Harry Potter and the Locket of Trinity: Chapter Eleven
A/N: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Okay, now that that's out of my system, we can begin.
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Harry and Trinity were speeding along the Hogwarts grounds, long having left the comfort of the quidditch pitch, chasing that rogue snitch. The golden walnut fluttered lazily into the Forbidden Forest, long out of the boundaries that restricted it, smiling as best as an inanimate object could.
A few seconds after Trinny had entered the thicket of trees, something registered in her brain. This wasn't allowed, they were breaking the rules. and what in Sam Hell was the snitch doing?? Something was wrong. Suddenly Trinny yanked up her Comet Two-Sixty and performed one of those pinpoint turns, soaring right out of the Forbidden Forest with a jolt of fear. What was going on?
"Harry? Harry! Come back, it's not worth it, okay? I give!" Trinny called into the dense foliage, trying to get her opponent to return to safety. But the boy was too far gone to hear her, and the forest possessed a quality that snuffed out any words of warning. Pretty soon, Harry was so deep in the forest that he couldn't've heard if the castle had exploded.
After about five minutes of pursuing the snitch, weaving in and out of trees and ducking low-lying branches, Harry finally began thinking clearly. The excitement of the chase had thrown any rational thoughts out of his head, but the cool leaves swatting at his face puzzled him. There weren't any leaves on the quidditch pitch. HE WASN'T IN THE PITCH.
"What the." Harry said aloud to nobody in particular, looking around him and seeing for the first time that he was in the forest. "I'm dead. McGonagall's gonna murder me." he whispered, before turning around and zooming back the other way.
Wait, but had he come from that direction? Or was it from the other way? He had taken so many twists and turns following that bloody snitch that he couldn't remember where he had come from. "I'm screwed." he shouted in rage to the surrounding trees. They quivered angrily in response.
Looking around for a way out, Harry saw the snitch hovering over his head. "You've gotten me into a lot of trouble before, but I think this takes the cake." he said aloud to it. Dammit, I'm talking to things that don't talk back. Again. he thought to himself stupidly.
"Don't worry, it's a mistake many could make. I know I would've done the same thing." something replied to Harry.
IT WAS THE SNITCH.
"The hell is going on?" Harry roared, shooting backwards on his broom and whacking the back of his head against a tree trunk. The tree didn't seem to like that much, and it hit him back. Harry zoomed out of the great oak's reach, and stared in awe at the snitch.
It didn't have a mouth; no other sound emitting orifice on it's surface. And yet Harry was positive it had spoken. You're an idiot, of course the snitch didn't say something to you. Must be someone lurking in the forest. the little voice in Harry's head pointed out logically.
"Who's there?!" Harry called, hoping both for a response and no response at the same time.
"Yoo hoo, Harry dear, I'm right here." the voice answered. And then, probably the result of an uncanny coincidence, the snitch began flying about wildly and even whacked Harry in the head twice.
"Where?! Show yourself!" he commanded. Surely it couldn't be the snitch. it must be something evil controlling the it. Maybe someone even transfigured themselves into the snitch, although Harry remembered Professor McGonagall saying that people could only transform themselves into other living things, and when living things were transformed into inert objects, they could only stay that way for a short while.
Harry recalled this only too vividly when Ron's coat buttons that he had transfigured from beetles had abruptly transformed themselves back into beetles. And as if that impromptu switch-a-roo wasn't enough, the so-called buttons were still attached to the redhead's coat. He had screamed for a full minute and a half, before squashing them into the common room floor. The memory usually brought reminiscent tears of laughter to Harry's eyes, but at this moment he was scared to death.
After a long, deliberating pause, the snitch - no, the THING, finally answered Harry's command. "Fine then. But you have to promise not to cry out or run away. This is a matter of utmost importance, Harry. Trust me."
Harry nodded curtly, secretly getting his wand ready for a stunning spell.
"Alright," the thing sighed. "Here goes." And with that a high, squealing noise began coming from the snitch. The golden walnut began to twist and contort, as if something were trapped inside and trying to get out. A loud popping noise made Harry jump, like that of a balloon bursting, and a soft, greenish mist seeped through the puncture in the golden surface. A greenish mist that was taking the form of a person. or what used to be a person.
