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"Look at me. Just one last time" He asked me, his bloodied hands cupping the side of my stained cheeks, I could feel the tears beginning to break. "You should know that I loved you too."



𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑


SEPTEMEMBER 1993

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SEPTEMEMBER 1993


𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲


⎯⎯⭐︎⎯⎯

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 was crowded with first year students as I frantically tried to manoeuvre past them. I stood proud when I managed to reach the end of the chaotic groups, a faint smile danced on my lips as I noticed my friends arguing near a carriage door as usual.

"Excuse me, do you think you could help me with these" A sweet voiced asked, drawing my attention away from my group of friends. A young witch stood in front of me clinging on to her luggage for dear life. She looked no more than eleven, definitely a first year I thought. 

"Of course." I smiled down at her, grabbing one of the heavier bags for her. "The luggage cart is down that way" I pointed. "Follow me" 

The younger witch did much to stay behind me as we walked through the packs of students. I looked down at her noticing a Hogwarts acceptance letter in her hand. She looked just as just as excited as me when I was her age.

"Why are you looking at me like that." Cedric asked me with weary eyes, as I looked at him with eyes that spoke 'I'm going to kill you'.  "Seriously Cece. It's weird" He shrugged begging to grow annoyed with my immaturity. 

"I was waiting for Tawny and you rudely interrupted me" I replied, taking a small sip of the orange juice. 

My brother looked at me a small smile forming. "And what exactly did I interrupt" He laughed. 

I huffed, taking a bite out of the sandwich on my plate. "I get my letter today" 

He looked at me. A hint of mischief on his face. "How do you know it's not been delivered yet?" he said smirking.

I looked at my older brother with a frown. "Because I've been waiting all morning. And Tawny hasn't-" I looked over at my brother as he pulled the letter from under the table, waving it around tauntingly. 

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