She is short, but like I said I really didn't want to waste a lot of time with year four, five through seven are more important. Well six more than five. Anyway, enjoy.
The final tournament came quickly, as I sat beside my brother. Our father couldn't be here, and I knew why. He was back undercover now Voldemort was returning. While all I could do was just sit there and watch the game, like a pathetic bystander. Knowing that something awful was about to happen, and I was not allowed nor could I interfere to stop it. That has been the ultimate decision, the ultimate sacrifice that I had to make. It was either I stayed and watched the games, like everybody else; or I lost my right to return to Hogwarts. I chose to be a bystander, much to my father and Snape's disapproval. So they wanted me safe, they wanted me far away from Hogwarts for when the dark lord returned. It was Dumbledore who ultimately convinced my father that I needed to stay and that I had worked too hard on my grades, I would be incredibly cruel to take me away from my classmates. Which is why all I can do now is watch.
"Earlier today Professor Moody placed the Triwizard cup deep within the maze. Only he knows its exact position now as mr. Diggory-" Dumbledore began, but was interrupted by cheers and Applause. "And Mr. Potter tied for first position they will be the first to enter the maze followed by Mr. Krum." Do bulgarians probably cheered the loudest out of everybody there, I caught eyes with some of the Bulgarians and they glared at me. Why I did not know, but it was probably due to the fact that I had rejected their champion on multiple occasions. "The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter, if at any point should a contestant wish to withdraw from the tasks he or she needs only send up a red Sparks with their wants. Contestants, gather around."
"Wonder what the old coot is saying to them?" Draco commented to me, he did not know; but I in a way did.
"The maze has a way of manipulating one's mine. That is what Dumbledore is explaining to the contestants. " I explained to my brother oh, well he just kind of gave me a look.
"I didn't need to know that." He told me rather loudly, but he had a smile on his face that told me he wasn't angry with me. Perhaps a little annoyed however. "You know your visions are annoying sometimes?"
"Believe me, I know." I replied, ignoring Dumbledore's counting. My attention only grabbed by the cannon for Potter and Diggory to begin. "Hope Diggory wins the cup. " I said casually to make it appear I was interested, as I noted Moody staring at me again.
"Ya know Dumbledore rigged the game, Potter is going to win." Astoria snorted simply, from her place beside Draco.
Actually he is going to lose, I longed to explain; but was forbidden. Dumbledore assured me I would be expelled, if I ever revealed what I had seen. Especially to my brother. Dad had also told me that Draco did not need to know. "You're probably right Astoria, after all he is The Golden Child."
"It was disgusting when he came shooting up from the black lake like that." Draco commented. "As if he was some sort of hero. " I mean I couldn't help but agree, but I didn't know what it was like underneath the Black Lake; nor did I want to know.
A red flare could be seen, signaling that someone wanted to forfeit. It was Fleur, no surprise there. "Saw that coming a mile a way." Astoria commented, she was now talking with Daphne, her sister who was beside her. An hour later Krum forfeited the match, leaving Potter and Diggory left.
"Please let Diggory be alright." I muttered, barely did I even hear my voice.
Draco however heard me, as he gazed at me. He knew I knew something, but he didn't push. His arms wrapped around me, right as Potter portkey into the arena.
"He's back!" He screeched in pain, laying over what I knew to be Diggory's body. "Voldemort is back, Cedric asked me to bring back his body. I couldn't leave him." The boy sobbed, and I felt pain in my heart. Getting up to run down in disbelief, while Professor Snape grabbed me.
"Professor, let me go." I begged, as he held on to me.
He did not, as I heard Mr. Diggory's heart piercing scream of pain. His son was indeed gone from this world, I could not even fathom what he must feel. I did know Potter would be blamed, even if it wasn't his fault. Voldemort had killed my friend, and I wasn't there to stop it. "This was not your fault." I heard Professor Snape, as I began to cry. Sob right into his black cladded form.
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"Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard-working, intricately fair-minded, and most importantly a fierce fierce friend. I think therefore 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 think would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this Dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us that while we come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain oh, you remember that. And we'll celebrate a boy who is kind and honest and brave and true right to the very end." We were all gathered in the Great Hall except for Potter, he was for my understanding and his bedroom and the Gryffindor common room. I stood there with my friends, and listened to Dumbledore as he went on, and could not help but agree with what he said. Cedric Diggory will die in vain if we forget who he was, if we forget how he died. If we do not stop the coming future.
"You were right about Moody." Granger told me, and I just nodded numb from yesterday. Numb at what the future may hold, numb that I may not be able to stop it...but I was damn sure going to try.
Will Amelia be able save anyone? If so who?
Please answer with your thoughts.
Nature Faustus