Harry screamed and brought out his wand, pointing it straight at the ghost standing before him, the snitch having fallen uselessly to the ground like an empty shell. Because the thing was indeed a ghost, the very same translucent green cadaver that had haunted Harry as he tried to capture the snitch earlier that day.
"Shhh!" the ghost beckoned through it's white mask, walking over to Harry and swooshing his arms around violently.
But Harry continued screaming, and somehow managed to both scream and send a disarming spell soaring at the ghost at the same time. The spell just went right through him.
Hello?? Anyone upstairs? Spells classified as Definition Required must have something substantial to hit. Use a different spell! Harry's voice of sarcastic reason commanded. Well duh, he had known that. Hadn't done that, but he'd known it all the same.
Without another thought, Harry raised his wand once more and shouted "Sai Pronungrum!" It was a distortion hex, and did its job well. The ghost became blurry and began shrinking inch by inch, writhing in protest.
"No, Harry, please! I must tell you something, you have to know. IT'S ABOUT VOLDEMORT!!" the ghost pleaded. It's last request shocked Harry into lowering his wand and discontinuing the Distortion Hex.
The ghost fell to the forest floor, shaking all over. "Th-thank you."
"What was that you said?" Harry demanded coldly, wand still poised for another attack if the ghost tried to pull anything funny.
"Voldemort. it's about Voldemort. So important. please, just hear me out."
Harry's cold expression flickered for a moment, showing worry and fear behind his eyes. "What about Voldemort? Is he up to something, are people in danger?"
"People are always in danger when he is present," the ghost said sadly, shaking his head. Harry stayed silent, prodding him on. "The attack a few weeks ago - on the twenty-three muggles. That was a sign, Harry, a calling for all death eaters to return to their master. They are going to execute something big. it involves you."
"Me?" Harry whispered.
"You escaped the night of the Third Task, and even though Voldemort was revived, his followers were wavered by your battle with him. He needs you dead to prove himself, to display his utter power and domination. And if you're his trophy, the rest of the magical world will be shocked into submission."
"So he's after me again." Harry spat, disgusted. It didn't surprise him, he'd been expecting as much ever since he got away. But now that it was confirmed.
"You must be careful, Harry. You have special powers, consequences of surviving the Avada Kedavra Curse. That curse always has its side-effects." the ghost moaned mournfully.
Suddenly, something in Harry's head cried out. Could it be.? "That night of the third task. hardly anybody knows about it."
The ghost looked around in panic. "I - erm, learned things. When I died."
"How did you die?" Harry persisted. If he was right.
There was a long silence. "The Killing Curse, Avada Kedavra." he answered.
Now everything was falling into place, Harry's mind working in overdrive. No wonder the ghost knew about what happened that night of the Third Task. he had been there. He had died that night, and been resurrected, also. That cold voice commanding his demise. "Kill the spare."
"Cedric?" Harry whispered, lowering his wand and taking a step towards his old quidditch and TriWizard adversary.
There was no response, just pleading eyes that looked up at Harry through that white mask dolefully. His shadowy form peeked back at Harry through memories, the same form that had trickled out of Voldemort's wand as Priori Incantatem had been activated. Cedric Diggory's ghost. Even then, standing in that golden orb as the deceased came out of the Dark Lord's wand, Cedric had had a greenish tinge to his body. All of the ghosts had, Bertha Jorkins, James and Lily Potter. it must be the mark of the Killing Curse.
"I was so young, Harry, and I didn't want to die." Cedric sobbed, silvery tears streaming out from under the mask. Harry'd never seen a ghost cry before. He didn't know they were able to. "So I came back. I couldn't stand to let Voldemort end my existence that easily, and I was given a choice. Since I was killed with so many things left undone, they let me come back to Hogwarts. At least, until I am done and weary."
"They?" Harry whispered, wondering what sort of beings Cedric had talked to from the Other Side.
The ghost went on as if Harry hadn't've spoken. "It gets harder and harder to go on every day, the pull of death is so strong.. and I am so tired. It hurts so much to see everyone so alive, all my friends going on without me. At my funeral they said that they were the ones that were left behind, but they were wrong. I was the one left behind." Slowly, the ghost removed his white mask, revealing the face that haunted so many of Harry's dreams. The face that had blankly stared up at him from the cold cemetery earth, the face that had asked him to take his body back through the portkey for burial.
"Cedric, I'm so sorry." Harry breathed.
"Don't feel sorry for me, Harry. I had to die, and I see now that I am more useful in this state than I could ever be if I was still alive."
