Magical - Harry Potter Fanfiction

60| Goodbye

It was the morning of Cedric's funeral, the last day of school, and the day that Durmstrang and Beauxbatons would be leaving. It was that day again. We were going back, the year was finished. You start every year thinking it couldn't be more dramatic than the last, but you're always wrong.

I sat in front of the mirror applying my makeup for the funeral. The past two days had been terrible. I'd spent no time with any of my friends, Harry, Viktor, Fleur and I spent the time getting interviewed and getting photo shoots done. I tried to my best to give the best I could for it, but my heart just wasn't in it anymore. I was hurting that Cedric was gone. And I think the fact that he's gone had made me realise that I had feelings for him. Or at least now I was sure.

"Told Harry you kissed Cedric and had feelings for him yet?" Mia asked, sitting down next to me and doing her eyeliner.

I shook my head as I put the lid on my mascara. "I'm waiting for the right time."

"There isn't going to be a 'right time', Charlene. You just have to do it," Mia told me.

"I guess," I said, looking through my makeup. "Hey, what kind of eyeshadow should I do?"

"I reckon keep it natural?" She suggested.

"That's great," I said, deciding not to do any eyeshadow.

"I know you're sad about Cedric. But I think today will be good for you. You'll be able to get some closure. And once you've spoken to Harry you'll be able to move on," Mia said.

"I know. Well, at least I hope so. I'm worried about how Harry's going to react," I said.

"He'll be hurt," Mia said.

"At least you're telling me it like it is. That's why I like coming to you for advice," I said.

"I tell it like it is or I don't tell it at all. Anyway, as I said, today will be good for you," Mia said, closing her makeup bag. "You almost ready?"

Mia and I changed into our robes. I sprayed on some perfume and then I was done, Mia and I headed down to the great hall.

"You good?" Viktor asked me as I arrived with Mia.

I nodded and sat down with Fleur, Viktor and Harry. Mia and the rest of the gang sat behind us. I heard Fred laugh at something George said and then Mia told him to knock it off as Dumbledore walked to the front of the hall.

Cedric's father took his body, so it was technically more a memorial than a funeral. There wasn't an open casket or anything, and I don't know how I feel about that.

"Cedric Diggory was an amazing person, we all knew that. Those who were close to Cedric knew how special he was, he was loyal, intelligent, and an amazing friend to all," Dumbledore said, starting his speech. "He was honest, brave and true, right to the very end."

Fleur daintily put her hand on top of mine.

"You know what I cannot get off of my mind?" Fleur said.

"What's that?" I asked her.

"It could have been any of us. I mean, that wouldn't have made it hurt any more or any less, but it could have been any one of us. Isn't that a scary thought?" Fleur said.

"It almost was me too," I told her.

Fleur nodded, knowing exactly what had happened in the graveyard after I had recounted it to the other champions and my friends.

"We'll all remember Cedric, and when we think of him, we'll think fondly of the memories we have with him. I'm sure our champions will think of the bond they shared, going through the tournament together," Dumbledore said.

I felt a tear roll down my face as Dumbledore finished his speech.

After that, everyone got up and we went over to the food. Mia gave me a hug and then Harry did.

"You doing okay?" Hermione asked, passing me a plate of food.

I shrugged.

"You still wanna stay at my house this Summer?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," I said with a smile.

"Cool, I feel like we haven't spent much time together lately, you're either with Mia, Harry or busy with tournament stuff," Hermione said.

"I'm sorry I've been a bit distant lately, there have been a few things going on," I told her. "This year has been a bit crazy."

"Well, I hope we can catch up a bit during the Summer," Hermione told me.

"Of course," I said with a smile.

I gave Hermione a hug.

"Charlene," greeted Dumbledore with a smile.

"Hi," I said cheerfully.

"How are you?" Dumbledore asked.

"I've been better," I said.

"I think this Summer break is coming at a very good time," Dumbledore said with a slight nod.

"Definitely," I replied.

"Can we speak in my office?" Dumbledore asked. "I don't mean to pull you away from the festivities, but this is rather important and I don't know if I'll get another chance."

"Yeah of course," I agreed.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded and I followed him to his office and we sat down.

"I'm proud of you, Charlene. I'm proud of everything you've done this year. I hope you know how much you've achieved," Dumbledore said.

"Thank you, Sir," I said.

"The reason I wanted to talk to you Charlene, it's about the graveyard. Charlene, there is a prophecy about you and Harry, and that's why you ended up in that graveyard," Dumbledore said.

"Shouldn't Harry be here too then?" I asked.

"Harry and I have had our talk," Dumbledore said calmly.

"What's the prophecy about?" I asked urgently.

"The Chosen One will overpower the Dark Lord. But The Chosen One can only do it if he puts his faith in one person, the person he chooses. The person The Chosen One chooses, it cannot be done without them," Dumbledore read.

"Wait, so is one of us the chosen one?" I asked.

"Harry is the chosen one. And he has chosen you, he will defeat the Dark Lord one day, but he needs your help. There is no way it can be done without you," Dumbledore told me.

"Harry chose me?" I asked, shocked.

"Not literally. You're Harry's number one person. He would always choose you, even subconsciously," Dumbledore explained. "Does that make sense?"

"I think so. So do you know what I can don't defeat Voldemort? When can we start? Does everyone know he's back?" I asked.

"I'm afraid defeating Voldemort isn't as simple as just a duel or a curse. It will take time. But I want you to focus on your schooling next year. That's all I ask from you," Dumbledore told me.

"So Harry's the chosen one?" I said.

"It was predicted that he would one day kill Voldemort, and that's why Voldemort wanted to kill Harry all those years ago," Dumbledore explained.

"I'm assuming Harry knows this?" I asked.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Enjoy the Summer, Charlene," Dumbledore told me. "Relax, spend time with your friends, they'll always be there for you, that I know for sure."