Finding Himself is technically impressive — the prose is clean, the pacing works, and the world-building is rich. But beneath all that polish lies a morally hollow core that the story refuses to confront.
Cedric and Hermione’s relationship begins as emotional cheating, and the fic knows it — Cedric admits it’s “cheating, plain and simple,” and then confesses he “just didn’t care.” Hermione enables it under the excuse of “just friendship,” even as she sneaks off with him and lies about it. At one point, she literally tells Harry, “You take Cho, I’ll take Cedric” — reducing people to romantic trade pieces. It’s cold, calculated, and deeply out-of-character for both of them.
Yes, Cho gets an apology. Yes, there’s gossip and fallout. But none of it matters. Cedric and Hermione face no real consequences — just a brief pause before they’re back to being admired, empowered, and conveniently excused. Their guilt is cosmetic. The story gestures at emotional complexity but never delivers.
And every time the tension builds? It gets swept under the rug with sex, sex, and more sex. No emotional reckoning. No earned resolution. Just a convenient fade-to-black until it’s all forgotten. It’s not growth — it’s evasion in well-written wrapping paper.
This fic claims to be about healing, integrity, and character. But it rewards betrayal, rewrites personalities to serve the ship, and treats remorse like a box to check off before moving on.
At this point, it would’ve been more dignified to let Cedric stay dead — because this version of him, stripped of integrity and consequence, is a disservice to the character we once admired.
If this is what “finding yourself” looks like, maybe they should’ve stayed lost.