None of this belongs to me. It belongs to JKR. Please tell me if I should
continue. Please-I need reviews
Chapter 1: Diary Entry 1
July 5th 9.45 p.m.,
I can't believe my mum actually thinks that I should write in this diary. She thinks I have some mental problem. She even hid all the knives In the house. Well I'll give her something to gawk at.
July 10th 11.07 p.m.,
Sorry about that. I didn't really mean that. Mum promised that she wouldn't read this diary after we had a massive fight. We never get on anymore. She just doesn't get it. I mean Cedric is dead. Oh god, it sounds so much worse written down. I just feel so alone. None of my friends have owled me. They probably think that I'm suicidal too. I'm not. I mean I only looked at that knife for a minute. And if I were suicidal, you'd think that my friends would try to help, wouldn't you.
July 26th 7.oo p.m.
Still no word. It's horrible, just waiting for someone to show that they care. I tried to play Quidditch today. It was a complete disaster. I thought that being up in the air, being distracted would help. It didn't. all I could think about was how much Cedric loved Quidditch. I kept bursting into tears. If I don't practice soon, I'll be taken off the team. I don't think I'd mind though. There's no point in having a seeker who would keep starting to cry in the middle of a match. I wouldn't be able to see the snitch, my vision would be so blurry.
July 28th 4.00 a.m.
I just had the most horrible dream. It was of Cedric dead. I don't know what actually happened so I'm left with all these horrible fantasies, dreams. All I know is that he was killed by You-Know-Who. Maybe I should ask Harry. It was weird. At first I thought Harry had killed Cedric. I didn't really believe it but when I saw him, with Cedric limp beside him and then I heard Fudge, "My God-Diggory. Dumbledore-he's dead!" I was close enough to hear him. My heart stopped. It was like a dream. Everything collapsed on top of me. I couldn't breathe. I stood there, transfixed at the sight of his lifeless body. I turned to look at Harry. It was Harry that scared me the most. His face was deathly pale and his eyes were unfocused. His leg looked broken and he was bleeding. He was whispering faintly to Dumbledore. I couldn't hear what he was saying but I got the idea. I could hear Fudge and Dumbledore trying to prise his fingers from Cedric's arm. I took a step closer, to hear the conversation.
"Harry, you can't help him now. It's over. Let go."
Harry looked blankly at him. "He wanted me to bring him back." He muttered. "he wanted me to bring me back to his parents.."
"That's right, Harry..just let go, now.."
He let go and Dumbledore raised him to his feet. He swayed slightly and his leg buckled. The crowd moved forward, almost crashing into him. Dumbledore told him to wait there while he went to tell Mr. and Mrs. Diggory. Professor Moody grabbed him and tried to lead him away. Harry protested but Moody overpowered him.
I took a step towards Cedric. I leaned over his body and I could feel tears streaking down my face. I stroked his cheek. I had never seen a dead body before. His eyes were open. He looked unharmed. I knew then that it had been the Avada Kedavra curse. Harry could never do that. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory came over. They were crying. I stepped aside to let them see their son.
I turned away.
Dumbledore was staring at the place where Harry had been.
He looked around.
"Where's Harry?" he shouted. No-one knew. I made my way over to him.
"Professor Moody took him." I told him. Dumbledore swore. I was instantly scared. Dumbledore never swore. He looked at me with fire in his eyes. I was nearly scared of him.
"Cho, get Professors Mc Gonagall and Snape." I nodded and went to look. I found them pretty quickly. The three of them hurried off towards the castle.
I found out everything the next morning. Dumbledore called me in and talked me through the last night. He didn't tell me much about what happened to Harry and Cedric, only that You-Know-Who was back. I wanted to visit Harry but he said that he needed his rest.
July 25th 6.00 p.m.
I guess I should finish off my story. I've been crying steadily since I wrote my last entry yesterday morning. I'm still crying. I guess I should say that I never loved Cedric. I mean I cared deeply for him, but I never loved him. I'm too young for that. Just like Harry is too young to be the saviour of all our lives. I like Harry. In a more than friendly way. My friends don't know that. They thought I was doing great with Cedric. Hardworking, good looking, kind, caring, a champion, captain of Quidditch. So, when Cedric asked me to the ball, I said yes. When Harry asked me, I wanted to go with him. I felt stupid for accepting to go with Cedric but by then, it was too late.
Anyway, I'm off track. A few days later, Harry returned back to school for the end of year Leaving Feast. The Hall was decorated with black robes. I was so grateful to Dumbledore. He said a lovely speech. We all raised our glasses to Cedric. I broke down then. I couldn't stop the tears.
"Cedric was a person who exemplified many of the qualities which distinguish Hufflepuff house." Dumbledore said. "He was a good and loyal friend, a hard worker, he valued fair play. His death has affected you all, whether you knew him well or not. I think that you have the right, therefore, to know exactly how it came about."
I looked at him in shock. I saw Harry through the crowd. He looked terrible. He was pale and distant. He raised his head and stared at Dumbledore. I looked at Dumbledore as well. He wouldn't actually tell them, would he?
"Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort." Everyone except for Harry, the teachers and myself, were shocked. Dumbledore asked us to raise our glasses to Harry, after speaking about his bravery. I saw Harry, who would normally go bright red, sit there stony-faced. I wanted to go over to him. I saw him looking at the Slytherins, who didn't stand up. I wanted to hit them. I really did.
