Cedric's Horcrux

Prologue

This book is dedicated to thelastsign , she has helped me so much, since about April and has really gone out of her way to help and make me feel really good about this book so I really hope y'all enjoy.

A/N:

BAR JK ROWLINGS CHARACTERS ALL ARE MINE

I've wanted to write a HP fanfic for such a long time; but the issue was finding a plot that hasn't been used (I don't think!) and trying to develop my own characters into the story to mix things up a lil bit. I am always browsing for stories but end up giving up after a few chapters when the plot is pretty much the same so I'm really hoping i'm delivering something different but WHO KNOWS? Comments and criticisms are welcome and appreciated, good or bad but pls be good lol

"It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!"

Albus Dumbledore, GoF

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'Don't worry my darling. You'll make an amazing Slytherin. The best Hogwarts will ever see!' I watched as my mum's eyes were glazed with pride. She always spoke so highly of her house during her time at Hogwarts, and had big plans for me, too.

There was a bang, with a quick flash of green light and some green smoke erupted from the fireplace as an awkward man stood of average height remained. He had messy dark hair,  which was slightly unshaven. He had a brilliant, kind smile that extended all the way up to his hazel eyes, to which he had crinkles at the sides from where he was always smiling. His crisp white shirt was untucked and blazer looked shabby, and he wore beige corduroy trousers.

I gave a warm smile directly at my father.

'Hello darling!' He bounded to wards me, gripping me in a tight bear hug. 'Asteria.' He said rather blankly to my mother as he scratched his head - the universal sign of when a man is feeling awkward.

My parents got divorced two years ago, yet conveniently they still haven't grown out of their childish behaviour regarding it. They were together for 25 years, since they were just 15. It seems that time has certainly put a strain on their relationship. As the years went on, so did their differences - they grew thick. Each argument they had built up to until the last straw broke the camel's back, and it ended messy. In divorce.

My father is a proud Gryffindor, and befriended Lily Evans, now deceased at his time during Hogwarts. While at Hogwarts my mother and father's polar opposites attracted, (my mother's father was a death eater whilst my fathers parents were revolted at the idea of Voldemort and death eaters) the rebellious romeo/Juliet element of the whole scenario - and it helped that my father was one year older than my mother, another attracted feature when you are a teenager - their relationship surprisingly lasted when they proudly used to claim that everybody doubted it from the start.

Well, it lasted enough for them to have me.

*FLASH*

Startled, as my vision faltered slightly, I shot a confused glance at my father, whose large fingers were wedged between a small camera device, something he has had the freedom to do since the divorce (despite my father coming from muggles, my mother grew up with parents absolutely hating them. Love was blind at the time and she didn't care for my fathers background, however she tolerated his muggle contraptions but always stuck up her nose to it. It's also safe to say that while she definitely wasn't as bothered about muggles, she takes pride in any scenario to go against them to see my father's reactions).

I looked at my mother now and my thoughts were correct, she wore a look of distaste as she eyed up both my dad and his camera. He was also looking at her face of distaste, I laughed to myself because from the first day he started Hogwarts he told me he always hated the snobby ignorant pureblood stereotype, something my mum has morphed more into over the past two years.

*FLASH*

The photo slowly slid sloppily out the camera.

'Got to love this camera, eh!' Dad grinned. 'This type is called a polaroid!' He smirked, as the photo slid out sloppily and he started fanning himself with it frantically.

'I thought you had to run to get photos like that developed?' I asked him, an eyebrow raised. He must have configured it with some magic charm of some sort.

'Muggle talk.' Mum muttered under her breath, enough for me to hear but fortunately dad didn't quite pick up on it.

'It's like magic, the photo prints there and then. Phenomenal!' He smiled crazily.

I burst out laughing at his outburst. Any wizard or witch with no connection to the muggle world wouldn't understand half of what he just said, but he has made it clear to me to familiarise me with everything muggle related so I avoided growing up with any stereotypes towards muggles or wizards with muggle backgrounds.

*FLASH*

'Okay, that's the last one I promise!' he said hurriedly, 'Got to capture my baby before she's sorted into Gryffindor don't I!' He roared proudly, frantically fanning himself with the polaroid to try and speed up the development.

He took this moment to examine my appearance, to make sure I looked presentable, ironically the opposite to what he looks like at the moment. While he is fussing over me, I take the time to steal a glance at my mother to see her reaction after dad's Gryffindor comment.

As expected, her grey eyes are narrowly looking at my father, a slight snarl on her face.

A few years back neither one would care, but they've been pushed more and more against each other, almost into a competition. It seems both are going out of each other's ways to piss of one another.

'Right dad, I don't wish to be late!' I quickly said, in an attempt to distract him before he starts mum off again, she has been more patient than usual at the moment.

'Right! Yes, of course! Mustn't be late on your first day!'

Mum scoffed loudly. Punctuality is something my dad was NOT known for. He hurriedly tucked his shirt in and tightened his belt before rushing to grab a handful of floo powder, spilling half of it on the rug, to which she emitted another audible scoff. He threw it into the fire, steering me towards it with his mighty hands on my shoulders. The green flames threatened us both, dancing in the fireplace.

'Bye mum!' I called out to her before we were about to leave.

'Helios.' Mum interrupted. 'You'll be able to collect her again at the Christmas term, yes?' Mum said shortly.

'Hang on Asteria, I'm taking her today, you can't expect me to pick her up all the time. You forget other people have lives of their own. Or maybe you forgot to think about anyone else these days?' He began.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my mother stiffen up as she folded her arms defensively as she was preparing to retaliate.

'Hogwarts.' I reminded my dad in a friendly yet annoyed tone, to try and ease him away from a argument.

'Actually Helios, I'm glad you brought up the subject of me thinking of myself.' She started, 'Who paid for her to go on a two week preparation course at Beauxbatons? You're also forgetting who paid for her school equipment and picked her up multiple times from your muggle parent's house while you were busy.'

'Hogwarts.' I said more assertively, silently praying that dad wouldn't have an argument back, as in her defence she did do a lot for me financially where my father couldn't, and she did run me around a lot in the summer. I was hoping to give him an easy exit out of an argument I thought he wouldn't win.

'Asteria. Selene is just a child. A human. Not an object to be won over by throwing some galleons here and there, we can't treat her like an object.'

'You're both treating me like an object anyway! A trophy to be won over! Just get me out of here please, I can't stand being in the same room as either one of you!' I erupted, shocked at my own exclamation and throwing a hand to clamp over my mouth.

'You're quite right.' Dad began. 'Let's get you to Hogwarts now. Asteria, goodbye. I'll send over Twinkie to you and we shall sort out some arrangements.' My dad said rather quietly.

Twinks was my family owl that we all shared to send post to each other. It mainly ended up with poor Twinks carrying bright red howlers to and fro mum and dad.

'Platform 9 and three quarters!' He bellowed as we both stepped into the green flames.