Disclaimer: Okay, you guys know that I don't
own any of this! If I did, I'd be mega rich but that's all J.K. Rowling's work!
It's J.K Rowling's world - we just live in it! (I know I used parts from the
book but I still don't own it!!!)
Author's Note: Okay, this is
my first Harry Potter fan fiction! So please don't get mad at me if you don't
like it! Erm, I decided to do a Cedric/Cho one
because Cedric is someone that isn't really in fanfics
but I decided that he should be in one so I made one!
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I didn't want to remember anything, how he was, how we were, but it all kept coming back to me when I'd think about Hogwarts. How could he die? Why? Why did He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named have to kill Cedric? I thought of Harry, I knew how he felt about me but every time I would get close, my heart told me to stop and remember Cedric…
"Remember Cedric Diggory," were Dumbledore's words those years ago. I remember…I had cried and I saw Harry steal a glance at me.
"The end," said Dumbledore, looking around at us all, in my fifth year, "of another year."
He paused and his eyes fell upon the students at the Hufflepuff table. Their table had been silent before Dumbledore had gotten to his feet, and theirs were still the saddest and palest faces in the Hall.
"There is much that I would like to say to you all tonight," he said, "but I must first acknowledge the loss of a very fine person, who would be sitting here," he gestured toward the Hufflepuffs, "enjoying our feast with us. I would like you all, please, to stand, and raise your goblets, to Cedric Diggory."
The instant he said the name was the instant that I couldn't keep the tears to myself. I cried silently as we raised our goblets, and echoed, in one loud, low, rumbling voice, "Cedric Diggory." We then all sat down.
"Cedric was a person who exemplified many of the qualities that distinguish Hufflepuff house," Dumbledore continued. "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 a right, therefore, to know exactly how it came about.
"Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort."
I jerked my head up and looked at the headmaster. I wiped tears away from my face as I shook my head, not wanting to believe any of it. Dumbledore looked calm as he watched us mutter ourselves into silence.
"The Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore continued, "does not wish me to tell you this. It is possible that some of your parents will be horrified that I have done so - either because they will not believe that Lord Voldemort has returned, or because they think I should not tell you so, young as you are. It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies, and that any attempt to pretend that Cedric died as the result of an accident, or some sort of blunder of his own, is an insult to his memory."
We were stunned and frightened; every face in the Hall was turned toward Dumbledore now.
"There is somebody else who must be mentioned in connection with Cedric's death," he went on. "I am talking, of course, about Harry Potter."
I turned my head, along with some others, to Harry's direction before turning back to Dumbledore. I could see that Harry looked a bit shaken, as if he wished that he shouldn't have been mentioned.
"Harry Potter managed to escape Lord Voldemort," said Dumbledore. "He risked his own life to return Cedric's body to Hogwarts. He showed, in every respect, the sort of bravery that few wizards have ever shown in facing Lord Voldemort, and for this, I honor him."
He turned to Harry and raised his goblet. Nearly everyone in the Great Hall followed him. I raised my goblet to him with shaken hands. When everyone had once again resumed his or her seats, Dumbledore went on.
"The Triwizard Tournament's aim was to further and promote magical understanding. In the light of what has happened - of Lord Voldemort's return - such ties are more important than ever before."
Dumbledore looked from Madame Maxime, to Hagrid, to Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons students, to Viktor Krum and the Durmstrangs at the Slytherin table.
"Every guest in this Hall," said Dumbledore, his eyes lingering at the Durmstrang students, "will be welcomed back here at any time, should they wish to come. I say to you all, once again - in the light of Lord Voldemort's return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemort's gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts open.
"It is my belief - and never have I so hoped that I am mistaken - that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you in this Hall have already suffered directly at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Many of your families have been tortured asunder. A week ago, a student was taken from our midst.
"Remember Cedric Diggory. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."
During the summer after my fifth year he was all I thought about. I didn't want to think about Cedric but it seemed that everything I saw…I saw him. I had wished him good luck at the last task and I remember that he kissed me once before going. I thought about Quidditch and I remember him flying on his broom, following behind me, and even when Hufflepuff did win the match he would congratulate me and tell me that I did a good job. I smiled at him and thanked him, and he would always smile back. I remember his smile. He would never get irritated at his other teammates, classmates, or the other kids in the other years - which was why I was always drawn to him.
I was very excited that he had asked me to the Yule Ball when the Triwizard Tournament came to Hogwarts. I can remember the day, the time, how I felt, and I'm sure I could feel what he felt that day too.