"Don't say that!"
"But it's true!" Cedric roared, throwing up his arms in protest. "Kedavra gave me special powers, I can go anywhere, inhabit anything. you saw what I did with the snitch."
"You were in the snitch?"
"I guess you could say that. You see, the Curse took only my soul, so I am more free than the other ghosts here. Even though they are no more solid than I, a part of their body is still with them. They have one more dimension than I do. So, I can possess anything. Even anyone, if I wanted to. And without that aide, I would'nt've found out the things I did."
Harry's mind was scrambled. Giving up on trying to analyze Cedric's state versus Nearly Headless Nick's, he moved on to the subject of how he used these 'powers.' "So you were spying on Voldemort? You found some things out?"
Cedric smiled, a woeful attempt at recovering from his tears. "I inhabited a Death Eater's cloak, a man named Newton Holster. It took all I had not to strangle him then and there, because the Other Side would've pulled me right out of here. I accompanied him to every Death Eater meeting, picking up scraps of information. I fed them to the various ghosts at Hogwarts, and they wrote anonymous notes to the Ministry for me."
"Couldn't you just write them yourself?" Harry asked.
"Sadly, no. You see, since I have no part of my solid body with me now, I cannot manipulate objects like the other, normal ghosts can. This state comes with a price."
Harry nodded, pondering the thought of 'normal' ghosts. "What did you find out?"
"Oh, not much, actually. Being a Death Eater isn't as interesting as you'd think, mostly just brooding and complaining. I had to ditch Holster's cloak and attach myself to Lucius Malfoy's. He's in Voldemort's inner circle, so that's when the juicy stuff began."
Harry grunted with rage upon hearing Lucius Malfoy's name. That little scam was a Death Eater, and if only he could get pegged for it.
Cedric continued. "Turns out the only thing encompassing Voldemort's mind these days is you, Harry. Your link is even stronger these days since your blood runs through his veins, and your mother's protection is in him also. He's been nurturing that link, until he can see almost anything you see when you're guard is down and your mind is open. Fortunately, when your guard is down you're either sleeping or sitting through a boring History of Magic class. They're trying to find a way to see other things through your eyes, such as Dumbledore, or Snape, or anything else of interest."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "So they can't see this meeting right now?"
"I don't think so," Cedric answered. "The way you were so freaked out a second ago by my exiting the snitch, I doubt you were any where near off guard."
Suddenly, Cedric looked sharply to the right, like his ears were picking up some far-away sound. "Your friend is calling you, Harry. I take it she's worried sick about you, you'd better get going."
Harry listened for a second, but he heard nothing. "When can I speak with you again?"
"I don't know. when I come across something you should be aware of, I'll let you know. Believe me, you'll know it's me." Cedric answered with a wink, replacing his mask once again.
"See you around, Cedric." Harry called, as the ghost began to fade away.
"Yeah. See you, Harry. And good luck with your girlfriend. She's special Harry, I can see it. Hang on to her. You never know when you'll be ripped apart."
Cedric was gone before Harry could say that Trinity wasn't his girlfriend. Indeed, he wasn't sure if he wanted to object to it.
Suddenly, the snitch rose and, as if led on an invisible leash, began drifting away. Harry hopped back on his Firebolt and followed the thing that had caused him so much aggravation that day. Much aggravation, and much knowledge.
"Oh Harry, Harry! I was so worried something had happened to you!" Trinny shrieked as soon as Harry's familiar face had emerged from the Forbidden Forest. She rushed up to him, running right past the floating snitch, and threw her arms around his neck.
"Well, that was stupid of me." Harry chastised himself nonchalantly.
Trinny swatted him upside the head. "It certainly was! How dare you do that, you had me frantic!"
"Sorry about that. Guess I just got caught up in the game." Harry said, smiling sheepishly.
"Ugh, boys." she said, shaking her head. And then, arm in arm, Harry and Trinny walked back to the quidditch pitch where the rest of their Gryffindors were still playing the game. In the fifteen minutes they had been gone, the two seekers weren't even missed.
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A/N: Oooo, likey-likey?? I thought it might be interesting if I brought Cedric back as a ghost, and I made up all that jazz about the Avada Kedavra Curse giving special powers. Was it ingenious, or was humiliating to the name of Joanne Katherine Rowling? Tell me, tell me, I must know! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!
