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The Storm
Thunder was crashing down, echoing through the walls of Hogwarts. Through sporadic flashes of lightning, a small boy was huddled in the window of the Astronomy Tower. Tears rolling down his face, he sat there silently watching the storm create chaos.
He never noticed the cold, or the lashing rain that covered him. His thoughts centred on the Hufflepuff boy that died that week. A friend, ally, and above all, a hero.
He could still hear the raspy voice echoing in his head, "kill the spare!", and the sudden thud which signalled a fallen body. Oh yes, he knew who killed him alright, that snivelling worthless bastard that was his parents friend.
He shivered suddenly, gently touching the scar on his arm, a painful reminder that his enemy was back, restored in full, thanks to him.
A painful sob escaped him, deafened by the thunder. A vision of his parents, Cedric asking him to take back his body. His mind swirled in grief and anger. Why couldnt it be him, why did Cedric have to pay. He shouldnt have made him take the cup, then none of this wouldnt have happened.
Then he remembered Crouch, how could he have been fooled by him? He knew something was going on as soon as his name was chosen. But no, he got too caught up in the tournament, wasnt as careful as he could have, and now he alone was left.
The students of Durmstrang and Beauxbaton had long gone, the school seemingly overshadowed in grief. He remembered the Leaving Feast, the whispers and comments that broke out as soon as Dumbledore finished his speech. Nobody believed him, he knew that. A sudden surge of anger suprised him. Hate for Voldemort,
and that piece of slime, Wormtail.
Then with a sudden realization, he noticed he was cold and wet, almost frozen to the spot. He looked at his watch, but remembered it was broke, damaged by the lake during the 2nd Task.
The weight of everything suddenly fell on him, and he burst into silent tears. It wasnt fair, he was only a child, he shouldnt have to worry about Voldemort or his friends dying, but he also knew that somehow it was his burden to bear. Almost like they were fated to meet time and time again, till one of them was dead.
Slowly he got up, and wrapped himself in his invisibilty cloak. He had to finish packing, as the train would be leaving in a few hours. "Goodbye Cedric!" he whispered behind him, as he walked down the stairs, the thunder cracked loudly, as if in reply.
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The Storm
Thunder was crashing down, echoing through the walls of Hogwarts. Through sporadic flashes of lightning, a small boy was huddled in the window of the Astronomy Tower. Tears rolling down his face, he sat there silently watching the storm create chaos.
He never noticed the cold, or the lashing rain that covered him. His thoughts centred on the Hufflepuff boy that died that week. A friend, ally, and above all, a hero.
He could still hear the raspy voice echoing in his head, "kill the spare!", and the sudden thud which signalled a fallen body. Oh yes, he knew who killed him alright, that snivelling worthless bastard that was his parents friend.
He shivered suddenly, gently touching the scar on his arm, a painful reminder that his enemy was back, restored in full, thanks to him.
A painful sob escaped him, deafened by the thunder. A vision of his parents, Cedric asking him to take back his body. His mind swirled in grief and anger. Why couldnt it be him, why did Cedric have to pay. He shouldnt have made him take the cup, then none of this wouldnt have happened.
Then he remembered Crouch, how could he have been fooled by him? He knew something was going on as soon as his name was chosen. But no, he got too caught up in the tournament, wasnt as careful as he could have, and now he alone was left.
The students of Durmstrang and Beauxbaton had long gone, the school seemingly overshadowed in grief. He remembered the Leaving Feast, the whispers and comments that broke out as soon as Dumbledore finished his speech. Nobody believed him, he knew that. A sudden surge of anger suprised him. Hate for Voldemort,
and that piece of slime, Wormtail.
Then with a sudden realization, he noticed he was cold and wet, almost frozen to the spot. He looked at his watch, but remembered it was broke, damaged by the lake during the 2nd Task.
The weight of everything suddenly fell on him, and he burst into silent tears. It wasnt fair, he was only a child, he shouldnt have to worry about Voldemort or his friends dying, but he also knew that somehow it was his burden to bear. Almost like they were fated to meet time and time again, till one of them was dead.
Slowly he got up, and wrapped himself in his invisibilty cloak. He had to finish packing, as the train would be leaving in a few hours. "Goodbye Cedric!" he whispered behind him, as he walked down the stairs, the thunder cracked loudly, as if in reply.
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