Hey here it is for the fans or anyone remotely interested the Return of Cedric & Edward. I don't own any of the original Harry Potter characters, if I did Cedric Diggory would not have died in that graveyard! My own characters are Edward, Abi, Brian, Peter and a select few others. Well enjoy xxxx
'Cedric'– Thoughts
'Cedric' – Conscience
******* - Time Skip
Changing Times the Cedric Diggory and Edward Hawkins story
Chapter One – Who Is He?
-Cedric's POV-
Of three things I am absolutely certain;
One, I have a deep dark secret.
Two, if anybody found out my secret, I'd lose everything, my friends, my family.
Three, that secret…
I'm gay.
It's a typical day at the Diggory household, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, Mrs Helena Diggory is cooking supper awaiting her husband's Mr Amos Diggory's return from work. The Diggory's have always been a happy family, not very well know but respected non-the less. Amos and Helena have only one child, son Cedric Diggory, heir to their home, money and legacy.
That's me Cedric, golden boy, golden child, apple of my mother's eye and meter of my father's very high expectations.
I sighed as I heard my father's return using the floo network.
'Oh joy he's back, I hope he's in a good mood, I'm not in the mood to deal with his moody arse tonight'I thought as I pushed off the ground and headed towards the house. I'd been in the back garden for the past two hours; just simply watching the clouds go by it gives me a bit of peace.
"Hello darling" my mom said kissing my dad on the cheek
"Hello dear, something smells good" he commented
'Here we go... My golden boy act comes into play' I sighed inwardly and entered the lounge
"Hello father good day at the office?" I asked smiling, not really caring for the answer it's always the same.
"Cedric m'boy, it was pleasant enough, a few rouge Dementors but we soon sorted them out" he chuckled 'How are Dementors funny?'
"Why were the Dementors away from Azkaban?" I asked him, they don't usually stray from the prison.
"Have you not read the paper today?" He asked I shook my head "Well you know of course the mass murderer Sirius Black?" I of course nodded, who hasn't heard of him "He's escaped from Azkaban!" my eyes widened, my mother gasped, No-one can escape Azkaban 'Clearly you can'
"How?" I asked I couldn't believe it a murderer escaped from Azkaban, the first one ever I'd wager.
"That's just it, no one knows, the Minister is not happy with the Dementors" he chuckled
"Dinner my darling boys" mom called from the kitchen, putting an end to our conversation 'Urgh, dinner always a dark event. I wish I could tell them and they'd accept me and help me with my…. Problem? NO! No one can know'I slowly made my way to the kitchen keeping my poker face on and a smile in place.
-Edward's POV-
'Oh Merlin's sweaty balls! I'M BORED!'
The summer holidays are almost over, thank Merlin! I'm soooo bored I could actually cry. I've done all my chore's dad left for me. Being an only child means I get and have to do everything while mom and dad are at work. Oh and if you're a disappointment to your dad 'Like me' then you get a lot of shit, and no matter what I do, it's never enough. I'm the best boy AND the second best in my year, so good grades, I have lots of friends, my good looks have come through during the summer, I'm chaser for my house Quidditch team, the BEST chaser Hufflepuff has had in years… so I've been told… constantly. That helped a little, but not a lot. Frank Hawkins, my father, is a well-known, well respected man, so he wanted the perfect son, which he constantly reminds me I'm not. I try; I just can't seem to please him. Cheryl Hawkins is a lovely woman, she doesn't care about my achievements, well of course she does, but nowhere near as much as my dad does, she just wants me to be happy and healthy.
I was brought out of my musing by a tapping on my bedroom window. I walked to the window and opened it, an owl swooped in landed on my desk and extended its leg patiently, I walked over and took the letter from its leg and the owl flew out into the clear blue sky. I returned my attention back to the letter and immediately recognized the writing. 'My Hogwarts letter' I opened the letter and read it through. I studied the new books I would have to acquire. 'Care Of Magical creatures, Arithmancy, Ancient runes, Divination, Muggle Studies, I can't wait to start the new subjects, well maybe not Divination though, that just sounds stupid'
Mom say's Divination is enlightening and interesting but dad says it's a waste of time. 'I agree with dad, from what I know about it… but is that because you want to please your dad?'
