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"Harry! Calliope!" I felt Dumbledore try to yank me from Cedric's body but I refused to let go of my friend. I feel he tried to do the same to Harry as he kept repeating "No! No!" as he latched onto Cedric and myself tightly.
"What happened?"
"He's back. He's back. Voldemort's back." Harry cried.
"Cedric asked me to bring his body back." I cried to Dumbledore, my head still laying on Cedric's chest. "I couldn't leave him, not there."
Dumbledore put his arms gently around us as we cried. "It's okay. You're home. All of you are home."
"Keep everyone back." I heard Fudge order someone. "A boy has just been killed."
I heard Amos Diggory let out an awful cry. "Let me through! That's my son! That's my boy!"
I managed to pull myself off of Cedric's chest, still keeping hold of his now cold hand.
"My boy!" He cried, laying his forehead on top of his sons.
"Sir, I am so sorry." I said softly, the man looking up into my eyes. "I tried to save him. I just wasn't quick enough."
Suddenly, Harry and I were grabbed roughly by Mad-Eye as he dragged us away from the heavy crowd back to the school. I felt so physically and emotionally drained I couldn't pull myself away from the man. Glancing at Harry's exhausted face I knew he was feeling the same way.
We made it to his office and he threw Harry and myself into two chairs. "Are you both alright?"
Harry nodded his head but I couldn't bring myself to say anything.
Mad-Eye glanced at both of our arms, where Pettigrew had sliced them open. "Does it hurt?"
I shrugged my shoulders as Harry shook his head. "Not so much now."
"The cup was a portkey. Someone had bewitched it." Harry said quietly.
"What was it like? What was he like?" Mad-Eye asked, excitedly.
