Sorry for being so late updating, I have been really busy with other stories and school work. Sorry again.
"What is it, Cedric?" Harry said, panicking. Voice shaking, hands trembling, they both were white as sheet.
"Tom Riddle... He killed my parents."
"He did?" Harry asked.
Cedric nodded. "I never have told you they had gotten murdered, have I?"
"All you told me was that you were alone in life." Harry got up and started pacing, scratching the bit of stubble that was on his cheeks as he always did when he was thinking about something. "You think Fenrir and Tom work together?"
Cedric's face lit up. "Maybe… It would explain why Tom actually reported this."
"If it's true, Tom has as bad of a record as Fenrir… How come he was able to press charges and not get caught?"
"No idea, but Harry, I have a bad feeling about this. A good kind of bad."
"I have no idea what you mean."
Cedric got up and started walking towards the bedroom again. Grabbing his laptop, he sat down on the edge of the bed with Harry sitting beside him. "I might find some info here." He went on Google and typed "Fenrir Greyback".
Many links showed up, all related to cases of rape or murder, sometimes both. Cedric opened many of them in different tabs and started switching between them. "No… Nope… Nothing here…"
Harry grabbed the laptop from Cedric and typed in a website. Cedric looked at him questioningly, and Harry answered, "Being a writer, I have very useful contacts."
Cedric did not speak as he looked at the screen to try and see what Harry was doing. Harry typed in a username and password, then said "Criminal Database, you have no idea how useful this is."
"Actually, I do. And how the hell does a writer have contacts with the police?"
Harry shrugged, then said, "Perhaps not from the writing."
Cedric got up and started pacing around the room, sneaking glances at the bed and remembering their special time together. The next words Harry said ruined the day, and most probably the rest of his life.
"Cedric… what are the names of your parents?" Harry said, looking at him with heavily disguised eyes.
"Amos and Lily Diggory."
"Are you sure?" asked Harry.
Cedric glared at him as if he were insane. Harry turned the laptop and pointed at a paragraph. Cedric read out loud,
Amos and Lily Diggory, married couple with a child whose name was not specified, were found dead by murder on the very entrance of the doorstep of the Ministry. It was counted as one of the weirdest murders in a century as blood spatter experts did not have any idea on especially how they were killed.
The couple both had similar wounds in their chests, and they had bled painfully to death. Their son had witnessed the murder as he was found at the scene of the crime, in a state of shock.
Recent communications of the couple were with a certain Tom Riddle, who was put under surveillance for suspected illegal activity. Family friends have said that Riddle has been recruiting many people in his business (unstated), and the Diggories were trying to escape him. Charges were pressed against Riddle, with no exact evidence, and they were lost. The current whereabouts of Riddle are unknown.
"It says here that the charges were dropped and there were no suspects." Harry said. "How did you know it was Tom who had murdered him?"
"I (insert very rude word here) saw him!"
"And why didn't they take you as an eye-witness?" said Harry.
"You seem to know an awful lot in the proceedings, don't you?" said Cedric.
"Answer the question, Cedric."
"Riddle's lawyer insisted I was shocked and I did not know what was happening, and that my loss of both parents prevented me from seeing clear and made me pin the blame on whoever was accused. I've been blaming the lawyer and Riddle for so long now…"
Harry nodded. For a few minutes no one spoke, until Harry said, "We're avenging you."
"What? How are we going to do that? The case was closed down so long ago. Plus, I have been avenged, you killed Fenrir."
"Cedric, if we find something linking Fenrir to Tom Riddle, we can be sure he's guilty and send him to jail. If we don't, I'll track him down and kill him if I have to."
"How about we trace down Fenrir's home? We could maybe find some clues!" Cedric said hopefully. Harry chuckled, but then his face lit up and he once again started typing into the laptop. Cedric kept pacing around, wishing as much as he could that they could find a lead… and they did. He knew it the instant Harry looked up from the computer.
"We've got an address, dear Cedric."
…..
