Celia I A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter Twelve - Harry

Summer Holidays, Aug. 1995:

I'd been staying at Grimmauld place with the Weasley's for the break. Being around the upbeat family had helped with my grief. It had been nearly two months since the incident with Cedric.

School was meant to be going back soon and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that quite yet.

The adults had been talking in hushed whispers over the last few weeks as they prepared for something serious against Voldemort to happen soon. I wanted to know more, but they were very good a keeping it a secret from us kids.

'Psst, Celia, psst.' I looked up to the landing above me and saw Hermione and Ginny beckoning me to them.

'What's going on?' I asked, following them into our room.

'The boys are next door, see if you can hear them!' Ginny whispered, trying to get me to see if I could hear them with my mind.

'It doesn't work like that Ginny, I can only hear their thoughts.'

'So, it'll still be amusing. Better that than making Crookshanks play with that mouse again.'

'Hey, that's his favourite toy!' Hermione defended.

'I can try...' I stated. I knew they were trying to distract me from my emotional turmoil, and honestly, I was grateful for the opportunity.

I placed my ear against the wall and closed my eyes, waiting for one of them to hit me.

I finally found Ron's mind, he was thinking of his best friend. I pulled my head back and stood up from the bed, frowning as the girls' yelled at me to come back.

As I walked down the stairs, I stopped in my tracks.

'Harry...' I stated. Staring into those eyes I hadn't seen for months brought everything racing back to me.

'Celia, wait!' Before he could continue, I'd raced back upstairs and locked myself in an unknown room.

The boy my brother had died for was here, in the same house as me.

Why then when I looked at him, did I want to run into his arms and forget it had ever happened?

'Celia, please... talk to me.' It had been a couple of hours since Harry arrived in the house. I didn't know why I felt so surprised; it was his godfather's house for goodness sakes!

I knew I would have to face him at some point, whether about Cedric or what we had talked about before the trial...

'Celia...'

'Come in.' I finally replied, sitting up from my position and staring at the boy walking into the room.

He had grown up over the last couple of months and I guess I had too. Facing Voldemort and losing a loved one would do that to you.

'You look different.' I laughed a little, noting his way of telling me how bad I looked.

'Yeah well, it's been a tough few months, Harry. You look different too.' I couldn't look him in the eye; if I did then I knew all of my feelings for him would come back to me.

'Yeah well, it's been tough for me too.' He finally replied, sitting down on the bed. I was crouched on the floor; I'd been curled up in a ball before he'd knocked on the door.

'I know...'

'I'm so sorry Celia. I tried writing to you, to see how you are.'

'I know.' I replied again. His letters had been so lovely, always apologising and always making sure I was okay.