Megan Potter

Chapter 12

A/N- please share this story with your friends, it would mean the world to me ❤️ also I thought it seemed fit to update today since it is not only Harry Potter's, J.K Rowling's and Richard Griffiths' birthday, it is also the release day of The Cursed Child script book! This is a very long chapter too! So happy reading everyone! ❤️💛💚💙

Okay. Breathe. Just breathe.

Today is the day. God, I am seriously not ready for this! What if he hates me? What if he starts crying? What if he figures out why I did it? I need to talk to Cedric. Oh, wait, I haven't really mentioned Cedric. Cedric is my best friend, more so than even Hermione, and he always has words of wisdom for me or even just a hug if that is all I need. Cedric is like my big brother.

However, I  haven't seen Cedric in a while... Since 29th October to be exact, this means that I haven't seen Cedric since before the Triwizard Cup chose it's champions and I have been so selfish, so worried about Harry that I haven't even been to see how Cedric is. Although, I know he will be ecstatic, he has been wanting this since the Triwizard Tournament was announced, though that doesn't mean that I wanted it. I was so scared for him, but he couldn't see past the daze that the promised riches and eternal glory had created for him, he didn't understand the emotions I was feeling: the heartache; the premature grief; the pain. We talked about it for hours...

29th October

"Ced, you can't seriously be considering this?!" I exclaimed.

How could Cedric be so stupid, so reckless? This wasn't like him. He was usually the most modest yet bubbly person I know.

My mind drifts back to the 22nd of August, the 422nd Quidditch World Cup.

I went with Arthur Weasley and the rest of the Weasley clan- including Harry and Hermione- and Amos Diggory, Cedric's father (of course Cecdric came too).  It was incredible.  The stadium was enormous- I heard it took ministry officials an entire year to construct it and it held 1,000's of people!

The size of it all got me to thinking how small everything is, how insignificant one wizard is. There is a whole other world out there- the muggle world- and there are people like Viktor Krum who are known through out the wizarding world. Then there's me... Tiny insignificant me... I know I'm sounding philosophical and maybe a bit silly, but it's like what the great William Shakespeare once wrote: 'Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.'

I have always found Shakespeare interesting. He is a mere muggle who lived 500 years ago and yet he can create such captivating and phenomenal stories and worlds, he is truly magical. My favourite of all of his stories is one called Romeo and Juliet. It is about a boy and a girl who's love is written in the stars, it is fate that they should be together, but it has a tragic end. To ensure that they can both be together forever, they both kill themselves- it is so tragic, yet so beautiful.

The extract I mentioned is from Macbeth which is a story about a man who yearns for power, power, and more power. He gets this power in cunning ways and inevitably- as happens in almost all Shakespeare plays- this leads to his death. What he says in the extract means: 'Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. The days creep slowly along until the end of time. And every day that's already happened has taken fools that much closer to their deaths.'

It's true. I do not grant my brother to be a fool, but how many times does he have to face Voldemort before he does actually die... What about the Triwizard Tournament? People have died in that before and so could my brother or my best friend... I shiver just at the thought of it- that brings me back to reality, to my conversation with Cedric.

"Meg, why can't you be supportive for once in your life?" Cedric questioned.

Now that was a dig. I stayed silent, but I could feel a lump forming in my throat, the tears begging to fall and I felt a fire behind my eyes as they started to glass up.

Cedric could tell that I didn't take too well to his comment.

"Meg, I didn't mean it like that, you know I didn't." He tried to consolidate me.

"Well that's what you said, isn't it, Cedric? God I don't even know why I bother. You know I support you! I'm probably the most bloody supportive friend you have! Do you not remember the year you tried out for the quidditch team? The hours we spent training in rain, in wind, and in snow?! I didn't have to waste 4 months helping you train, but I did... I..." I trailed off as I felt the first tear slip down my cheek, but when I put my and up to wipe it away, I found both cheeks already completely wet...

"Hey Megi Moo. Come here." He stepped forward to hug me, but I mirrored his step with a step backwards of my own.

"Don't," I managed to choke out, "just don't."

With that I ran off in the opposite direction and ended up in in the dungeons... The perfect place for the Gryffindor princess... However, I didn't care. I just sat by an old portrait at the end of a corridor that was submerged in just enough darkness to keep me hidden and I cried.

That's when he turned up. I didn't even notice until I felt a body sit down beside me and I turned my head not expecting my eyes to land upon Draco Malfoy.

"Oh I-I'm sorry. I'll go. I know I shouldn't b-be here...I..." But as I got up to leave his hand stole into mine and he gently pulled me back down.

"Megan, you're crying, you should not be apologising." That was the first time my first and real name had ever slipped from the lips of Draco Malfoy.

I didn't know what to say. I felt as though my body was numb and I didn't know if I wanted to recoil or rest my head on this boys shoulder. I don't know what in Merlin's name made me do it, but I did the latter. Malfoy jerked a bit as I did so and I was getting ready for my second row of the day when he whispered, "Everything is going to be okay, Meg. Everything is going to be okay."

And that is how we stayed, sitting in that position for Merlin knows how long with my hand still enclosed in his.

***

I miss him so much. I don't care that we argued, I need him and I will bet that he needs me. I'm going to find him.

I made my way through the enormous castle that I call my school and I had never been as nervous as I was now, standing outside, preparing myself to knock on the door.

The Hufflepuff common room door.

I had been in the Hufflepuff common room countless times before and yet anxiety flooded me as I examined the door. It is much different to Gryffindor's common room door because where that one has the portrait of the Fat Lady concealing it, this one has a big mahogany door with a sizeable door knocker in the shape of a badger on it blocking the way of intruders and a large door mat in front of the door itself.

I took a deep breath, my fist shaking as I raised it, and I rapped on the door one, two, three times...