To my son Cedric
My wonderful son Cedric,
I waited with the crowd in the stands
just waiting,
for you to come running out of that maze
with a big proud smile on your face
Dumbledore calling out your name
triwizard tournament of
the 21st century winner.
As Fudge hands you the Triwizard cup
But when you did come out of
that maze you were not running
but carried by frigthened little boy.
Oh how my heart broke,
when Fudge annouced you dead.
I have always dreamed of
watching you marry the girl
of your dreams.
And telling your kids
all about the day
you became a
triwizard champion.
But now you have been taken away
so have all those memories that
we will never get to expirance.
I hope you- know- who will burn
in the pits of hell for what
he has done to you.
I love you more than words
could ever say.
Your father
Amos Diggory.