"BANG!!!"
The sound reverberated off my walls waking me from my peaceful slumber. I look at my clock, damn its 2 am I thought. I got up out of my bed and made my way out of my room to the downstairs kitchen to find the source of the noise. At first, I thought that the noise was created by my cat knocking over the stew pot again, but when I noticed the pot in place I heard a rustle coming from outside the porch doors. I switched the porch lights on to see an odd sight.
There staring back at me was the entire Diggory family. "I'm sorry to be rude," I started while rubbing my eyes, "but what are you guys doing here in the middle of the night? "
Cedric smiled, but his father answered, "Well it would be easier to explain inside while we are all sitting." I let the family in and led them to our breakfast nook in the kitchen and offered them some tea, which they all refused.
"Would you care to explain why you all are here? I mean I went to school with Cedric before he graduated , but I never got to know him or any of you, so I'm a tad confused."
Mr. Diggory began,"Well it may be best if we start at the start. Wait, where are your parents?"
"Oh, well they died last year in a car crash when I was at school."
"Oh, sorry about that," said an awkward Mr. Diggory. "So you live here alone."
"Well, not exactly, Tonks just has the late shift tonight "
"We're sorry about your loss." said a sympathetic Mrs. Diggory.
"Well back to our explanation," said Mr. Diggory seemingly uncomfortable with the situation. "At the time He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named first fell a prophesy was made regarding our daughter. In short, it said that she would aid the Boy-Who-Lived first as a classmate, then as a friend, then as the vital link in defeating the Dark Lord with both her powers and her mind in an upcoming war against the un-dead He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"We feared that either him or his followers would hear of the prophesy and track her down and kill our daughter before she got her acceptance letter from Hogwarts. So, we were forced to put our child into the hands of Albus Dumbledore knowing that he would find the perfect place to hide her." Mrs. Diggory continued. "I must say, Dumbledore knew what he was doing. Well, anyways, when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named died this past month, we begged Dumbledore for the whereabouts of our daughter. He told us to wait until he was certain that all of the hurcrux-thingamajigs were distroyed.
"Well lets just say that he came to our manor not a half-hour ago and gave us the location of my long-lost sister." Cedric finished.
"Why are you here then?" I asked still confused.
"Did your parents ever tell you that you were adopted?" Asked a curious Mrs. Diggory.
"Yes, but... Oh..." Then reality hit me like a bird hits a window, I didn't realize what my situation was until the last possible moment. I promptly fainted, but not before I heard the front door open.