The Dance- A Harry Potter Love Story (BOOK 2)

Chapter 15

I felt myself slam flat into the ground; my face was pressed into grass; the smell of it filled my nostrils. I had closed my eyes while the Portkey transported us, and I kept them closed now. I did not move. All the breath seemed to have been knocked out of me; my head was swimming so badly I felt as though the ground beneath him were swaying like the deck of a ship. To hold myself steady, I tightened my hold on the two things I was still clutching: Harry's hand and Cedric's body. Shock and exhaustion kept me on the ground, breathing in the smell of the grass, waiting... waiting for someone to do something... something to happen... someone to tell me it wasn't real.

A torrent of sound deafened and confused me; there were voices everywhere, footsteps, screams... I remained where I was as the weight of it all crashed down on me.

Cedric was gone.

Forever.

All the tears and screams and yells I had been holding back came freely now as my eyes flew open. Dumbledore was crouching next to me, telling me to let go of Cedric, but I only tightened my held on him and cried into his limp chest. I wouldn't let go. Not ever.

"He told us to take his body back. I couldn't leave him," Harry sobbed next to me as I heard Amos Diggory crashing onto the field.

"NO! My boy!" The man's horrifying yells were the most painful thing I had ever witnessed, and it only made me sob harder over the death of someone as innocent as Cedric Diggory.

I forced myself to stare into his steely grey eyes, which no longer reflected the stars that shone down on them.

"Ced," I whispered, my voice cracking. "You told me I was all you needed. I'm here," I shook his shoulders. "I'm here!" I called desperately. I then leant forward, and placed one last kiss on his cold lips, and willed myself to get control. I felt Harry's arm slide around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder, sobbing still. I felt Harry's tears on my head as I gripped Cedric's hand, listening to the screams of the girls around me. The echoes of 'he's dead' being passed around the stands...

Finally, I heard the one voice I wanted to hear.

"ADDY!" I heard the yells of Rhydian as he sprinted towards us. He scooped me up into his arms as Dumbledore set Harry on his feet, and I cried, once more, into my brother's shoulder.

"He's gone, Rhyds. H-he told me he would stay with me. That he'd never leave," I knew I sounded really selfish at that moment, but really? I didn't care.

"Shhhh," Rhydian whispered soothingly. "It's going to be fine, Adds."

As I let go of Rhydian, Moody walked towards us.

"Come on, Harry, Addy," he said, while Dumbledore was comforting Amos.

"Dumbledore said we should s-stay here," I gasped as Moody pulled me off.

"You don't want to be here right now," Moody said simply.

"B-but" Harry protested, but it was no use, we were already nearing the Castle.

Professor Moody was twitching and flinching a lot as we walked into his office. "What was it like? To stand in the Dark Lord's presence?" He questioned dreamily, as me and Harry exchanged confused looks.

"Um... well..." Harry began awkwardly, clutching the cut on his arm.

"Were there others?" Moody limped off towards the other room, struggling with something, and searching through his cabinets. "In the graveyard, were there others?" He repeated, and I stood, startled.

"Well-" Harry began.

"I don't remember saying anything about a graveyard, did you Harry?" I asked, shocked. Harry's face dawned with confusion.