(A/N: just take a look at the quote ⬆, please. it's just such an important quote and it's basically my life motto. but, of course, probably no one cares about this or even reading this, so ON WITH THE STORY)
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It's been more than a month since Pad and Moony arrived. All the wedding ideas and the constant smiles on their faces have been keeping my mind off the Tournament.
But, today, nothing will keep my mind off it. I can't, and won't, let that happen.
Today, I will face the first Task, and my thoughts will be strictly related to 'how not to die when you're near a fire-breathing dragon who is most likely ready to kill you'.
This will certainly be a good day...
I force myself to leave the comfort of my dossel bed and get ready for the day.
I see the golden sun slowly rising on the horizon as I look through a window; it must be pretty early.
I make my way to the Great Hall, which, as I suspected, is empty. Of course, no one at Hogwarts would have breakfast at sunrise.
I have nowhere to be, so I adventure myself on the Grounds. The weak sunlight engulfs me in as I step into the greening grass. The sky is still half-dark but getting bluer as the sun rises. Clouds are flying around, but not many. I hear the twittering of the birds here and there; they must be waking up.
It's curious, isn't it? How everything seems beautiful today. I'd call it-
"The peace before the storm, am I right?" a voice says, as if reading my mind.
I turn to them, meeting a pair of warm and bright grey eyes, adorned with a familiar sweet smile.
"You could say so" I reply, smiling very slightly.
Neither of us speak for some moments.
"It's weird..." Cedric breaks the silence, "I mean, I've been preparing myself for this day during the whole month..." he looks at the ground, vaguely shaking his head. "I am ready for this. The Goblet knew it, I know it. So why do I feel like I'll faint the moment I step into the arena...?"
I look up at him, unsure why he just spilled his thoughts on someone he barely knows.
"I guess you'll never be ready..." I say, "I guess you'll know you're ready when you face real danger" the words leave my mouth without me realizing.
He looks back at me with an interesting surprise in his eyes.
"You're right" he says, smiling a little, "Plus, we don't even know what we'll be facing today... we could never have the right training..."
More silence, in which my mind races and my heart pounds and, for some reason, I feel a sense of guilt inside.
"Dragons" I let slip, again without realizing.
His eyes' confusion intensifies and he laughs nervously. Then, his eyes widen and he stares incredulously at me. He opens his mouth but no words seem to be able to come out.
"W-what?" he finally mumbles.
"Dragons" I state, trying to sound confident, but scared to meet his eyes. "That's what we'll be facing today. I don't know what we'll have to do with them, or how what species they'll use, or how many they'll use, but..." I finally look at him, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. You'd probably prepare yourself better if so..."
I take a deep breath, feeling strangely relieved. Even though, the guilt doesn't seem to want to go away.
Cedric stares at me, now harder than before, with his eyes more opened than I thought they could be.
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A World Fading To Black - BOOK 2
FanfictionNow that her father is free and her family is reunited, most of her problems seem to be solved. Key word: 'most'. When problems disappear, new ones take their place. She'll start a new year at Hogwarts, with new mysteries, new dangers, new problems...
