Ding, ding, ding! Cedric awoke to the deafening sound of a bell. Drowsy, Cedric glanced over to the foggy mirror, positioned in the corner of the room. He cautiously slid out of the bed, and sluggishly scuffed over to the mirror. Cedric slowly brought his delicate hand up to his face, staring at the faint scar on his face. Memories flowed back through his distressed mind, of that horrific night.

"Breakfast time!" a voice shouted from downstairs, followed by a stampede of people, racing each other to the dining table. This broke Cedric out of his trance. He sighed, and gloomily made his way downstairs.

"Come on Cedric!" Fred Weasley bellowed, as he sprinted past the miserable boy, 'accidentally' nudging him into the solid wall.

"Cheer up lad," the father figure of the house, Arthur, soothed, as Cedric made his way down the wooden staircase. "Come with us to the Quidditch World Cup this afternoon. It'll take your mind off of things." Arthur offered whilst glancing at the boy and noticing him show a slight smile. This was the first time that the Weasley family had seen Cedric smile, since they had offered him to move into the Burrow.

Cedric sluggishly pushed open the door of the Burrow, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. He directed his deep grey eyes to his hand, which he brought up to eye-level. Cedric observed his hand closely, squinting. He noticed that his hand was shaking severely. He sobbed silently to himself as the memories of that horrific night flowed back through his vulnerable mind. Approaching the two eldest Weasley boys, William and Charlie, he saw that they were setting up the dining tables, as there were too many people staying in the Burrow. Cedric glanced at the eldest, Bill, and noticed his long red hair, which was tied up into a ponytail, and he was wearing what looked like gothic clothes. He looked over to the other boy setting up the tables. He appeared to have a broad, well-mannered face, and looked slightly like Ron and Percy, except he was shorter and stubbier.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Both of the boys shouted, and the levitating tables were gently put in place.

Cedric was sitting down at breakfast, gently slurping his soup, staring up after every spoonful, watching Fred and George demolish their breakfast. He scanned the table of Weasley's, looking quite puzzled at their behaviour. Recently, Percy attained a job at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of International Magical Co-operation, and was deep in conversation with Mr Weasley about his new boss, Mr Barty Crouch. Mrs Weasley was complaining to the eldest son, Bill, about his dreadful hair-do, threatening to cut his ghastly ponytail off. Fred and George kicked back their chairs at the same time and raced up the stairs excitedly to their room on the second floor, nudging each other out of the way.

"Wow, you can tell they are excited." Ginny sarcastically commented. The rest of the Weasley family left the table, leaving Harry, Hermione and Ron with the miserable Cedric. Cedric remained in his seat, miserably staring at his breakfast, swirling his spoon through his soup. The breakfast table awkwardly fell silent. Hermione shuffled over to Ron, with the screeching of the chair on the uneven ground echoing throughout the orchard.

"Say something," Hermione whispered into Ron's ear. Nervously, Ron cleared his throat.

"Heh, are you excited for the World Cup?" Ron's voice echoed throughout the awkward atmosphere.

"Yeah, I guess so. I love Quidditch, so it will be fun." Cedric mumbled, continuing on running his spoon through the soup.

"Cedric, your home is at the Burrow now, with us." Molly stated, emerging out of the front door. "We're here for you, we'll look after you. Your father wouldn't want you to be down about his death. If you wish, we will be there at the court hearing." Molly soothed, enveloping Cedric in a warm hug. "He's proud of you, I hope you know that."

"Thank you. Thank you all for allowing me to stay here, for everything." Cedric said gratefully, expressing a slight smile once again.

"Come on; let's get ready for the World Cup!" Ron eagerly announced.