"What do you mean?" I breathed. I wasn't related to Jacob! But I got the feeling they weren't talking about him.
"Don't listen to him Bella!" Harry gasped and Voldemort laughed.
"Oh, but what would I gain from lying about this?" Voldemort smiled and I shivered. I couldn't take.
"My dad's Charlie Swan and my mum is Renee-" I said determined to drown my doubt.
"Your father is Sirius Black," He snared.
"No!" Harry yelled, but we could clearly hear the doubt in his voice.
"Charlie would have told me," I persisted.
"True, he might of, but he couldn't have because he thought he was your father, a charm was put on him to think that way and for your mother too," Voldemort said and I felt like one hundred pounds had been dropped onto me.
I desperately tried to think of a way that this could be false, but I came up with nothing.
"Bella," I faintly heard Harry call my name, but I wasn't listening.
"And this just gets better and better, Harry why don't you tell darling Bella why?" Voldemort sneered.
I looked at Harry, who seemed to be pleading with his eyes. Why would he do that?
"You knew!" I gasped at him and he hung his head down.
"Bella- listen, I wasn't sure, the presents had-" Harry tried to justify himself.
"You still should have told me!" I screamed at him.
"And even better, it's not just him that knew," Voldemort grinned, "But almost all the teachers in Hogwarts and most importantly one of the most trusted men in the whole wizarding world-"
"Dumbledore," I whispered in disbelief looking down, I heard Voldemort laugh.
He saw how broken I was and snorted is disgust before walking up to Harry.
I wasn't watching anymore, my head in my hands I felt a tear slip down my face.
Cedric.
I suddenly remembered, I ran over to him on shaky legs. He looked terrible, his shirt torn and dirty.
I lifted his head onto my lap and picked a leaf out of his hair. I got my wand out desperately trying to remember any spell that could help him. I tried a few, but they all failed.
"Bella," He breathed.
"I'm here," I assured him, before trying a 'repairo' spell, that did nothing, but sew his shirt up a little.
"I love you," He said in a sad tone, I looked at him to see the hope gone from his eyes.
"No! Don't talk like that! You're going to be alright, I just need to remember that bloody spell-" I said frantically trying every spell I knew.
"It's too late," he said simply and I stop and stared at him a tear dropping from my eye.
"No, it's not," I denied wiping my tear, "I'm going to do this," None of the spells were working! I swore in frustration.
"Bella," Cedric placed a hand on mine taking the wand out of it. I looked at him, trying to imagine spending my life without him.
"I don't want you to go," I said my voice cracking.
"I will always be here," He said placing a hand on my chest.
"That's not good enough, I love you," I said tears streaming down my face.
"I love you too," Cedric whispered, "And although I won't be there to ask you obscure jokes, or to cradle you to sleep or to kiss you goodnight, I will always be there in your memories and heart,"
I looked into his eyes still alive with colour not wanting to forget him ever. I tried to swallow, but couldn't.
"What will I do without you?" I asked not even trying to wipe my tears.
"Look beautiful, get good grades, fall in love and live happily ever after," Cedric said a tear falling from his eye when he mentioned love.
"But, I love you," I whispered.
"I love you Isabella Marie Swan. Just don't take life too seriously no one, end up alive anyway," He whispered before closing his eyes, I leaned down and took his last breath with a kiss.
"I love you," I whispered again, but this time there was no answer.
Cedric Diggory had gone.