Megan Potter - A saga of the Heart - Book 3 - Past and Present

Chapter 8 - From Grim to worse

Megan was happy to get outside after lunch, but an even more pleasant surprise waited for her as she left the Great Hall.

“Hello, Cedric,” she smiled. “Be careful, I might think you're stalking me.”

He smiled back.

“There'd be worse ways to spend my time.”

They were still a little early for their next class, and Megan was glad to be able to talk to him a moment.

“So, how's it going?” he asked.

“... I'd say pretty weird, actually...”

“Why is that?”

She told him the events of the morning.

“Well, it's true she's a little... different, but you never know what skill might come in handy. It could be useful to know how to decipher omens or something.”

“I guess.” Megan answered.

“And as for the Grim, to be honest, I'm not that surprised.”

“What, that it fell upon me or that she said I had it?” Megan asked.

“Both, depending how up to date she keeps herself with everything that happens.” Cedric answered. “I mean, whether we like it or not, you are connected to You-Know-Who, and he's pretty much the incarnation of death.”

Megan pondered this. She had indeed found out that the night You-Know-Who, whose real name was Voldemort, formerly known as Tom Riddle, had killed her parents, he had accidentally placed some of his power (namely the ability to speak Parsletongue) into her when he had attempted to kill her.

“I guess that's possible.” Megan admitted.

“But you've faced him three times and made it out, so no need to worry,” he smiled. “They say the third time's a charm, but you've had the third time and it didn't work. I wouldn't let it rattle me if I were you. If you keep fearing death, you forget to live, and then the whole thing's pointless.”

“You're right.” Megan said. “Besides, there are more than enough things in my life worth living for.”

She was thinking about her friends, the warm feelings Cedric aroused inside her, even though she was unsure whether she wanted him to know or not. He was a fifth year, he was not going to be interested in her...

“Megan? We're heading to Hagrid's, you coming?”

Harry, Ron and Hermione were coming out, Ron and Hermione not looking at each other.

“Oh, right... I'll be right there.”

They headed to the Entrance door.

“What's up with Ron and Hermione?” Cedric asked.

“They don't agree on what my supposed Grim means.” Megan said. “He's scared stiff and she doesn't believe in it.”

She sighed.

“I hate when they fight, especially when it’s because of me.”

He squeezed er shoulder.

“They’ll patch up, don’t worry. They always do.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Well, I have Care of Magical Creatures. I’ve got to go. See you later?”

He smiled and she hurried after the others.

Harry and Megan made the only conversation as they headed down to Hagrid's hut, because Ron and Hermione weren't talking.