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A/N: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Okay, now that that's out of my system, we can begin.
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Harry and Trinity were speeding along the Hogwarts grounds, long having left the comfort of the quidditch pitch, chasing that rogue snitch. The golden walnut fluttered lazily into the Forbidden Forest, long out of the boundaries that restricted it, smiling as best as an inanimate object could.
A few seconds after Trinny had entered the thicket of trees, something registered in her brain. This wasn't allowed, they were breaking the rules. and what in Sam Hell was the snitch doing?? Something was wrong. Suddenly Trinny yanked up her Comet Two-Sixty and performed one of those pinpoint turns, soaring right out of the Forbidden Forest with a jolt of fear. What was going on?
"Harry? Harry! Come back, it's not worth it, okay? I give!" Trinny called into the dense foliage, trying to get her opponent to return to safety. But the boy was too far gone to hear her, and the forest possessed a quality that snuffed out any words of warning. Pretty soon, Harry was so deep in the forest that he couldn't've heard if the castle had exploded.
After about five minutes of pursuing the snitch, weaving in and out of trees and ducking low-lying branches, Harry finally began thinking clearly. The excitement of the chase had thrown any rational thoughts out of his head, but the cool leaves swatting at his face puzzled him. There weren't any leaves on the quidditch pitch. HE WASN'T IN THE PITCH.
"What the." Harry said aloud to nobody in particular, looking around him and seeing for the first time that he was in the forest. "I'm dead. McGonagall's gonna murder me." he whispered, before turning around and zooming back the other way.
Wait, but had he come from that direction? Or was it from the other way? He had taken so many twists and turns following that bloody snitch that he couldn't remember where he had come from. "I'm screwed." he shouted in rage to the surrounding trees. They quivered angrily in response.
Looking around for a way out, Harry saw the snitch hovering over his head. "You've gotten me into a lot of trouble before, but I think this takes the cake." he said aloud to it. Dammit, I'm talking to things that don't talk back. Again. he thought to himself stupidly.
"Don't worry, it's a mistake many could make. I know I would've done the same thing." something replied to Harry.
IT WAS THE SNITCH.
"The hell is going on?" Harry roared, shooting backwards on his broom and whacking the back of his head against a tree trunk. The tree didn't seem to like that much, and it hit him back. Harry zoomed out of the great oak's reach, and stared in awe at the snitch.
It didn't have a mouth; no other sound emitting orifice on it's surface. And yet Harry was positive it had spoken. You're an idiot, of course the snitch didn't say something to you. Must be someone lurking in the forest. the little voice in Harry's head pointed out logically.
"Who's there?!" Harry called, hoping both for a response and no response at the same time.
"Yoo hoo, Harry dear, I'm right here." the voice answered. And then, probably the result of an uncanny coincidence, the snitch began flying about wildly and even whacked Harry in the head twice.
"Where?! Show yourself!" he commanded. Surely it couldn't be the snitch. it must be something evil controlling the it. Maybe someone even transfigured themselves into the snitch, although Harry remembered Professor McGonagall saying that people could only transform themselves into other living things, and when living things were transformed into inert objects, they could only stay that way for a short while.
Harry recalled this only too vividly when Ron's coat buttons that he had transfigured from beetles had abruptly transformed themselves back into beetles. And as if that impromptu switch-a-roo wasn't enough, the so-called buttons were still attached to the redhead's coat. He had screamed for a full minute and a half, before squashing them into the common room floor. The memory usually brought reminiscent tears of laughter to Harry's eyes, but at this moment he was scared to death.
After a long, deliberating pause, the snitch - no, the THING, finally answered Harry's command. "Fine then. But you have to promise not to cry out or run away. This is a matter of utmost importance, Harry. Trust me."
Harry nodded curtly, secretly getting his wand ready for a stunning spell.
"Alright," the thing sighed. "Here goes." And with that a high, squealing noise began coming from the snitch. The golden walnut began to twist and contort, as if something were trapped inside and trying to get out. A loud popping noise made Harry jump, like that of a balloon bursting, and a soft, greenish mist seeped through the puncture in the golden surface. A greenish mist that was taking the form of a person. or what used to be a person.
Harry screamed and brought out his wand, pointing it straight at the ghost standing before him, the snitch having fallen uselessly to the ground like an empty shell. Because the thing was indeed a ghost, the very same translucent green cadaver that had haunted Harry as he tried to capture the snitch earlier that day.
