Chapter Ten
Funeral
The Great Hall is silent. The banners are black. Nobody moves or speaks besides Dumbledore. He sits in his chair, unsure of what to say. He finally stands.
"Today we acknowledge a terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard working, infinitely open minded, and, most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend. And I think you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered! By Lord Voldemort!" He continues to talk to us, telling us Cedric did not die in vain, and that we should always remember him.
After the funeral, we say goodbye to the students from the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. They take off on their journey home. Mona and I finally meet up with Fred and George. We had sat separately at the funeral.
"You guys alright?" Fred asks us. We nod. He opens his arms and I walk into them, accepting his embrace. He looks down at me and smiles. He pecks me on the forehead and I hear Mona clear her throat.
"So, anything you want to tell us?" She asks, raising her eyebrows. Fred and I stop hugging but he keeps his arm around my shoulder. He laughs nervously and wipes a hand over his face.
"Come on," he says, "we're gonna miss the train."