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The day we all wore Black

The rain drizzled down constantly the entire day, reflecting the mood of every soul on the campus. He had been gone not even 24 hours, and already the world was a darker place.

Whether you knew him, or knew of him, Cedric Diggory's death was scar in the hearts of many that attended Hogwarts. He was a popular, kind, good hearted kid. It was insane to believe that he was just gone. He had been a son with a mother and a father who still had much teach him. He had been a friend to many, with laughs and stories they thought they had time to share. He had been a student with so much more to learn. He had had so much potential to share his talent, and make a difference in the world.

He was asked by a reporter for the Daily Prophet who was doing an article on the Tri-wizard Tournament where he thought he would be in ten years.

"Well, hopefully settled with a wife and maybe a few kids." He smiled, "and of course fabulously rich." He joked.

But he would not get a wife to love. He would not be able to raise a son as well as his father raised him.

No one knew for sure how he died. There were theories and rumors. He was murdered. It was an accident. He couldn't handle the tournament. But it didn't seem to matter how he left, just that he did. And he would be missed.

Whether they knew him or not, whether they loved him, whether they had been his best friend, or never said a word to him. We all wore black to grieve the loss of our former classmate. It united us in a way that we were not aware we could be united. We were angry at the lack of closer we got, but we were angry together. We were shocked at the suddenness, he was there and then he just wasn't. But we were shocked together. We cried for our friend, but we cried together. We would also get through it together.

We wore black out of respect for our friend. We wore black to unify us. We wore black to show the hole in our heart that Cedric left.

The clouds cleared, letting the sun shine through. The students all looked up to the warmth that seemed foreign to them. And it was clear to all; Cedric Diggory had made it to heaven.

In memory of Jorge Valenzuela. We all wore black for you. You are missed.