Prologue

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"Happiness is not of this world: we live to live the moments in which we think how to create our happiness."

I was too absorbed in Cedric's letters, I didn't take my eyes off the parchment, from the furrows left by his elegant handwriting:
"Dear Hermione, this summer was an ordeal without you, I can't wait to be able to hold you back to me and be able to contemplate your face again. Whatever you write to me, I'm always there for you. A kiss, your Ced  "

I looked out the window: night blue tinted the sky covered with white stars:
I closed my eyes and thought of the people dear to me.
My best friends appeared in my mind:

Harry and Ron were my second family, brothers.
I hadn't told them about Cedric, I should have done it, but I feared their reaction. 
I was wrong, yes, but I was happy and I felt light. 
Everything was fine.

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