What Goes Up, Must Come Down #Wattys2016

Chapter 23: Yes I do

I'd like to get one thing straight: I'm not crying.

Yes, Cedric Diggory is dead, and I am not among all of those other girls (mostly Hufflepuffs) who are sobbing their eyes out.

Okay, I will admit, sense this is just my head, and unless there are any mind readers here, they won't know, I am somewhat upset. Sure, I was kinda unnecessarily cruel to Cedric, and he's dead now....I feel a bit....guilty, you could say.....okay, fine, I feel terrible! I feel like I'm going to cry, but I have enough self respect to save my tears for my pillow.

"Oi Cass. Where's Moody going?" Spencer, who is next to me, asks, breaking my train of thoughts, and points at Moody, who has Harry in some sort of headlock and was nearly inside Hogwarts.

I shrug, looking up and biting my lip. "How would I know?" My voice is shaky, but Spencer doesn't seem to notice.

"Because you and Moody are like best friends."

I blink, confused. "I don't remember being too close to Moody...."

"Whatever you say Cass."

Nodding sadly, I return my attention to Cedric's corpse, where professors are surrounding, a few trying to pull a sobbing Amos Diggory off of him, a couple others trying to keep Cho Chang, his girlfriend, away from Cedric, and the rest just standing there, having no idea what to do. I don't blame them.

When I'm Minister for Magic, or doing whatever I can to be dominating the world (because I WILL rule the world one day!) and one of my colleagues or slaves die, I would be either pretty upset or confused. Maybe both. I'm not sure. That's not a topic I think about on a daily basis, if you know what I mean.

As I continue to observe the professors, Dumbledore suddenly looks up, grabs Snape and McGonagall, and pulls them away from Cedric, and follows the path that Moody and Harry took. Okay, now this is getting weird....

Before I even know what I'm doing, because I have no self control of my body (OBVIOUSLY), I stand up, push past a confused Spencer, a couple other sobbing girls and emotionless boys, and began to walk to where Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall are going. I get onto the grass when someone places their hand on my shoulder, and I stop my tracks immediately. "Rose, are you okay?" A WAY too familiar voice asks.

"Go away George." I mumble under my breath, unsure whether he even heard it or not. George probably didn't hear it, as he doesn't leave, but instead grabs my left hand firmly, and pulls me away from everyone outside, and through a door, into one of Hogwarts's halls. "What in the bloody name of Merlin do you want Weaslebee?" I turn around to face him, my voice shaking slightly.

"Just making sure you don't have to cry in front of everyone." He says simply, smiling goofy. "Libby was watching you for a bit, by the way. And she wold never let you forget it."

Biting my lip, I can't help but smile sadly. "I'm not going to cry George."

"You called me George!" He exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

Crap....I did....."So what?" I look at the ground, blushing intensely. "Why does that matter now? With Cedric..." I can't even finish that sentence, as I'm afraid that if I do I will burst into tears.

George tries to maintain his happy look, but fails, as his smile diminishes. "Yeah, it sucks. I never really got to know him." He purses his lips, and runs a hand through his messy red hair. "And now with him dead.....is he really back?"

I blink, confusion taking over my sadness and regret for a second. "Is who back?"

"You-Know-Who! Harry was screaming that he killed Cedric for like five minutes before Moody managed to pull him off."

"Really?" I raise my eyebrows, straining to remember.

"Really." George nodded. "So, do you believe him?"

I gulp. Do I? Why would I believe Harry Potter, of all people? But....who else could have killed Cedric? Twenty four hours ago, I never would have admitted it, but again, as this is just in my head, and no one will know (unless George is an Legilimens, which seeing his lack of brain cells, is highly unlikely) Cedric is a pretty tough bloke. I doubt the maze alone could take him down. It had to be the work of a wizard, and that possesses magical ability stronger than him. No one else was in the maze, besides the other champions, so unless Harry Potter took Cedric down himself, it was most likely You-Know-Who, or one of his psycho followers.

Sighing heavily, I slowly moved my head up and down. "Yes. Yes I do."