That is a question that will have to wait.
-Cedric's POV-
I'm walking through the corridors near the kitchens, walking back to the common room 'Who thinks putting dungbombs in a suit of armour is funny? Seriously? Fred and George will be the death of me'I muttered the password and entered the Hufflepuff common room. 'It's probably empty at this time, it always is. I can get a bit of studying in before bed'How wrong I was.
There was a boy sitting in one of the arm chairs, the one I always sit in. He looked up at me as I entered. He has jet black hair, gorgeous skin and beautiful grey eyes. Like melted steel, he was beautiful.
"What are you doing up this late?" I found myself asking him
"Waiting for you" he said simply standing up
"Why were yo-"was all I got to say before a pair of soft lips pressed lightly onto mine. My mind went blank for a few seconds before I responded. I kissed him back, I think I shocked us both when I turned us both and slammed him into the wall kissing him greedily. His hands ran up my back one continued up until tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I removed my lips from his and he groaned in disappointment, I smirked and kissed and lightly bit his neck making him moan, it had to be the best noise ever, and found myself wondering how many other ways I could make him moan. I returned to his lips kissing him roughly making us both moan, I moved down and licked and bit just below his jawline making him moan my name.
"Cedric" 'Oh sweet Merlin'
I sat bolt up, sheets tangled round my legs, I'm sweating, breathing heavily. I ran a hand through my hair and looked at my clock it read 6:40am, 'Father will wake me up soon, I may as well get up'I got out of bed, walked over to my wardrobe and selected a black shirt, grey jumper and dark faded jeans, 'They will do I'm getting dressed on the train anyway'Today I'm going back to Hogwarts I can't wait. Just to get away from dad's obsessive nagging and pushing me to excel. I push my thoughts away and walk to the bathroom, shower on I allow the moderate temperature water to wash over my body 'Humph how many people lust after you for your body? Too many! I swear my good looks, popularity and toned body (how they know that I'll never know) are all anyone see's, no-one really knows the real me. Not the new perfect Prefect, Golden boy, Hufflepuff hottie'I shiver at that newly UN-wanted title, I just want at least one person to know the real me.
After those musing I started to remember my dream from earlier, now as a rule I don't usually remember my dreams, but this one is coming back stronger than ever. 'Who is he? Did I make him up? No, I couldn't have I recognise him but where from?'
I was brought out of my thoughts (however frustrating they may be) by a knock on the door.
"Cedric honey, your father wants to say goodbye before you both leave and breakfast is on the table" my mom said through the door.
"Ok mom, I'll be down in a second" I replied turning the water off, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to the mirror to study myself. My hair, depending on your opinion is dirty blonde or light brown. My skin not a spot in sight is slightly tanned, I smiled, and my teeth are white and straight. I finally look at my favourite part of me, my eyes. They are a beautiful shade of grey, a few shades darker than the moon; I quickly get dressed and head downstairs to the kitchen where mother and father are eating. 'Dad looks in a good mood, ad in a rush that's good'I act a little more myself when it's just mom and me.
"Good morning" I say sitting down and grabbing a piece of toast
"Good morning son. Good night's sleep?" dad asks me. I froze knowing I had a great night's sleep, but not for the reason's he may think… or like for that matter.
"Yes" I composed myself "I slept very well thank you" I smiled at him
"Excellent. Looking forward to school?" he asked eyeing me 'Not really. I have to lie to my friends, who don't really know me and I DON'T want the fawning girls following me again'
"Yes, can't wait to see Pete and Bri again and play Quidditch. We'll have a new captain this year" I said 'Yes that was all true, not all of the truth mind you'Dad's eyes lit up as I said that, I knew I'd said the right thing.
"New captain eh? Perhaps you could be the new captain?" he asked. I knew better than to know it wasn't a request it was a hidden demand.
"Maybe, but it's not mine or Professor Sprout's choice, it's all of the Hufflepuff house who choose the new captain, it's always been that way dad" I told him, he sighed shaking his head
"The really should change that, choose the best, not entrust others to choose someone incapable" he argued
"It's a Hufflepuff tradition dear, you did it, and centuries of other Hufflepuff's did it, I think it's wonderful that they allow the students to choose" mom said, dad just humphed and that put an end to that conversation.
