Innocent Words
Author: Captain Cornflake
Chapter Fourteen: Summer Break
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~Disclaimer~
I do not own Harry Potter, I own Emilia,: p
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One month on, Cedric's death still didn't make any sense. Why had Voldemort killed him? Why hadn't it been Harry? He was the one Voldemort had a score to settle with.... why Cedric? Why?
"Em.... even I don't have any idea why he killed Cedric and not me..." explained Harry, two days before the end of term, in the Gryffindor common room.
By now, the entire school had accepted what had happened as a terrible tragedy and a horrific accident, but some still remained in a deep state of shock, namely Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker, who seemed to have a certain fondness for Cedric, not only as a worthy adversary. Harry, despite his calm exterior, was torn up inside, he blamed himself for Cedric's death.
The end of year feast was to be a very somber affair, for every house, except Slytherin of course, who took delight in other people's pain. McGonagall had asked that Harry be left alone and not asked any questions about that fateful June day, and people respected that.
The Great Hall, instead of being decked out in the House Cup winning houses colours, was adorned in black banners, as a mark of respect.
Em entered the hall, on the arms of Alicia and Hermione, a few heads turned, but Em had simply become known as the lucky girl who'd dated Cedric to most of the fifth, sixth, and seventh year girls. To the younger, Quidditch crazy students, she was the infamous Puddlemere Seeker.
Once all the students had entered the room, Professor McGonagall signaled for silence, the room fell quiet. Em looked up to the teacher table, where almost every teacher was in black, or a very dark colour at least.
The headmistress stood up from her seat, and looked across the hall with a heavy sadness.
"We should be celebrating the end of another school year, celebrating another group of young witches and wizards graduation, but here we are, mourning the death of one of our own, one of our students. Cedric Diggory."
A few students winced at the mention of his name, and some shed a few more tears.
"Cedric was murdered by Lord Voldemort..."
A shocked gasp swept through the room, a quick chatter rose up among certain groups. McGonagall raised her hand.
"He was murdered by terrible co-incidence, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, so now, I ask to raise your glasses in a toast to Cedric Diggory."
(Right now, start playing 'Stranger In Paradise' by Opera Babes)
Everyone raised their glasses, and low repeat of his name swept the room. Em closed her eyes and let her mind drift away; she opened her eyes to see a blinding light. She breathed in the air; it felt cool on her skin. She looked down, she wasn't wearing her school robes any more, she was wearing a thin white summery dress. She wasn't in the great hall either; she was in a pure flowering field, filled with smiling faces, running around happily with one another. One of the figures approached her, dressed from head to toe in white clothes.
'Cedric'
'Hey, pretty big thing down there for me huh?'
'Where the heck am I?'
'You're still in the hall, but in your mind, you're seeing where I am now..'
'Is this...'
'Yep, heaven, it's not so bad'
'You don't miss being at school, with your friends?'
'Yeah sure I do, but, I guess' he sighed, 'I've kinda grown to like it up here.'
Em looked at him with sorrowful eyes, and a tear slid down her pale cheek. Cedric caught it with one finger, and wiped it away before she had a chance to shed any more.
'Look, you have to back now, I don't want you to, but you don't have much choice...just remember, I love you, and nothing's ever gonna change that.' he stopped and looked deep into her eyes, '...and good luck with Oliver, you two deserve each other...' he kissed her lightly on the lips, leaving her breathless, as she fell back to reality.
Alicia laid a supportive hand on her friends shoulder, and she opened her eyes.
"You ok?" the Gryffindor chaser asked
Em looked at the table in front of her, taking a couple of deep breaths, disbelieving what she'd just seen.
"Um.yeah, I'm fine.." she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I think.."
The feast went ahead afterwards, as planned, but with little chatter among the pupils, but what was heard involved You-know-who's return.
Harry, although he had a lot on his mind, took the time to notice that Emilia was unbelievably upset, and he sympathized with her, he looked over to her and said:
"Hey, try not to think on it too much, it'll only making the hurting worse."
"Thanks Harry."
"Besides, we'll be out of here in a few days, you'll get to go back to London, and see Oliver, and aren't you spending some of the summer up in Scotland with his parents?"
"Yes I am" replied Em; surprised that Harry knew so much.
"Mmpfh, that reminds me." said George, wiping his mouth.
"What?" asked Em, turning her head to the redhaired teen.
"We were wondering if you'd like to spend a week or so at our house in the holidays?"
"I'd love to, but I'll have to see what happens with seeing Oliver's parents, that might take a while."
"Why?" asked Katie, looking past George.
