No one knew about Cedric Diggory and Gracelyn Moon's relationship except for her two best friends, Fred and George Weasley. Now he's dead, and she's pregnant. This is her struggle.

"He's dead! Cedric Diggory's dead!"

"Gracie?" Fred's quiet voice interrupted my thoughts. "Dumbledore wants to talk to you." I just stared at him blankly, clutching the pillow to me. "Grace?"

"Fred, why don't we leave her alone?" George whispered, tugging on his twin's arm. "She doesn't wanna talk to us right now."

"But Dumbledore-"

"Tell him I'll be right there," I said, my voice no louder than a whisper. The Weasley twins stared at me in surprise, those being the first words I had spoken in over a week, ever since the news of Cedric's death had registered in my mind. "Where is he?"

"His office," Fred told me. "Password is cockroach cluster."

I forced a smile. "Thanks guys. I'll see you later, I suppose." I walked out of the Gryffindor common room.

He's dead. Cedric Diggory's dead! The words had been echoing in my head ever since the third Twiwizard tournament task. I squeezed my eyes shut as the memories flooded my mind, running a hand on my stomach, the secret I had kept from everyone.

"Miss. Moon?" I opened them to see Professor McGonagall. She looked concerned. "The headmaster would like to see you. I assume you were heading that way?"

"Yes ma'am," I said softly."I just…"

"It's alright," McGonagall said, when I didn't finish my sentence. "Come with me, dear." I followed her to a pair of gargoyles, and was only half paying attention as she said the password, and we climbed up the stairs. "I will leave you here," she said, giving me a small smile.

"Hello Miss. Moon," Dumbledore said. "Please, take a seat." I did so, twisting a ring around my finger, a ring he had given me. "Gracelyn, there is something I wished to talk to you about."

"Yes sir?"

"Cedric." I froze, staring at him. "I am aware that you and he were in a relationship. I am also aware of the conversation you had with Madame Pomfrey two weeks ago." I opened and shut my mouth, not sure what to say. "The child is Cedric's, correct?" I could only nod. "Have you given any thought to telling his parents?"

"You're not going to kick me out?" I asked, when I could finally speak. The headmaster shook his head.

"Of course not, Miss Moon. Babies are a wonderful gift. We will make arrangements for after the child is born. How far along are you, exactly?"

"Ten weeks," I murmured, still in slight shock. "I am due in mid January." I paused. "I can't tell his parents," I finally said. "They… I can't imagine how they would feel."

"And yours?" He picked up a cup of tea that I hadn't noticed and took a sip. "Tea?" He asked, gesturing to the pot and a second cup. I shook my head.

"My parents are going to kill me," I said dryly, staring at the desk in front of me. "They have views on such things." I couldn't believe I was telling the headmaster this, a man I hadn't had one conversation with before now. "I'll be surprised if they don't kick me out."

"You do have to tell them, Gracelyn," Dumbledore said. "What about your brother? Oliver, correct?" I nodded. "Would he help you?"

"I'm sorry, headmaster," a voice came from the door, and I turned to see Professor Snape standing there, a strange look on his face. "I hate to interrupt this conversation, but I need to speak with you urgently."

"Gracelyn, would you excuse me? I will be right back." Dumbledore asked, already rising. Again I shook my head, and the two of them left. I looked around the room. I had never been in this office before, so, curious, I stood up and wondered around. It was ten minutes later when Dumbledore returned, Snape in tow. "Gracelyn, I will send you an owl when I determine what we will do for your final year," he told me. "You may go."

"I am a bit nervous about tomorrow," Cedric admitted, glancing over at me. "The third task. The final one, and all that. It's a big deal. What if I screw up?"

I smiled reassuringly at him, before resting my head on his chest. "You'll be fine, Cedric. I'm sure of it. You're one of the smartest people I know."

"If I were smart people would know about us," he said. I sat up. "If I were smart, I'd be in Ravenclaw, and your father wouldn't have anything against me."

I sighed, picking at my hair band that was on my wrist. "It's not the fact you're in Hufflepuff," I told him. "It's the fact that you aren't a Slytherin. The fact that I'm not a Slytherin. My entire family was, and I'm in Gryffindor. And best friends with the Weasleys," I added. "We just have to wait until October, and I'll be seventeen. Then my parents don't have a say." I kissed him, thinking about the baby. I couldn't tell him now, because he would be distracted during the task, and he could get hurt.

"And after," he said, a smile forming on his face. "I am going to show the world just how much I love you, Gracie."

I sat up in bed, breathing hard. That night had only been a week ago, but it seemed like it had happened so long ago. I missed Cedric. I missed him more than anything in the world. I felt tears form in my eyes, and I sunk back onto my bed, clutching my blanket around me, letting the tears fall. If only we had told people. I wouldn't be mourning alone. Fred and George knew, but they had known from the beginning, had even helped me hide our relationship from my father.

"Gracie?" A soft voice asked. It was Alicia, one of Fred and George's teammates. She was sitting up, looking at me with concern. "Are you alright?"

"No," I whispered, wanting nothing more than to be lying next to Cedric. I needed him.