The Founder's Missing Piece

Chapter 17: Cedric Diggory

Cécile's P.O.V.

A few days after the twins had found me in Sirius' cave, I was wandering down to the Quidditch pitch with the rest of the school. The first Triwizard Tournament task was starting soon and it was apparently happening at the Quidditch pitch.

I didn't know what the task was, but that may have been because I had missed so many classes lately. There were probably a few things I missed in classes actually, Triwizard Tournament stuff being only one of them. I basically had no clue what was going on with the tournament.

Harry still hadn't take me up on my offer to be there for him if the whole school turned on him either, even though that was exactly what was happening. The only person that would still speak to him was Hermione. Which was fine, but one friend isn't really that great of a support system in a death-defying game.

I finally made it down to the Quidditch pitch, sitting down in the nearest empty seat. I looked around for the twins, not seeing either of them. I sighed in frustration. We still hadn't talked about what was going to happen with the three of us since I know their secret now. We just always seemed to be in different places.

When they found me the other day, we had rushed straight to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey had concluded I was fine and sent us straight to class. She had also sent magical memos to our teachers to make sure they knew I was cleared to leave the Hospital Wing and was more than able to attend class. So we didn't get a chance to talk then and have hardly seen each other since.

I hadn't been sleeping well either. Concerned thoughts about what was going to happen to our friendship were on a constant loop inside my head and my brain wouldn't shut up. What I was most concerned about was that I would just totally be cut out of their circle. Now that they felt comfortable loving each other, around me anyways, they were even closer than they were before, and I wasn't a part of the closer circle.

I was getting anxious and fidgety, so I got out of the seat to walk around a bit. As a last minute thought, I put my sweater on the seat so no one else would sit in it. It was actually a decent seat and I wanted to keep it.

After putting down the sweater, I climbed down the stands, wandering and looking around a bit. The Quidditch pitch had been turned into some sort of arena with a nest of eggs in the middle. There was also a post by the nest that looked as if a chain was meant to hook onto it. There was a large tent a little ways away where I assumed the champions were waiting to begin.

I wonder if the champions know what they're about to face, I thought to myself. It seems like something they should know about before hand. I mean, they are risking their lives to win this... I was snapped out of my thoughts when I found myself suddenly sitting on the ground.

It took me a second before I realized that I was on the ground because I had crashed into someone and another second to clock into the fact that I should apologize (because it was likely my own fault) to the person I had run into.

I looked up to see Cedric Diggory standing above me. He had probably been on his way into the champion tent. "Oh, hi Cedric," I told him, "sorry, that was probably my fault."

"Nah, it was probably mine," he said back, reaching down to grab my hand and help me off the ground. "I'm kind of distracted."

"Nervous?" I questioned, brushing the leaves and grass off of me.

"No, not really," he said.

"Not even a little?" I asked, not believing him.

"No, I'm good," he lied.

"I mean, if you say so. But just so you know, I wouldn't tell anyone if you were. I don't even have anyone to tell anyways," I said, laughing. I had actually been wondering why he was talking to me.