"Um.because they don't know that we're engaged yet."
The group looked confused and asked why.
"For a start, they don't get the Daily Prophet up there, and he doesn't owl them all that often, so they haven't heard yet."
"Oh.I see" said Harry, shying away from the subject.
After the feast was over, it had seemed to last forever, everyone was sent to their dormitories to begin packing their things for going home in two days time. School robes were no longer worn, which left everyone free to express themselves a little.
Em walked to the common room after she'd finished trying to get her broom in her trunk, which didn't work, but then she remembered shrinking charms. Harry and Ron were sitting at a small table, playing wizards chess, as per usual, Hermione was reading up on spells and charms they were going to learn next year. Em smiled slightly and walked over to her.
"Hermione, honey, listen, you need to slow down and relax a little, you'll end up working yourself to death at this rate."
The hazel-haired teen smiled and shook her wavy hair about her face.
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The two days until the end of term flew by very quickly, and before you could turn around twice, everyone was at Hogsmeade station, loading themselves onto the Hogwarts express. Hagrid had turned out to say goodbye to everyone, as he did every year.
"Goodbye 'arry" he boomed, as Mr. Potter boarded the train, with Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
Em swept past the half-giant and he stopped her with one of his huge hands.
"Miss Stewart, I um.I"
"It's Em"
"Em.." he began, "I jus' want to say, how sorry I am 'bout all the, you know, bother you've been 'avin"
"Thanks Hagrid, but there's no words anyone can say that will make things alright again."
"Yer' right, but anyway, bes' be gettin' yourself away there, don't want to miss the train now do ya?" he gave her an affectionate pat on the head, and she went away to where Alicia and Katie were beckoning to her.
The train began to move before they'd found a compartment, causing them to wobble a little whilst walking, but they found where the twins and Angelina already were. They crowded themselves in and sat down.
Em pulled out a dog-eared copy of Lord Of The Rings and began reading, she'd been engrossed in the epic before she'd come to Hogwarts, but since the school year began, she didn't have much time to read it.
"Whassat?" mumbled Fred, through a mouthful of pumpkin pastie.
"This.." said Em, brandishing the book in the air, "..is one of the greatest fantasy books of all time, written by a muggle author too.."
"What's it all about?"
"It's your basic good versus evil story, with a magic ring that could cover all the world in darkness. This hobbit, who's like a little three foot tall guy has to take this ring to the domain of evil, Mordor, and throw it into a mountain filled with fire.."
"Right.." laughed Fred, more confused than he had been before.
"Take it from me, it's good, you should try reading it sometime, there are many lessons to be learned from it"
The others chatted on, while Em remained immersed in her book, only pausing when she reached the point where Sam thought Frodo was dead after his poisoning by Shelob.
"You, know, I've read this part five times, and it still makes my cry" she said, a tear rolling down her face.."
"Awwww" mocked Katie, ruffling Em's hair.
A voice rang through the compartment suddenly:
"We will be arriving at Platform 9 and ¾ in ten minutes, please collect all your belongings now please."
Everyone in the cramped compartment gathered up their things, and sure enough, they reached Platform 9 and 3/4 . Everyone poured off the train, and promises of letters being written throughout the holidays were being thrown everywhere, friends saying goodbye.
"Well Em, owl us if you can come over ok?" smiled George, sweeping his friend into a hug
"Yeah sure, and to the rest of you, expect loads of owls with what happened in Scotland coming your way." laughed Em, her stomach turning slightly at the thought of where she would be in a few days. "OK, bye you guys." she waved, heading towards the barrier.
She passed through it, narrowly missing a smartly dressed irate looking man.
"Em!" exclaimed Oliver, standing tall above the crowd, and waving an arm frantically.
She smiled broadly and ran as fast as she could towards him, abandoning her trolley halfway. She ran to him and he swept her into his arms and swung her around a few times.
"Oh, I've missed you" he said, nuzzling her neck.
"Ok, I've missed you too, but I need to get my stuff before someone nicks it ok?" laughed Em, running after her trolley, which was thankfully where she'd left it.
Oliver came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, before taking the trolley from her and ushering her towards the exit, where outside sat his slightly better conditioned than the last time she'd seen it, Fiat.
"Away up to bonnie Scotland then?" he laughed, the thought of going home bringing a warm feeling to him.
"Yep, away we go," smiled Em, almost dreading the though of meeting his parents.
"We're flying from Heathrow in about twelve hours, up to Glasgow, and then onto Oban from there.."
"Here's to a productive summer" she smiled, mock-toasting a can of Coke that she'd picked up in the station..
