Stone [Cedric Diggory]✔

coming home

When the letter from Eleanor reached her, Chrys had made a choice. A choice neither of the portraits agreed with.
But she needed to fight. If not only to avenge the boy she had loved with every fiber of her being.
Still, she was in need for the calm. The calm she could only get in one place.
At dusk she would leave for war. Helga.. it felt so surreal. Cedrics and Sapphires portraits she had shrunken to fit into her pockets. If she were to die, she'd die with them by her side. Both of the pictures wait in her hut as she leaves for her little slice of heaven.

Walking into the enclosure she is lead away by the beasts again. Far enough so that no one would hear her voice as she'd talk to them, spill her hearts content out before their hooves.
"I'm leaving. I always knew that war would come but Merlin I hoped I wouldn't be there to face it.", she says, curling into the body of Ceberus, closing her eyes.
Tears leave her eyes. "I just need closure. For the better or for worse. I need to do my part in avenging those I love. But it's just so hard to face my fear of arriving there and seeing the place we shared our last memories at in pieces. Coming home to a broken home. I need them, but I'll never be able to feel their touch again and it hurts. It hurts so terribly I feel like dying. But I promised to keep on living. It's tearing me apart."
"What is it that you long for the most?"
Immediately she opens her eyes. "What? Who..?!"
"Trust me and answer. Don't hesitate. Don't think. Just answer."
"Cedric."
The name leaves her lips without even having to think for a second. It was true. She had found closure when it came to never being able to have her sister again. It was enough for her that her sister continued to live in her heart. But she'd never be able to let go of Cedric. Never be able to forget him. He was simply her soulmate.
"You'll go war. But you won't go alone. Leave now. Do not take anything but your wand with you. Just leave right now."
It feels wrong to leave the portraits at the sanctuary, but she feels as if she can trust the disembodied voice.
She gets onto her feet and disapparates.

She was coming home.