The next morning, everyone was dressed in their very best for the service in memory of Cedric. Fred and George where looking dapper in their black suits while Iris looked mournful in her black dress.

They headed for the Great Hall together, along with everybody else; Iris could see almost all of the seats were filled and Dumbledore was perched at the front of the room.

"Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard working, infinitely fair-minded, and most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend. Therefore, I feel you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered, by Lord Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so I feel would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and, reminds us, that though we may come from different countries and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one." Iris wiped her eyes as the words hit her.

"In light of the recent events, the bonds of friendship made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that, and we'll celebrate a boy who was kind, and honest, and brave, and true; right to the very end." Dumbledore ended calmly.

Everyone in the Great Hall was in low spirits; even Fred and George were not cracking jokes.

At the end of the service, George and Iris went for a walk around the edge of the lake. They didn't talk during their time together; they both seemed to need to get away from it all and get some fresh air.

Iris turned to George and gave him a much needed hug but it was interrupted by Professor Snape. "Miss Blackthorne, Professor Dumbledore needs to see you in his office, now." He briskly turned away and strode back up to the castle.

They both looked at each other as they meandered slowly back up to the castle as well. Iris left George with Fred and she made her way to Dumbledore's office.