Author: Captain Cornflake
Chapter Fourteen: Summer Break
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~Disclaimer~
I do not own Harry Potter, I own Emilia,: p
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One month on, Cedric's death still didn't make any sense. Why had Voldemort killed him? Why hadn't it been Harry? He was the one Voldemort had a score to settle with.... why Cedric? Why?
"Em.... even I don't have any idea why he killed Cedric and not me..." explained Harry, two days before the end of term, in the Gryffindor common room.
By now, the entire school had accepted what had happened as a terrible tragedy and a horrific accident, but some still remained in a deep state of shock, namely Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker, who seemed to have a certain fondness for Cedric, not only as a worthy adversary. Harry, despite his calm exterior, was torn up inside, he blamed himself for Cedric's death.
The end of year feast was to be a very somber affair, for every house, except Slytherin of course, who took delight in other people's pain. McGonagall had asked that Harry be left alone and not asked any questions about that fateful June day, and people respected that.
The Great Hall, instead of being decked out in the House Cup winning houses colours, was adorned in black banners, as a mark of respect.
Em entered the hall, on the arms of Alicia and Hermione, a few heads turned, but Em had simply become known as the lucky girl who'd dated Cedric to most of the fifth, sixth, and seventh year girls. To the younger, Quidditch crazy students, she was the infamous Puddlemere Seeker.
Once all the students had entered the room, Professor McGonagall signaled for silence, the room fell quiet. Em looked up to the teacher table, where almost every teacher was in black, or a very dark colour at least.
The headmistress stood up from her seat, and looked across the hall with a heavy sadness.
"We should be celebrating the end of another school year, celebrating another group of young witches and wizards graduation, but here we are, mourning the death of one of our own, one of our students. Cedric Diggory."
A few students winced at the mention of his name, and some shed a few more tears.
"Cedric was murdered by Lord Voldemort..."
A shocked gasp swept through the room, a quick chatter rose up among certain groups. McGonagall raised her hand.
"He was murdered by terrible co-incidence, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, so now, I ask to raise your glasses in a toast to Cedric Diggory."
(Right now, start playing 'Stranger In Paradise' by Opera Babes)
Everyone raised their glasses, and low repeat of his name swept the room. Em closed her eyes and let her mind drift away; she opened her eyes to see a blinding light. She breathed in the air; it felt cool on her skin. She looked down, she wasn't wearing her school robes any more, she was wearing a thin white summery dress. She wasn't in the great hall either; she was in a pure flowering field, filled with smiling faces, running around happily with one another. One of the figures approached her, dressed from head to toe in white clothes.
'Cedric'
'Hey, pretty big thing down there for me huh?'
'Where the heck am I?'
'You're still in the hall, but in your mind, you're seeing where I am now..'
'Is this...'
'Yep, heaven, it's not so bad'
'You don't miss being at school, with your friends?'
'Yeah sure I do, but, I guess' he sighed, 'I've kinda grown to like it up here.'
Em looked at him with sorrowful eyes, and a tear slid down her pale cheek. Cedric caught it with one finger, and wiped it away before she had a chance to shed any more.
'Look, you have to back now, I don't want you to, but you don't have much choice...just remember, I love you, and nothing's ever gonna change that.' he stopped and looked deep into her eyes, '...and good luck with Oliver, you two deserve each other...' he kissed her lightly on the lips, leaving her breathless, as she fell back to reality.
Alicia laid a supportive hand on her friends shoulder, and she opened her eyes.
"You ok?" the Gryffindor chaser asked
Em looked at the table in front of her, taking a couple of deep breaths, disbelieving what she'd just seen.
"Um.yeah, I'm fine.." she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I think.."
The feast went ahead afterwards, as planned, but with little chatter among the pupils, but what was heard involved You-know-who's return.
Harry, although he had a lot on his mind, took the time to notice that Emilia was unbelievably upset, and he sympathized with her, he looked over to her and said:
"Hey, try not to think on it too much, it'll only making the hurting worse."
"Thanks Harry."
"Besides, we'll be out of here in a few days, you'll get to go back to London, and see Oliver, and aren't you spending some of the summer up in Scotland with his parents?"
"Yes I am" replied Em; surprised that Harry knew so much.
"Mmpfh, that reminds me." said George, wiping his mouth.
"What?" asked Em, turning her head to the redhaired teen.
"We were wondering if you'd like to spend a week or so at our house in the holidays?"
"I'd love to, but I'll have to see what happens with seeing Oliver's parents, that might take a while."
"Why?" asked Katie, looking past George.
