Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

Weighing Wands

I don't own nothin. (except the plot)

Cedric POV

"He's such a loser!" Emma laughs, nudging my shoulder playfully. She was talking about Harry Potter, just like the rest of the school. I roll my eyes, and go back to doing my divination homework.

Predict an event in your near future.

Not wanting to "predict" anything, I jot down the reasonable choice:

I see certain death in my future.

I plop my book and parchment down beside me and sigh.

"For the last time Em, you don't even know if he put his name in the goblet. For all you know, someone put it in for their own purpose. "

"Really Cedric? Who would want to put his name in the stupid cup? He probably wants more attention.". The wind howls, and her papers scatter, flying in the breeze, and falling all around the courtyard. "It's the heir of Slytherin thing all over again.". Emma flicks her wand, and the papers gather into one neat pile in her arms.

"Cedric can I talk to you for a second?" Harry appears in front of us, and my face turns red. He probably just heard the end of the conversation.

"Sure. " I reply, and Harry grasps my forearm, and pulls me a decent amount away from anyone else. I say a quick goodbye to Emma, then turn to face Harry, whose hair is blowing to the right, obscuring his scar from view.

"Dragons." He says. "Dragons are the first task. They've got one for each of us.". He begins to walk away, but I grab his arm.

"What do you mean? I ask desperately, hoping the answer isn't what I think it is.

"Get past them, fight them, I'm not really sure. Just thought you should know, all the other champions do." He mumbles something incoherent under his breath, and starts to walk away again. Mimicking our earlier situation, I step in front of him, blocking him from leaving.

"Listen Harry, thanks for telling me. I owe you one. " I thank, staring him dead in the eye. The gryffindor shifts uncomfortably, his feet moving side to side.

"Uh, any... " His sentence is cut short by Percy walking in on our conversation.

"Can I talk to you for a second, Ced?" He asks, his eyes moving between me and Harry nervously, sending a very clear message.

He can't hear us- demigod buisness.

"Um, OK then. Thanks again Harry!" Percy waves at Harry, and pulls us a decent amount away from anyone else.

"Do you know Draco Malfoy?" He says.

"The snobby fourth year Slytherin? Yes, I know him"

"Yeah, well he's a umm..." He looks around nervously, seeing if there's anyone who could intrude in on our conversation. "Demigod." Percy whispers. My mouth drops open.

"What!" I yell a bit too loudly, catching the attention of several nearby wizards.

"Shhh!" He says "Son of Ares. And, oh... Hermione knows too." He just throws it around casually, as if its no big deal that Draco is a demigod or that Hermione knows about our secret.

"Perce, if she blabs about it..."

"She won't!" He insists, "I trust her on this!"

"Fine!" I argue, throwing my arms up. "But don't come to me when she goes blabbing to the whole school about it!"

"I'll say it one more time... She won't!" He yells, not noticing the people beginning to surround.

"That's just your loyalty talking, Jackson!" I say