When Mia Grey moves to the small town of Forks, Washington, she doesn't expect the ghost of her past to haunt her. Let alone come in the shape of Edward Cullen, the man that resembles the late Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory.
Edward Cullen x fem OC
Twi...
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Under the casting shadows of lightning strikes, a tortured silence consumes the expanse of the home like a forest fire. Memories and complicated emotions are conjoined into a rhythmic pattern of divulgence. The unveiling of the truth has been unlike any occurrence and instead of offering alleviation, incertitude and incredulity have been casted like a curse.
Mia clings onto the base of the sofa, her nails digging deep into the fabric that the threads are threatening to snap. She's been trying to put the puzzle pieces together and understand the words being told, but every piece keeps getting further from her grasp and landing in the clouded part of her mind.
Edward has been silent for what appears to be an eternity. He's remained frozen like a statue in a state of shock that's a rare sight for someone as composed as him. His hands are pressed into tight fists, his fingers digging deep into his palm in a threat to destroy his perfectly sculpted palms.
Mia looks up from the ground, her voice low when she says, "Are you sure about this?"
"I'm sure," Remus says, his shoulders hunched and gaze adorned with tension.
She stands up and grasps her hair in disbelief, "How could he have survived the curse? When Harry brought him, he was..." Her voice fades into an unnerved silence as the memory of that night resurfaces like a dormant virus awakening, "He was dead. There was a funeral and we- we all attended."
"How Harry survived and how curses can be rebounded... it's all unexplainable," Remus tries explaining, but not knowing how the Hufflepuff actually survived makes it hard to offer any clarification. "There's a reason why you two felt a connection when you first met, why you became friends so quickly, and trusted your secrets to one another. It's because you already knew each other."
"Why can't I remember anything?" Edward breathes uncontrollably and focuses on the one crack on the floor as if to maintain his composure. "Why can't I remember?!"
His loud voice takes the others by the surprise, but Mia doesn't react. She simply stares ahead, her mind running a mile a minute as flashes of that summer start playing. From Harry bringing his body back, his cries, his father's screams, the chaos around the field, and their gazes; their eyes filled with despair and sheer terror at his death being the beginning of the end.
And the speech... the one Dumbledore gave in his honor.
"Cedric Diggory was exceptionally hard working, infinitely fair-minded, and most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend."
She shuts her eyes closed and tries ignoring the memory, but the truth is making her feel as if his memorial had been yesterday.
"You have the right to know exactly how he died," Dumbledore walks down a few steps closer to the stand. His voice is all but a whisper when he says, "Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort."
