Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
They'll Never Understand Real Love
By: ChoCedric
They say she's a cow, a crybaby, an attention-seeker. She hates them all. How would they feel if they saw their soulmate's lifeless body on the Quidditch pitch? How would they feel if they saw his lifeless eyes staring, staring, staring, staring, staring into the sky? They are a bunch of stupid idiots who don't understand real love.
"Get over it," they say. "You weren't in love. You're only fifteen." She wants to scream at them, to pound her fists into them, to yell bloody murder at them. Every single damn night and every single damn day the images of the worst day of her life come back to haunt her. She remembers his gray eyes, the eyes which were filled with life and love and laughter. She remembers him kissing her before he entered that damned maze, and his soft "I love you."
Then she remembers Cornelius Fudge and every single bloody person on the whole pitch screaming, "Dead! Dead! Dead! He's dead! Dead! Dead! Cedric Diggory! Dead! Dead! Dead! Diggory's dead! Dead! Dead!" She remembers running, running, running to her love's side, holding his hand, begging for him to wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up! She remembers every single one of her friends except Marietta telling her to get over it, get over it, get over it, that he was just a passing phase, that they probably would have broken up tomorrow, that she never loved him, she was just seeking attention. Crybaby. That's probably the worst word in the English language.
She remembers his funeral, the process of lowering his body into the ground and she remembers running away from the scene, it was so unbearable to watch. Everybody sobbing, crying, crying, crying, crying and his parents, his poor, poor parents burying their one and only son. The days afterwards were the most horrible. She's seeing his lifeless body everywhere she goes, and the next year at school is the same. For the longest time she wanted to hit Harry Potter, to slam him into the ground, to yell at him for surviving when he was the one who meant nothing to her, when his companion meant everything to her. And it was because of that damned Harry Potter and his bloody nobleness that her love had to die!
She feels such anger within her after she gave Harry Potter a chance to explain what happened. He was such a git, such a horrible person to her, laughing while she was crying, damn him! He's another one who'll never understand real love. Real, true love between soulmates. She knows this is truly mean, but when his godfather dies at the end of the year, she can't help but think, serves him right. Now he'll get to understand real grief. But losing a godfather is still not the same as losing your soulmate.
So as the days go by, blurring into one another, each day without her Cedric, each day with pictures of those lifeless eyes staring into the sky and everyone yelling "Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!" she walks around like a shadow of the girl she used to be. With each "crybaby" comment she receives, the angrier she gets. She continues walking and she pretends she does not hear them, but she hears everything. Her heart is broken beyond repair and they will never, ever, ever, ever, ever understand real love.