, and reflected in its shiny surface—

Harry’s face looked really scared.

Then everything began to change–

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The castle rose out of the mist slowly, as though it had been there all along and the fog was only now allowing it to be seen.

Sam let out a strangled breath, the kind that escapes before you even realize you’re holding it. "You’ve got to be kidding me... no. No, that’s not real."

Marcus didn’t look at him, but he felt the same jolt in his chest. It wasn’t just a backdrop. It wasn’t painted light on a flat surface.

The grounds stretched forward in measured distance, students crossing the grass in clusters, some closer, some farther off, each separated by real space. The castle didn’t look filmed - it looked inhabited.

For a second, it felt less like watching and more like standing at the edge of something.

"I want to live there." Emma said, almost to herself, eyes fixed on the screen.

A beat.

"Don’t even joke." Sam muttered. "I already packed."

"Same." Marcus said.

"Same." the others echoed, not laughing this time.

Dumbledore’s voice filled the theater: "The Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests."

The Goblet of Fire burst into blue flames.

Names shot up into the air, and Marcus could see them floating at different heights, some closer and others farther away.

"How are they even doing that?" Tyler murmured, not really expecting an answer.

Students from the other schools did magic, wands moving in patterns that seemed to float right off the screen. One girl made butterflies out of light, and they drifted through the air in front of Marcus’s face.

He didn’t even realize he was leaning forward until his dad’s hand touched his shoulder, gently pulling him back.

The Goblet roared with fire, and a piece of paper came out.

Harry’s name.

It floated forward, getting closer and closer, and Marcus’s hand started to reach out before he caught himself.

He looked down at his hand, embarrassed.

Jake whispered. "I almost tried to grab it too."

Marcus felt a bit better hearing that.

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Thunder boomed through the whole theater.

Rain poured down, and in 3D you could see some drops close and some far away, like standing in an actual storm.

Then they heard it, a growl with deep anger.

The Hungarian Horntail came out of the darkness, every single kid stopped moving.

Marcus’s mouth fell open.

The dragon was huge.

Not the usual movie kind of big where you understand it’s supposed to be large.

Its head filled the screen and still felt too large for it, larger than a car, and his living room.

He could judge how far it stood from Harry, how long its neck was, and how easily it could swallow someone whole if it chose to.

When the creature opened its jaws, rows of teeth catching the light like drawn blades.

"Oh no." Sam whimpered.

"Ohhhhh no." Tyler agreed.

"That’s SO COOL." Jake said, grinning even though his eyes were huge.

The dragon roared, its sound tore through the theater.

Emma grabbed Marcus’s arm with both hands. "I felt that in my chest!"

Harry shot forward on his broom, impossibly small beside the dragon.

The difference in size was brutal now that you could measure it in space. Every sweep of the dragon’s claws looked close enough to count inches.

When flames erupted from its mouth, they didn’t stay flat on the screen; they surged outward in layers, waves of fire at different depths, rolling toward the audience before peeling back.

Marcus flinched every time.

"He’s gonna die he’s gonna die he’s gonna die." Sam chanted quietly.

"He doesn’t die." Sophia said. "We know he doesn’t die, we read the books—"

"I KNOW but it LOOKS like he’s gonna die!"

The dragon’s tail whipped toward the camera.

Marcus ducked without thinking... and so did Jake.

Tyler jerked so hard he nearly slid out of his seat.

Sophia tightened her grip on Marcus’s sleeve.

Sam hid behind his hands, peeking through his fingers.

Emma didn’t move at all - just stared, frozen.

Harry swerved, dove, twisted in midair. He snatched the golden egg and the dragon lunged one last time, jaws slamming shut on empty space as Harry rolled away.

All six of them let out breath they didn’t know they had been holding.

"That was the coolest thing I have ever seen in my ENTIRE LIFE." Jake said, voice shaking but excited.

"My heart is beating so fast." Tyler said, putting his hand on his chest.

"I think I forgot how to blink." Sophia said.

Marcus was grinning so hard his face hurt. He turned to his dad. "Did you SEE that?"

His dad let out a soft laugh, still staring at the screen. "Hard to miss."

"The dragon was RIGHT THERE."

"It really seemed like it was."

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The Great Hall shifted so gradually it almost felt alive, as if the stone itself had decided to celebrate.

Ice sculptures caught the candlelight and fractured it into shards of silver and pale blue. Thousands of candles hovered at different heights, and the 3D made the space feel endless.

Some flames drifted so close Marcus felt he could cup one in his hand; others floated far above, near a ceiling that stretched upward into shadow, impossibly tall and cathedral-like.

"Wow." Sam said softly, almost careful not to ruin it.

Marcus nodded without speaking. After the chaos of the dragon, this felt like stepping into a different world entirely, one where nothing was trying to kill anyone.

Then Hermione appeared at the top of the staircase.

The conversation in the theater dipped without anyone meaning it to.