"Shhh!" the ghost beckoned through it's white mask, walking over to Harry and swooshing his arms around violently.
But Harry continued screaming, and somehow managed to both scream and send a disarming spell soaring at the ghost at the same time. The spell just went right through him.
Hello?? Anyone upstairs? Spells classified as Definition Required must have something substantial to hit. Use a different spell! Harry's voice of sarcastic reason commanded. Well duh, he had known that. Hadn't done that, but he'd known it all the same.
Without another thought, Harry raised his wand once more and shouted "Sai Pronungrum!" It was a distortion hex, and did its job well. The ghost became blurry and began shrinking inch by inch, writhing in protest.
"No, Harry, please! I must tell you something, you have to know. IT'S ABOUT VOLDEMORT!!" the ghost pleaded. It's last request shocked Harry into lowering his wand and discontinuing the Distortion Hex.
The ghost fell to the forest floor, shaking all over. "Th-thank you."
"What was that you said?" Harry demanded coldly, wand still poised for another attack if the ghost tried to pull anything funny.
"Voldemort. it's about Voldemort. So important. please, just hear me out."
Harry's cold expression flickered for a moment, showing worry and fear behind his eyes. "What about Voldemort? Is he up to something, are people in danger?"
"People are always in danger when he is present," the ghost said sadly, shaking his head. Harry stayed silent, prodding him on. "The attack a few weeks ago - on the twenty-three muggles. That was a sign, Harry, a calling for all death eaters to return to their master. They are going to execute something big. it involves you."
"Me?" Harry whispered.
"You escaped the night of the Third Task, and even though Voldemort was revived, his followers were wavered by your battle with him. He needs you dead to prove himself, to display his utter power and domination. And if you're his trophy, the rest of the magical world will be shocked into submission."
"So he's after me again." Harry spat, disgusted. It didn't surprise him, he'd been expecting as much ever since he got away. But now that it was confirmed.
"You must be careful, Harry. You have special powers, consequences of surviving the Avada Kedavra Curse. That curse always has its side-effects." the ghost moaned mournfully.
Suddenly, something in Harry's head cried out. Could it be.? "That night of the third task. hardly anybody knows about it."
The ghost looked around in panic. "I - erm, learned things. When I died."
"How did you die?" Harry persisted. If he was right.
There was a long silence. "The Killing Curse, Avada Kedavra." he answered.
Now everything was falling into place, Harry's mind working in overdrive. No wonder the ghost knew about what happened that night of the Third Task. he had been there. He had died that night, and been resurrected, also. That cold voice commanding his demise. "Kill the spare."
"Cedric?" Harry whispered, lowering his wand and taking a step towards his old quidditch and TriWizard adversary.
There was no response, just pleading eyes that looked up at Harry through that white mask dolefully. His shadowy form peeked back at Harry through memories, the same form that had trickled out of Voldemort's wand as Priori Incantatem had been activated. Cedric Diggory's ghost. Even then, standing in that golden orb as the deceased came out of the Dark Lord's wand, Cedric had had a greenish tinge to his body. All of the ghosts had, Bertha Jorkins, James and Lily Potter. it must be the mark of the Killing Curse.
"I was so young, Harry, and I didn't want to die." Cedric sobbed, silvery tears streaming out from under the mask. Harry'd never seen a ghost cry before. He didn't know they were able to. "So I came back. I couldn't stand to let Voldemort end my existence that easily, and I was given a choice. Since I was killed with so many things left undone, they let me come back to Hogwarts. At least, until I am done and weary."
"They?" Harry whispered, wondering what sort of beings Cedric had talked to from the Other Side.
The ghost went on as if Harry hadn't've spoken. "It gets harder and harder to go on every day, the pull of death is so strong.. and I am so tired. It hurts so much to see everyone so alive, all my friends going on without me. At my funeral they said that they were the ones that were left behind, but they were wrong. I was the one left behind." Slowly, the ghost removed his white mask, revealing the face that haunted so many of Harry's dreams. The face that had blankly stared up at him from the cold cemetery earth, the face that had asked him to take his body back through the portkey for burial.
"Cedric, I'm so sorry." Harry breathed.
"Don't feel sorry for me, Harry. I had to die, and I see now that I am more useful in this state than I could ever be if I was still alive."