Should I continue?
Chapter 1: Diary Entry 1
July 5th 9.45 p.m.,
I can't believe my mum actually thinks that I should write in this diary. She thinks I have some mental problem. She even hid all the knives In the house. Well I'll give her something to gawk at.
July 10th 11.07 p.m.,
Sorry about that. I didn't really mean that. Mum promised that she wouldn't read this diary after we had a massive fight. We never get on anymore. She just doesn't get it. I mean Cedric is dead. Oh god, it sounds so much worse written down. I just feel so alone. None of my friends have owled me. They probably think that I'm suicidal too. I'm not. I mean I only looked at that knife for a minute. And if I were suicidal, you'd think that my friends would try to help, wouldn't you.
July 26th 7.oo p.m.
Still no word. It's horrible, just waiting for someone to show that they care. I tried to play Quidditch today. It was a complete disaster. I thought that being up in the air, being distracted would help. It didn't. all I could think about was how much Cedric loved Quidditch. I kept bursting into tears. If I don't practice soon, I'll be taken off the team. I don't think I'd mind though. There's no point in having a seeker who would keep starting to cry in the middle of a match. I wouldn't be able to see the snitch, my vision would be so blurry.
July 28th 4.00 a.m.
I just had the most horrible dream. It was of Cedric dead. I don't know what actually happened so I'm left with all these horrible fantasies, dreams. All I know is that he was killed by You-Know-Who. Maybe I should ask Harry. It was weird. At first I thought Harry had killed Cedric. I didn't really believe it but when I saw him, with Cedric limp beside him and then I heard Fudge, "My God-Diggory. Dumbledore-he's dead!" I was close enough to hear him. My heart stopped. It was like a dream. Everything collapsed on top of me. I couldn't breathe. I stood there, transfixed at the sight of his lifeless body. I turned to look at Harry. It was Harry that scared me the most. His face was deathly pale and his eyes were unfocused. His leg looked broken and he was bleeding. He was whispering faintly to Dumbledore. I couldn't hear what he was saying but I got the idea. I could hear Fudge and Dumbledore trying to prise his fingers from Cedric's arm. I took a step closer, to hear the conversation.
"Harry, you can't help him now. It's over. Let go."
Harry looked blankly at him. "He wanted me to bring him back." He muttered. "he wanted me to bring me back to his parents.."
"That's right, Harry..just let go, now.."
He let go and Dumbledore raised him to his feet. He swayed slightly and his leg buckled. The crowd moved forward, almost crashing into him. Dumbledore told him to wait there while he went to tell Mr. and Mrs. Diggory. Professor Moody grabbed him and tried to lead him away. Harry protested but Moody overpowered him.
I took a step towards Cedric. I leaned over his body and I could feel tears streaking down my face. I stroked his cheek. I had never seen a dead body before. His eyes were open. He looked unharmed. I knew then that it had been the Avada Kedavra curse. Harry could never do that. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory came over. They were crying. I stepped aside to let them see their son.
I turned away.
Dumbledore was staring at the place where Harry had been.
He looked around.
"Where's Harry?" he shouted. No-one knew. I made my way over to him.
"Professor Moody took him." I told him. Dumbledore swore. I was instantly scared. Dumbledore never swore. He looked at me with fire in his eyes. I was nearly scared of him.
"Cho, get Professors Mc Gonagall and Snape." I nodded and went to look. I found them pretty quickly. The three of them hurried off towards the castle.
I found out everything the next morning. Dumbledore called me in and talked me through the last night. He didn't tell me much about what happened to Harry and Cedric, only that You-Know-Who was back. I wanted to visit Harry but he said that he needed his rest.
July 25th 6.00 p.m.
I guess I should finish off my story. I've been crying steadily since I wrote my last entry yesterday morning. I'm still crying. I guess I should say that I never loved Cedric. I mean I cared deeply for him, but I never loved him. I'm too young for that. Just like Harry is too young to be the saviour of all our lives. I like Harry. In a more than friendly way. My friends don't know that. They thought I was doing great with Cedric. Hardworking, good looking, kind, caring, a champion, captain of Quidditch. So, when Cedric asked me to the ball, I said yes. When Harry asked me, I wanted to go with him. I felt stupid for accepting to go with Cedric but by then, it was too late.
Anyway, I'm off track. A few days later, Harry returned back to school for the end of year Leaving Feast. The Hall was decorated with black robes. I was so grateful to Dumbledore. He said a lovely speech. We all raised our glasses to Cedric. I broke down then. I couldn't stop the tears.
"Cedric was a person who exemplified many of the qualities which distinguish Hufflepuff house." Dumbledore said. "He was a good and loyal friend, a hard worker, he valued fair play. His death has affected you all, whether you knew him well or not. I think that you have the right, therefore, to know exactly how it came about."
I looked at him in shock. I saw Harry through the crowd. He looked terrible. He was pale and distant. He raised his head and stared at Dumbledore. I looked at Dumbledore as well. He wouldn't actually tell them, would he?
"Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort." Everyone except for Harry, the teachers and myself, were shocked. Dumbledore asked us to raise our glasses to Harry, after speaking about his bravery. I saw Harry, who would normally go bright red, sit there stony-faced. I wanted to go over to him. I saw him looking at the Slytherins, who didn't stand up. I wanted to hit them. I really did.
Should I continue?