The next day, they had already bought hundreds of tools and things they could use to break in places, like screw-drivers, hammers, even a couple of expensive guns they could use in case they were busted; but it was no use.
When they arrived at the destination at 3 in the morning, the front door of the abandoned house had been broken open. They got in, looking around for clues. Cedric tripped about three times on books or CDs that were scattered across the room as he hadn't bothered to use a flashlight. The more they looked, the more hopeless they were.
Finally, Cedric's fingers brushed something – a photo – and he grabbed it. "Harry, come over here a second…"
"What is it?" asked Harry hopefully as he grabbed the photo and directed the flashlight at it. It was a photo of five men, all in their twenties, in baseball uniforms. They were all smiling at the photograph and Harry recognized two of them… Tom, and Fenrir.
This was not enough evidence to put in court, but since they were now sure the two were linked, they were bound to find something else to prove the two were linked. Harry suddenly got an idea. He turned the photo around and looked for names, or dates, that could point him to anything. Nothing.
He looked at the photo once again and was rewarded by finding the name of the baseball stadium just behind Tom's head. Also, the camera had labeled the photo with a date that Harry scribbled down on a piece of paper he was carrying with him.
Taking the photo, they went back home and Harry immediately started his research on the computer. "First, what I'm going to do is find the stadium's website… Done!"
"Now I'm going to hack in here… Hmmm I guess I can try to – SUCCESS!" Harry cheered.
"Are you sure you're just a writer?" said Cedric.
But Harry ignored him and his fingers were going through the keyboard in a blur. Cedric was fascinated.
"Going through the old reservations… Okay so the day that photo was taken, two matches were played. The photo was taken at night, probably right after the match since they're all so sweaty… It's probably the second one."
"Okay so here we go, the teams were the Rocking Chucks and the Deadly Cannons. Those names are incredibly weird. Now, the Deadly Cannons are the ones who won the match so I'm going to check them out."
Cedric remained silent, lost in thought, and watching Harry's focused and thirsty for knowledge face.
"Hmm a team of 12 people… How can we know who the others in the photo were? Oh wait, what an idiot I am! Haha! I'll just pull up a photo and compare! They're probably labeled or something and…" Harry rambled on and on. He shut up for about two minutes before he finally scribbled words on a piece of paper, slammed the laptop closed, and jumped up. "We've got names! Wooohooo!"
"Who are they?" asked Cedric calmly. Harry was a bit put off for seeing Cedric so un-interested, but nevertheless he gave him a piece of paper with the names written on it. It read, "Lucius Malfoy; Alecto Carrow; Antonin Dolohov."
"Have you heard of any of them?" asked Harry.
"None except for Lucius Malfoy, isn't he one of those rich madmen?"
"He is. And that will make it very hard on us to link him with those filth if they're involved in anything illegal. I guess I shouldn't have closed the computer," Harry answered as he opened the computer once again and ran through the criminal database for the other two names. "Okay so listen to this. Alecto Carrow was a teacher in a school in England, and he had apparently been involved in three child rapes there. He was cleared of all charges for unknown reasons. There is no proof of his innocence, though. And usually when a case is cleared so easily, there's bribe in it. As for Antonin Dolohov…" rambled on Harry as he typed the other bloke's name on the computer. "He murdered a professor called Remus Lupin." And Cedric gasped. His eyes went round and he was in a state of shock.
"Cedric? CEDRIC?!" Harry screamed, shaking the boy. But Cedric was in shock and only after a few minutes did he regain himself.
"Professor Lupin was the best teacher, ever," he said. "He taught me how to defend myself."
Harry leaned in to him and hugged him, hard. "We're going to avenge him, and your parents, and every single person those assholes have harmed. Is it clear?"
Cedric nodded, and at that moment Harry swore to make sure the four remaining people who were alive from the photo were going to die at his hand.
"We neither have proof nor sources, but we are sure that those people are bad guys. We will take care of them ourselves," said Harry, a spark of evil and bloodlust in his eyes showing. Cedric shivered.
