No one knew about Cedric Diggory and Gracelyn Moon's relationship except for her two best friends, Fred and George Weasley. Now he's dead, and she's pregnant. This is her struggle.

Chapter Four

The twins exchanged a glance, before silently wrapping me in a hug. We sat like that for an hour, not saying a word, until Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door.

"Gracelyn?" She called through the wood. "Oliver wants to speak with you before he goes."

I stood. "Okay." I followed the older woman into the kitchen, where Oliver was sitting, talking to Professor Snape. "Sorry to interrupt," I said softly. "Mrs. Weasley said you wanted to speak to me, Oliver?"

He looked up. "Yes, I do. Gracie, Severus has been assigned your temporary guardian, until your seventeenth birthday November third. Understand?"

"Why?" I questioned. "I'm to be at Hogwarts the majority of the time, correct?" I hesitated. "And why Professor Snape?"

"The headmaster has decided that I am the best man for the job," the man in question said dryly. "It is not my choice, you can trust in that."

"Yes, you are going to be at Hogwarts, and that's why you need one of the teachers to be your guardian," Oliver explained, not looking at Snape. "I'm sorry Gracie, but it is necessary. Should Voldemort find out about that child you are carrying, it will not be pretty. You will need protection, and Severus Snape is the best man for the job."

"Why?"

"You're a pureblood," Snape said, rising from his chair. "Cedric Diggory's mother is a muggle, and his father a muggleborn. Your own father was one of his death eaters during the last war, one of those in his inner circle, in fact. The dark lord will not be pleased you damaged the Moon blood line."

"Oh," I said quietly, staring at the floor. I hadn't ever really thought of Cedric's parents not being pureblood. Pureblood supremacy had never mattered to me. Cedric was just Cedric. He always had been.

"If you want, Gracie, you can go back upstairs," Oliver stated. "I have to be going, and you must be tired."

"Okay," I said, giving my brother a hug and watching as he disapparated. I then turned to Professor Snape. "I'm sorry that you have to put up with me, Professor."

He shrugged. "No more than usual. Good day, Miss Moon." He too left.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like if we were muggles? If we didn't know anything about magic?" Cedric asked, moving his finger in a circle on my arm.

"No, not really," I said with a laugh. "How do you come up with these things, love?"

"Don't know. I'm just a curious person, I guess."

"I guess you are," I said, still laughing.

"How do you tell a couple that you're pregnant with their dead son's baby?" I wondered out loud. I stood outside the Diggory house, just staring at it. I had been there for ten minutes already, but I hadn't yet gotten the guts to knock on the front door.

"Grace, you have to tell them," Fred had said seriously before I left. "They need to know."

"I know," I whispered, remembering. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and raised my fist. I heard footsteps heading towards the door seconds before it opened. Mr. Diggory stood in the opening, staring at me in surprise. "Uh. Hi, Mr. Diggory. I'm... um... My name is Gracelyn. Moon, that is. We met last summer at the world cup. I need to talk to you. About Cedric. Well, sorta. About me and Cedric, and... well... Can I come in?" I was blabbering, I knew, and not making much sense.

He stepped aside. "Come in, Miss Moon." I followed him into the living room. "Mrs. Diggory is upstairs, would you like me to get her? Or is this a matter the two of us can settle?"

"Um... It would be best if she were here... For this..."

The older man nodded. He left, coming back five minutes later with Mrs. Diggory right behind him. "Anna, this is Gracelyn Moon. She wants to talk to us." He turned to me. "Miss Moon?"

"Oh. Right. Well... Um. I'm not exactly sure how to say this... Ah... Well... Cedric and I were in a relationship." I decided to start with that. "For about a year... We couldn't tell anyone, because my father is a Slytherin and hates anyone who isn't a pureblood and I needed to stay in my house until I turned seventeen at least. We were going to tell everyone after the tournament, but..." I stopped. Mrs. Diggory was crying. Mr. Diggory handed her a tissue, and looked back at me.

"Miss Moon, I'm sorry, but what does this matter now? My son... my son is dead. No matter how many people loved him, he's... he's gone. I've lost everything..."

"Not everything," I blurted. The Diggorys stared at me. "Mr and Mrs Diggory, the reason I came today was to tell you that there is still a part of Cedric around. In me."

"What are you trying to say?" Mrs. Diggory whispered, tears streaming down her face. "You don't mean..."

"I'm having a baby," I said, finding the floor very interesting at this point. Anything was better then looking at them. "I'm having Cedric's baby."

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