Lost Memories

xiii. dragons

"Tell me something, Cedric, are all boys idiots?" I sighed, leaning onto him.

Cedric chuckled at my question. " 'Good afternoon, Cedric'—" he mimicked me in a horrible American girly accent, "—Good afternoon, Charlie."

"Cedric," I groaned.

"It depends on who you're talking about," he rubbed my arm, comfortingly. "If you're asking about the male species as a whole, then yes; but if you're talking about the two blokes you always complain about, then the answer is still yes."

Groaning dramatically, I sat up and faced him. He wore a funny smile and shook his head at my childishness. Over the last couple of weeks, Cedric and I had gotten close. Every now and then, we'd pass by each other in the hall or meet on the Quidditch pitch so I could watch him practice. It was nice to have a friend that was my friend because he cared for me and not because I'm in the same house as them.

"What's wrong this time?" Cedric asked.

"Nothing new. Harry and Ron still won't talk to each other, plus they had another argument this morning— around one or so," I admitted.

"They'll get over it. They're best friends."

"That's what I said!"

"Well, forget them. How are you?" asked Cedric.

"I'm— I'm pretty okay. A little stressed about the task on Tuesday, but besides that, I'm fine. And you?"

He shrugged, "same here. I have no clue what to expect, but I'm confident it'll be okay."

"About that," I started. I'm not changing the future, Harry would have told him anyway. "The first task: it's dragons."

Cedric's eyes widened at my knowledge, and looked around, making sure no one is near us to overhear.

"How did you figure that out? Have you told Harry?" he asked.

"Harry is the one who told me. How he knows, I have no idea," I lied. "It's only fair that you know. I heard Madame Maxime talking with Hagrid earlier, and she knows, so she most likely told Fleur. Professor Karkaroff seems to know everything so no doubt Viktor Krum knows. "

"Huh," Cedric huffed, "I would have never guessed dragons. I was thinking more of an obstacle course or Extreme Quidditch Game, but dragons?"

"Triwizard Tournament is no joke," I muttered. Snapping my eyes up to his, I furrowed my brows, "stay safe okay? I don't feel like having a friend with any missing fingers or limps."

Cedric laughed at my joke and I pushed a chuckle out. But my warning was real. "I've got this. Now I can think of ways to slay or fight the dragon. Do you know what we have to do?"

"No clue," I shrugged. "Just be safe, though. I've got to go help Harry figure out how to beat this. Try asking Delphane or Leilah for help, they're pretty smart!"

"Will do. See you at the Tournament?"

"I'll be rooting for you," I gave him a thumbs up and scurried away towards the library where Harry and Hermione were searching for a way to beat the Dragon.

Since there was nothing to be found in the library, any break we had we tried to find a way. So instead of lunch, in the Great Hall, with everyone else, Harry and I took a few sandwiches and met in the common room. On Monday, we took the time to try and figure out what to do in order to help him win.

"Have got any ideas about how you're going to get past your dragon yet?" I asked.

"No," said Harry.