Miss Moony would like to say that she doesn't own Harry Potter and that she had no help with this story from Miss Wormtail, Miss Padfoot or Miss Prongs.
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Now and Then
This is what Cedric was: golden hair and grey eyes; wide smiles; yellow-and-black-striped ties and badger silhouettes. Manners, charm and wit.
This is what Cedric remembered: dark skin and dark eyes and dark hair; soft cheeks pressed to his robes; mother and father; cold flights through rainstorms.
This is what Cedric knew: Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Arithmancy; Hufflepuff House; the beauty of the castle in winter.
This is what Cedric is: black and white and grey and colourless; soft, shimmering light, like a star; a nameless, faceless being in a nameless, faceless crowd.
This is what Cedric remembers: triumph and then nervousness; fear making his voice crack; fleeting, hesitant, uncertain touches; mud and blood and sweat; a solid jerk behind his navel; the feel of the damp grass beneath his hands; green, green eyes.
This is what Cedric knows: the fluttering of a black veil surrounded by an invisible wall and an endless host of the dead; peace, but desperate longing to go home; the world tinted the bright green of the killing curse and Harry's too-old eyes.