The Exchange Student - Cedric Diggory⁴

➣ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝟔 "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙨"

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Second year; second term; January - June 1991

December 24, 1990

Dear Uncle Siri,

I can't believe it took me this long to remember how I used to call you. I have no idea if you actually remember me, or if you have already gone mad, or if you're dead.

I hope you're not.

These past few months you have been, surprisingly, the main topic for most of my conversations. I've been trying to recollect as much information about you as I can. I've heard the bad and the worse, but also the good and the great. And I'm left confused.

I really don't know what to make of you. Some say you are a traitor, but others say you were filled with love and loyalty.

Caelum and I decided to give you a chance. Which is why we're writing you, against all odds.

We want you to tell us your side of the story. We know there are things left to be said, so, take this chance to do so. I can't promise much can be done with it, but we still want to read it.

I know, it's the stupidest thing to wish you a happy Christmas or New Year, considering the place you are in right now. But I still want to say that, if you're alive, I hope our letters can bring back a little bit of your will to live.

With love,

NC-L

P.S. Brownie, the owl, will stay with you for a few days to rest, and to give you time to write your answer.

December 24, 1990

Dear Dad,

I don't even know where I should begin, or if this will ever reach you, or if you are still alive.

I think I'm just gonna make this short. I believe there are some pieces of information missing in your case. And for now, I'm refusing to believe you are a traitor, or that you would've gambled with the life of your friends. Considering it didn't get you anything, more the contrary.

So, I guess that's what I wanted to say. I hope you are still alive, and still keep a little bit of sanity to remember me, because I could never forget you. I hope our letters make this time of the year a little bit happier for you.

With love,

CC-B

P.S. Write your answers on a single paper, together.

January 5, 1991

My dear C and N,

I'm sorry this answer took so long, your owl passed out after arriving. I won't waste space talking about how much I've cried since reading your letters, I'll just get to it.

I swear to you, for the most sacred things in my life —my son and my wife—, I didn't do anything, except for being reckless and thoughtless.

Everyone thinks I was chosen to be the Potters' Secret Keeper, and that's true, I was chosen, but I didn't get to become it. Days before, while talking with María, we came to realize it was obvious I was going to be chosen, far too obvious. So I went to James, and I convinced him and Lily to, instead, choose Peter as the Secret Keeper. That way, I would be able to distract everyone, no one would even think about him being the Secret Keeper. We would have time to pack our things and leave.