metamorphmagus | cedric diggory

Once

Here's a little back-story chapter by using one of my favourite songs at the moment. 7 years by Lukas Graham so go and check it out!!! Hope you enjoy:)

Once I was seven years old...

My strange abilities didn't allow me to be able to go to a muggle school like my twin sisters did. Carefully I stayed at home, reading books my mum gave me and working it out for myself. Hogwarts was a big boost, I'd never been taught by somebody before, only books.

My momma told me go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely...

My mum urged me to be able to control my abilities, the only time she spent with me was when she was teaching me to control them. Though how could she even understand? She wasn't like me. Though my mum urged me to make friends, we didn't know many wizarding families apart from the Parkinsons, though I wasn't exactly friends with Pansy. One time I went out to see the muggle children, my hair changed, resulting in the ministry getting involved.

Once I was a seven year old...

My two sisters were just born at the time. I never told anyone though I heard my mum pray at night, I heard her wish and hope they weren't like me. Most people told me that my ability was rare and beautiful, she always despised it, I felt like a freak.

It was a big, big world...

We always went on holiday, always to quiet wizarding resorts; nobody could find me who was a muggle that way. I would have liked to say that I made lots of friends, as they should have been used to magic. However they called me 'weird' and looked down on me, I didn't know if they were jealous or just scared of the unknown. Hogwarts was more accepting, though I guess I learned how to control it more there.

But we thought we were bigger...

The children at any resort was a microcosm of society, Hogwarts was similar. You had the popular group who lead everybody, people wanted to be them. Then you had their secondary, advisers even. Those who were cool enough to hang out with the popular, though they always felt the least within them. Of course then you had the rest of the kids, I was below them. Everybody thought they were older and wiser than how they actually were, they thought they knew every up and down of the world. How wrong we were.

Pushing each other to the limits...

At one point my life before I went to Hogwarts, the training got harder from my mum. There was more pressure to keep my gift in and live my life at Hogwarts without a drop of the truth. I was pushed to resolve this case and the amount of stress that made me less happy actually made me manage to control it. Due to how much stronger I was when I was happy. It wasn't a good thing, though I would never say that my mum didn't have good intentions.

We were learning quicker...

The work I did outside of my training became more enjoyable for me. I looked forward to sitting down and doing necessary Math and English, Science and more. I felt happy to learn and the more I did the more I felt I knew about the world. Since I would have to deal without my beloved Math at Hogwarts, I wouldn't mind stopping English and Science. I had a determination to learn enough for Hogwarts and I was ready several months before I needed too.

Once I was eleven years old...

I received my Hogwarts letter on the morning of my 11th Birthday, on the 15th April 1989. Everything seemed brighter, my mum was worried as my hair turned the brightest yellow when I received. Though just holding the fine parchment in my hands and knowing I could go to a place that teaches me magic, that I could go to an actual school and make friends. It brought the biggest joy. That would have been my patronus thought if I didn't have Cedric.

My daddy told me go get yourself a husband or you'll be lonely...

Almost a week after I arrived at school I had a letter from my dad asking if I had met anybody. By then me and Cedric's eyes interlocked from across the common room. He simply smiled at me and from that moment on, I was deeply and hardly in love with Cedric Diggory. Just look where I am now...

Once I was eleven years old...

First year was a whirlwind, though I had planned my Iris transformation from before I came. She arrived slightly late, just after Sofia had to be 'taken home' due to her illness. However my parents never knew about what I forged and Iris got sorted late in front of the whole school. The hat went along with my plan and Iris started in Slytherin. Cedric spoke to her in her first class the next day.

I always had that dream, like my daddy before me...

Me and my dad were just the crazy dreamers of love, the ones who when they finally found it, they kept it and nurtured it, for they we were the truly grateful ones. My mother was the first woman my dad loved and I hope will be the last, if only he could realise that his daughter is following in his footsteps, and that Cedric wasn't that bad...

So I started writing songs, I started writing stories...

Secretly I always carried a notebook, my pen was charmed so only I could see what I wrote, to others it was the same old empty diary. Often when I was bored of switching personalities I would become this whole new character when I wrote. I loved the idea of creating stories though I always failed to finish one, I adored to create characters and not always to finish their stories off. The possibilities of their end was a mystery to me as I wrote..

Something about that glory, it always seemed to bore me...

Glory. People hunted it down like a chase of cat and mouse, though only some were lucky enough for their claws to grab the mouse and hold it happily in the grasp. However for me when the eternal glory of the Triwizard Tournament came around I held a bitterly confused look as I watched my peers sign up for death. Cedric went for it, despite him bringing the Hufflepuff house pride the eternal glory seemed to be to cheesy for me, too smug and irritating. I much preferred to have a sense of glory without myself knowing, that would be alright I guess.

Cause only those I really love will ever really know me...

I've only told one person about Iris, a human being I trust with my soul, Cedric Diggory. Of course others know but they found out, I never personally told them. I also did tell Angelina, who I love as a friend dearly, though I doubt she took me seriously. For me Iris is a major part of me still, so the people who know about this see a different side to me. A mash of the best parts of Sofia and the best parts of Iris. The rest see me as each side, it's quite interesting.