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Chapter 31


It was…unnerving the way the male before her looked uncannily like Cedric.

He had the same height, the same lanky yet muscular build, the same bronze-coloured hair, the same angular features only all the more defined.

His eyes though, they weren't the same pools of bright grey. Instead they were a smothering topaz.

"Smothering indeed," Harry thought as those same eyes stared straight at her, as if trying to stare into her very core.

Harry's breath quickened and her heart rate accelerated.

What was this situation?

Since when do doppelgangers of the dead show up in front of you?

Never, that's when.

Cedric Diggory was dead. Had been for years.

He was dead.

Dead.

"You're dead," she whispered more to herself than anyone else.

But it would seem as if the Cedric look-alike had heard her.

Before she could even blink she was backed against the receptionist's desk, arms stretched out around either sides of her, the male's body inches away from her own.

Fire danced in liquid-gold eyes as they bore into her own.

Against her own accord, she felt her limbs begin to shake.

"How do you know that?"

His voice was raspy and conveyed nothing short of how deathly serious he was.

That was when Harry felt something tenaciously prod against her conscious mind. Surprise flashed within emerald depths and the shaking in her limbs stopped. Harry's lips curled into a suspicious frown as she averted her gaze from his.

Now this kind of behaviour just wouldn't do. She was by no means some kind of scared little girl, nor was she one to be easily intimidated and she surely wasn't about to take her mind being invaded lying down.

Quickly deciding what to do, Harry let the presence enter her mind.

She pulled the most nondescript memories of her time in this reality to the forefront of her mind, clustering them, sending them all at once towards the presence. That presence would only go far and no further.

This was her mind.

She played by her rules.

Harry met Not-Cedric's gaze head-on, confident and defiant as she continued to snowball him with memories. She smirked at the brief flash of surprise that crossed his features.

"I have no idea what you're referring to."

Not-Cedric glared at her, suspicious. He opened his mouth, no doubt to make a harsh rebut, when Dr. Cullen's voice spoke out from beside them.

When he had gotten there, Harry didn't know.

"Edward, enough."

Edward's jaw clinched and he continued to glare at her.

She stood to her full height as the male reluctantly began to ease up.

"Yes Edward," she sneered, "Enough."


Word Count: 441

A/N: I didn't want for Edward to be unable to read Harry's mind. At the same time I didn't want him to be able to read it completely. So yeah, Harry let him remain in her mind and she showed him memories and thoughts that she thought were harmless enough for him to see. It's still something that will arouse suspicion either way. I realize I've been putting Hadrian through a lot, she'll get a repreive (eventually).

Anyway, the remaining two drabbles will be posted later...like way later.

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