"Um.because they don't know that we're engaged yet."
The group looked confused and asked why.
"For a start, they don't get the Daily Prophet up there, and he doesn't owl them all that often, so they haven't heard yet."
"Oh.I see" said Harry, shying away from the subject.
After the feast was over, it had seemed to last forever, everyone was sent to their dormitories to begin packing their things for going home in two days time. School robes were no longer worn, which left everyone free to express themselves a little.
Em walked to the common room after she'd finished trying to get her broom in her trunk, which didn't work, but then she remembered shrinking charms. Harry and Ron were sitting at a small table, playing wizards chess, as per usual, Hermione was reading up on spells and charms they were going to learn next year. Em smiled slightly and walked over to her.
"Hermione, honey, listen, you need to slow down and relax a little, you'll end up working yourself to death at this rate."
The hazel-haired teen smiled and shook her wavy hair about her face.
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The two days until the end of term flew by very quickly, and before you could turn around twice, everyone was at Hogsmeade station, loading themselves onto the Hogwarts express. Hagrid had turned out to say goodbye to everyone, as he did every year.
"Goodbye 'arry" he boomed, as Mr. Potter boarded the train, with Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
Em swept past the half-giant and he stopped her with one of his huge hands.
"Miss Stewart, I um.I"
"It's Em"
"Em.." he began, "I jus' want to say, how sorry I am 'bout all the, you know, bother you've been 'avin"
"Thanks Hagrid, but there's no words anyone can say that will make things alright again."
"Yer' right, but anyway, bes' be gettin' yourself away there, don't want to miss the train now do ya?" he gave her an affectionate pat on the head, and she went away to where Alicia and Katie were beckoning to her.
The train began to move before they'd found a compartment, causing them to wobble a little whilst walking, but they found where the twins and Angelina already were. They crowded themselves in and sat down.
Em pulled out a dog-eared copy of Lord Of The Rings and began reading, she'd been engrossed in the epic before she'd come to Hogwarts, but since the school year began, she didn't have much time to read it.
"Whassat?" mumbled Fred, through a mouthful of pumpkin pastie.
"This.." said Em, brandishing the book in the air, "..is one of the greatest fantasy books of all time, written by a muggle author too.."
"What's it all about?"
"It's your basic good versus evil story, with a magic ring that could cover all the world in darkness. This hobbit, who's like a little three foot tall guy has to take this ring to the domain of evil, Mordor, and throw it into a mountain filled with fire.."
"Right.." laughed Fred, more confused than he had been before.
"Take it from me, it's good, you should try reading it sometime, there are many lessons to be learned from it"
The others chatted on, while Em remained immersed in her book, only pausing when she reached the point where Sam thought Frodo was dead after his poisoning by Shelob.
"You, know, I've read this part five times, and it still makes my cry" she said, a tear rolling down her face.."
"Awwww" mocked Katie, ruffling Em's hair.
A voice rang through the compartment suddenly:
"We will be arriving at Platform 9 and ¾ in ten minutes, please collect all your belongings now please."
Everyone in the cramped compartment gathered up their things, and sure enough, they reached Platform 9 and 3/4 . Everyone poured off the train, and promises of letters being written throughout the holidays were being thrown everywhere, friends saying goodbye.
"Well Em, owl us if you can come over ok?" smiled George, sweeping his friend into a hug
"Yeah sure, and to the rest of you, expect loads of owls with what happened in Scotland coming your way." laughed Em, her stomach turning slightly at the thought of where she would be in a few days. "OK, bye you guys." she waved, heading towards the barrier.
She passed through it, narrowly missing a smartly dressed irate looking man.
"Em!" exclaimed Oliver, standing tall above the crowd, and waving an arm frantically.
She smiled broadly and ran as fast as she could towards him, abandoning her trolley halfway. She ran to him and he swept her into his arms and swung her around a few times.
"Oh, I've missed you" he said, nuzzling her neck.
"Ok, I've missed you too, but I need to get my stuff before someone nicks it ok?" laughed Em, running after her trolley, which was thankfully where she'd left it.
Oliver came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, before taking the trolley from her and ushering her towards the exit, where outside sat his slightly better conditioned than the last time she'd seen it, Fiat.
"Away up to bonnie Scotland then?" he laughed, the thought of going home bringing a warm feeling to him.
"Yep, away we go," smiled Em, almost dreading the though of meeting his parents.
"We're flying from Heathrow in about twelve hours, up to Glasgow, and then onto Oban from there.."
"Here's to a productive summer" she smiled, mock-toasting a can of Coke that she'd picked up in the station..