He Will Be Rembered

by lTigerMoonl

Cedric Diggory had a younger sister, Cecilia. And she is more than most would expect, as her new friends and a certain Weasley soon learn. Will she be able to handle nasty teachers, unexpected romances, Cedric's death, and her father, currently in St. Mungo's? And most importantly, can she convince the wizarding world that Voldemort has returned while keeping Cedric's memory alive.

1. Prolouge

He will be Remembered

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Thanks to J.K.R for inspiring so many of us.

Ginny

"Cecilia, I go by Cielie," the girl with curly hazel hair says.

"Ginny, Ginny Weasley," I say.

"You're Harry Potter's friend, aren't you," she says.

"Yeah. Hey you're Cedric Diggory's younger sister, right," I ask.

"I was," she answers.

"Oh right, I shouldn't have asked," I say a little ashamed of myself.

"No, no it's fine," she says, her hair I notice has streaks of turquoise in it. I remember the weirdest facts about people. Like the fact that Harry never wears matching socks, and Neville always walks with his left foot forwards.

The ride to Hogwarts isn't boring and Cielie keeps Luna and I quite entertained. She is extremely good at imitating people and is doing an imitation of Draco Malfoy when he comes in. "My father will hear about this!" Cielie says in a perfect replication of Draco's whiny voice.

"My father really will hear about this," the real Draco Malfoy says, "unlike yours. I heard from the minister the other day that Amos Diggory was in St. Mungo's. I also heard that your mum died two years ago. Wonder who you're staying with at home, not all alone I hope?"

"It's none of your business where my father is or whether or not I'm living alone right now or not!" Cielie retorts, her wand in hand.

"Come on Cielie, he's not worth it," Luna says, pulling Cielie back.

"Oh, hello Loony. Shouldn't you be locked up in St. Mungo's too," Malfoy sneers.

"Leave them alone, Malfoy," I say, preparing myself to fire a particularly nasty hex that Fred and George taught me. "Get out of our compartment, now!" I steel myself and begin to mutter the incantation under my breath. A spurt of black goo explodes from my wand; it splashes into Malfoy's surprised face. And then the boils begin to erupt from his face, each a painful pustule filled with blood.

Cielie and Luna begin to laugh as Malfoy flees the compartment with Crabbe and Goyle at his heels. "Where'd you learn that hex?" Cielie asks through laughs.

"It was quite spectacular," Luna remarks.

"Fred and George, where else," I answer, Cielie may not know Luna and I very well, but Fred and George are legends at Hogwarts.

"Think you could teach me sometime?" Cielie asks, still a little breathless from laughing.

"I don't see why not; we'll just have to find a good place to practice. I doubt Professor McGonagall would appreciate us doing it in the Common Room," I reply tucking my wand back into the folds of my robes.

We change into our Hogwarts robes and spend the rest of the train ride discussing our classes and wondering when the first Hogsmeade weekend is. Finally, we arrive and Fred and George wave me over to their carriage. Cielie and Luna trail along. "We saw Malfoy, he doesn't look too happy. Those pustules are more than enough to ruin any ones' day. And we should know sis, we invented them," Fred tells us as the carriage brings us closer to Hogwarts.

"Nice work on the hex," George comments as we pull around the last corner, and there, looking beautiful in the dark, is Hogwarts.