Celia I A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Prologue

"Cedric! No, Cedric please!" I screamed finally, collapsing next to his dead body.

He was lying on the ground as still as a trunk from a fallen tree. I could hear faint voices beside me, but all I could focus on was my brother's ghostly white face. His eyes open, staring straight at me as though he was just frozen in time.

The crowd was screaming but all I could focus on was his dead mind. I realised then that I had known as soon as he apperated into the stadium that he was dead.

His mind was completely still, there were no thoughts... all of those years of his imaginative and loving mind filling mine, was no more.

Someone was holding onto my arm, bringing me out of my trance. I looked up through my tear stained eyes and I realised that the entire school was crowding around us.

Like me they were shocked, and through all of the screaming I wondered how this could have happened? I'd only hugged him a mere hour ago, wishing him luck.

My father was holding onto Cedrics face, hugging him tightly, as though he could be brought back to life through the warmth of his body.

I followed the hands holding my arm and looked over at Harry... he was staring at my brother and finally looked over at me once he felt my gaze on him. His eyes were crazed and his mind was going wild, tears streaming down his face.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault,' came out of his mouth, accompanied by a continuous video in his mind that shattered my heart all over again.

I could only catch quick snippets, as his mind was too fragile.

Nevertheless, I finally got the picture as I watched Cedric face Lord Voldemort himself, his body flying through the air and landing still, exactly as he was now.

"Celia! Babe! Celia" My heart was racing and my face was wet.

"Come on Ceils, it's just a dream, you're safe, I'm here..."

I woke.