She moved carefully as the fabric of her gown fell in soft layers, catching the candlelight so it shimmered when she moved. Her hair, no longer wild and hurried, flowed in polished waves over her shoulders. There was a poise to her now, a quiet confidence in the way she descended each step, as if she had always belonged in a room like this.

It was the kind of beauty that makes you forget whatever you were about to say.

Harry looked up, and forgot himself.

Didn’t even seem aware of the noise around him, he stared at her the way someone looks at something they didn’t know they were allowed to witness - like the most astonishing thing he had ever seen had just walked into the light.

Anyone watching him could have read it plainly.

That wasn’t surprise.

That was falling in love.

Emma nudged Marcus. "Oh my God. Look at Harry."

Jake leaned forward. "He’s gone."

Tyler grinned. "He looks like he just discovered oxygen."

Onscreen, Hermione reached the bottom of the stairs.

Harry was still staring, like if he looked away she might disappear.

Music swelled through the hall, couples drifted onto the floor.

The camera moved between them - laughter, spinning gowns, polished shoes gliding over stone. The candles shimmered overhead, depth and distance stretching in every direction.

Marcus eased back into his seat.

After claws and fire and roaring flames, this felt like a breath between storms.

Tyler rolled his shoulders. "Okay. I can relax now."

Sophia didn’t look away from the screen. "You know this doesn’t last."

Sam groaned quietly. "Can we not talk about that yet?"

The music continued, soft and golden, while the candles floated on, unaware of what was waiting beyond the dance.

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The screening room felt different from a premiere. The noise was lower, the laughter softer - people watching themselves instead of trying to be seen.

The Yule Ball sequence came on again.

Ice sculptures shimmered, candles floated and the music swelled.

In the center row sat Daniel Radcliffe, Lily Harris to his right, Rupert a seat over. A few other cast members leaned forward in quiet anticipation, whispering about camera angles and lighting choices.

In the dark theater, Daniel didn’t look up at the screen.

He was looking at Lily.

Like he was Just... drawn there.

Lily was watching the screen with complete focus, unaware of him. The light from the projection brushed across her face in warm flickers - gold, shadow and then gold again.

Her posture was almost identical to the night they filmed it, composed but slightly tense, like she was reliving the walk down those steps.

Onscreen, Hermione appeared.

In the theater, Daniel didn’t blink.

His eyes traced the outline of her profile, the way the screen light brushed against her cheekbones, caught in her hair. He had seen this scene a dozen times during editing.

He knew every frame.

What he hadn’t seen like this was her - watching herself.

Lily felt it, that subtle awareness of being watched. She turned slightly to her right.

And caught him. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Normally, that would have been enough. Daniel had a habit, if she ever caught him staring on set, he would snap his head away almost instantly, pretend he’d been looking at lighting rigs or catering tables or literally anything else.

This time, he didn’t.

He just held her gaze.

The screen light flickered across his face, but his eyes didn’t move, and in them was the same expression Harry wore onscreen - the same stunned stillness, the same quiet awe that had filled the room the day they shot it.

Lily’s breath hitched, barely noticeable.

Because she recognized it.

It was the exact look he had given her on the staircase set - when she had stepped out in costume for the first time and the entire crew had gone quiet.

But this wasn’t acting.

This was Daniel.

For a suspended second, the movie and reality blurred.

Onscreen, Harry stared at Hermione like she was the most extraordinary thing he had ever seen.

In the theater, Daniel stared at Lily the same way.

Rupert shifted in his seat with exaggerated discomfort.

"Oh for—" he muttered under his breath. "Can you two at least pretend there’s a film playing?"

Daniel didn’t look away.

Rupert leaned forward, stage-whispering. "Mate. At least wait until the credits if you’re going to recreate it live."

A few of the others snickered softly.

Lily blinked, color rising faintly in her cheeks. Only then did Daniel finally glance away - but slower than usual, not embarrassed.

Just... aware.

Behind them, a row back, Regal and Gwen had seen everything.

Gwen tilted her head slightly, amused. "Seems like someone finally figured it out."

"She’s a bit slow in this department." Regal murmured. "Supposed to be the smart one too."

Gwen nudged him lightly. "You nudged this along, didn’t you? Why do you enjoy matchmaking so much?"

Regal gave a quiet shrug. "I didn’t start anything. He was finished the second he saw her at auditions. I just made sure they had scenes together. The rest handled itself."

Gwen suppressed a smile. "Convenient."

Regal almost replied - but his fingers brushed the small box resting inside his coat pocket.

He had been carrying it around for a week, waiting for the right moment or for courage, maybe.

Onscreen, Harry was still staring at Hermione as she reached the bottom step.

In the row behind Daniel and Lily, Regal glanced at Gwen, just for a second longer than usual, before returning his attention to the film.

For the first time that evening, the film wasn’t the only thing building toward a moment.

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[To be continued...]

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