At 7:30am dad got up to leave for work
"Well, goodbye son, enjoy school, behave yourself, study hard and bet of luck with your Quidditch" he said to me shaking my hand and pulled me into a hug that lasted about two seconds 'See what I mean? He won't even give his own SON a proper hug!'
"Bye dad, don't worry I will and thank you" I smiled he turned, left out the front and apparated away.
"Right we have 3 hours before we leave, go make sure you have everything and make sure Onyx is prepared for his trip" mom said smiling, I smiled back
"Ok mom" I said and headed upstairs.
-Platform 93/4-
I'm standing by mom looking at all the students and parents chatting and saying their goodbyes, promises to write and to be good, I smiled as me and mom did and said the same things
"Ok you have your books?" mom asked
"Yes all of them" I replied
"All your school robes and clothes, plus spares?" She demanded
"Yes mom, everything" I chuckled
"Ok, Wand; Broom?" She asked
"Check" I said padding my wand in its holster "In my trunk on the train" I said
She smiled "Good boy, and most importantly, your prefect badge?" she said proudly, I pulled it out of my pocket showing her
"Right here" I smiled she hugged me
"Oh Cedric, I'm so proud of you, now be good and make sure you write to me!" she said
"I will mom, I promise" I said
"CED! Ced mate!" I heard over the crowd I recognised that voice, of course I did, hearing the same voice for five years it gets implanted in your brain. Peter Moorhouse one of my best friends since first year
"Hey Pete" I said as he approached, we hugged, manly hug of course, and grinned at each other.
"Hello Peter" mom said to him
"Hey Mrs D" he said smiling "Oh my mom wanted to talk to you by the way"
"Ooooh, it must be about that recipe I wanted, be back soon" and off he went through the crowd to Pete's mom
"So dude, how was your summer?" he asked and innocent question enough
"Perfect" 'Ha far from it'"How about you?" I asked him
"Good thanks" he replied "I tried to do some homework but-" whatever his excuse was, was forgotten as someone jumped on his back. I laughed as my two best friends wrestled to get the better hand on each other
"Hey Cedric" a female voice next to the boys said with a look of distaste and amusement on her face. Abigale Swanson, she's been one of my best girl mates for years, she's like the sister I never had.
"Hey Abi" I replied. We call her either Abi or Abs. Call her Abigale and she'll rip your bollocks off. Pete and the other boy finally ended their battle; Brian Lowe my other best friend turned to me and grinned
"Yo dude! Good summer?" he asked me
"Yes thank you, you?" I asked him
"Yeah man amazing, Merlin you'll never guess what my dad bought me!" he exclaimed "Only a new fucking broom, it's the new model of the…." But a laugh caught my attention; it was a very care-free laugh it was wonderful, I scanned the crowd looking to find the source of this noise.
That's when I saw him. 'Oh sweet Merlin's sweaty boxers! It's him, the boy from my dream'
"Ced? Ced mate you ok?" Peter asked me bringing me out of the trance but I didn't look away from the boy.
"Yeah… Yeah I'm fine, sorry" as I said this the boy looked at me, his still beautiful grey eyes locked with mine, the noise, the crowd, I forgot them all, he was the only person in the room. His eyes filled now with laughter instead of…. Was it lust? I tore my eyes away to look at my group 'What could it hurt? It's just a simple question. They can't get anything from it'
"Who's that?" I asked no one in particular; just whoever could answer me, looking at the boy again
Peter looked at me like I had just sprouted a second head
"How could you forget who that is?" he demanded in disbelief
"Maybe" Abi started getting our attention "because he's grown up quite a bit, AND" looking at me for some reason "gotten quite cute I must say" she finished
"WHAT!" Brian shouted causing quite a few heads to turn
"Oh calm the fuck down. It's not like I'm going to dump you for him" she said rolling her eyes.
"You really thing he's cute?" Brian pouted
"Guys!" I exclaimed getting their attention "and girl" I added glancing at Abi who just smirked
"Sorry Ced" Brian said rubbing the back of his neck before Peter answered my question.
"That's Edward Hawkins"
