You're losing me

A place in this world

Y/N POV

His eyes were open but he was not alive.

"My boy!"

It was Cedric's father. He thought his son won the tournament. Poor man.

"Oh, my boy!"

"What happened?" Asked Dumbledore

"It's Voldemort, he's back. He's back!"

Everyone went silent.

"Cedric, I had to take his body, I couldn't leave him there!"

Harry was crying and Dumbledore took his face in his hands.

"It's okay Harry, it's alright. You brought him home"

Ron and Hermione were speechless. And afraid. Everyone was afraid actually, I could feel it.

[he's back? What will happen next?]

[Cedric is dead, it's not possible]

[What happened in this maze?]

I closed my eyes and all the voices of people's thoughts disappeared. I was looking at Mattheo. He was worried. Not because I could read his mind (because I was not able to) but because I knew him.

"The body must be move!"

"Let me thought! Let me thought!" Mr Diggory was running to his son with Mr Weasley behind him.

"That's my son! That's my boy!"

He fell to his knees in front of Cedric's body and cried. He couldn't stop crying. No one spoke. We were all in shock. A student, dead, in front of us.

"You!"

Mr Diggory turned to face Mattheo.

"You're with your father! You're just like him! What did you do to my son?"

MATTHEO POV

Cedric's father was walking to me when Snape came behind me and stopped him.

"I think it's enough for the day."

He grabbed my hand, aggressively, and took me to a room, far away from the crowd.

"What happened? Tell me everything. What happened there?"

"Potter's right, he's back."

My arm was hearting me because of the cut. I covered it with my hand.

"How did he die."

I looked at him in the eyes. He knew how. It was obvious. The door opened suddenly and we saw Moody accompanied by Harry. His office was right next to the room we were in.

"I'm sorry gentlemen, I didn't know someone was alright here...."

"He was there, with me. He saw it too!"

Potter nearly screamed.

Moody looked at me.

"Really?"

"Yeah...."

"What did it fell like, standing next to him."

I didn't want to answer to this question. I didn't even know what I was feeling so Potter answered it.

"It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams or more like one of my nightmares."

Moody was searching something in a box. He was not feeling alright. Potter noticed it too.

"Were there others.... In the graveyard, were there others?"

Potter was about to answer but he stopped.