"Don't say that!"
"But it's true!" Cedric roared, throwing up his arms in protest. "Kedavra gave me special powers, I can go anywhere, inhabit anything. you saw what I did with the snitch."
"You were in the snitch?"
"I guess you could say that. You see, the Curse took only my soul, so I am more free than the other ghosts here. Even though they are no more solid than I, a part of their body is still with them. They have one more dimension than I do. So, I can possess anything. Even anyone, if I wanted to. And without that aide, I would'nt've found out the things I did."
Harry's mind was scrambled. Giving up on trying to analyze Cedric's state versus Nearly Headless Nick's, he moved on to the subject of how he used these 'powers.' "So you were spying on Voldemort? You found some things out?"
Cedric smiled, a woeful attempt at recovering from his tears. "I inhabited a Death Eater's cloak, a man named Newton Holster. It took all I had not to strangle him then and there, because the Other Side would've pulled me right out of here. I accompanied him to every Death Eater meeting, picking up scraps of information. I fed them to the various ghosts at Hogwarts, and they wrote anonymous notes to the Ministry for me."
"Couldn't you just write them yourself?" Harry asked.
"Sadly, no. You see, since I have no part of my solid body with me now, I cannot manipulate objects like the other, normal ghosts can. This state comes with a price."
Harry nodded, pondering the thought of 'normal' ghosts. "What did you find out?"
"Oh, not much, actually. Being a Death Eater isn't as interesting as you'd think, mostly just brooding and complaining. I had to ditch Holster's cloak and attach myself to Lucius Malfoy's. He's in Voldemort's inner circle, so that's when the juicy stuff began."
Harry grunted with rage upon hearing Lucius Malfoy's name. That little scam was a Death Eater, and if only he could get pegged for it.
Cedric continued. "Turns out the only thing encompassing Voldemort's mind these days is you, Harry. Your link is even stronger these days since your blood runs through his veins, and your mother's protection is in him also. He's been nurturing that link, until he can see almost anything you see when you're guard is down and your mind is open. Fortunately, when your guard is down you're either sleeping or sitting through a boring History of Magic class. They're trying to find a way to see other things through your eyes, such as Dumbledore, or Snape, or anything else of interest."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "So they can't see this meeting right now?"
"I don't think so," Cedric answered. "The way you were so freaked out a second ago by my exiting the snitch, I doubt you were any where near off guard."
Suddenly, Cedric looked sharply to the right, like his ears were picking up some far-away sound. "Your friend is calling you, Harry. I take it she's worried sick about you, you'd better get going."
Harry listened for a second, but he heard nothing. "When can I speak with you again?"
"I don't know. when I come across something you should be aware of, I'll let you know. Believe me, you'll know it's me." Cedric answered with a wink, replacing his mask once again.
"See you around, Cedric." Harry called, as the ghost began to fade away.
"Yeah. See you, Harry. And good luck with your girlfriend. She's special Harry, I can see it. Hang on to her. You never know when you'll be ripped apart."
Cedric was gone before Harry could say that Trinity wasn't his girlfriend. Indeed, he wasn't sure if he wanted to object to it.
Suddenly, the snitch rose and, as if led on an invisible leash, began drifting away. Harry hopped back on his Firebolt and followed the thing that had caused him so much aggravation that day. Much aggravation, and much knowledge.
"Oh Harry, Harry! I was so worried something had happened to you!" Trinny shrieked as soon as Harry's familiar face had emerged from the Forbidden Forest. She rushed up to him, running right past the floating snitch, and threw her arms around his neck.
"Well, that was stupid of me." Harry chastised himself nonchalantly.
Trinny swatted him upside the head. "It certainly was! How dare you do that, you had me frantic!"
"Sorry about that. Guess I just got caught up in the game." Harry said, smiling sheepishly.
"Ugh, boys." she said, shaking her head. And then, arm in arm, Harry and Trinny walked back to the quidditch pitch where the rest of their Gryffindors were still playing the game. In the fifteen minutes they had been gone, the two seekers weren't even missed.
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A/N: Oooo, likey-likey?? I thought it might be interesting if I brought Cedric back as a ghost, and I made up all that jazz about the Avada Kedavra Curse giving special powers. Was it ingenious, or was humiliating to the name of Joanne Katherine Rowling? Tell me, tell me, I must know! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!
Pretty please?
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com