Celia I A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Two - A New Way of Life

Present Day, 31st May 2003:

"So, we need to make sure that we get you out there in the next week. We need to make it known who Celia Diggory is and what she's all about... as well as your new book about to be released, obviously."

The promoter was all about making me as public as possible and the idea of being pushed into the limelight scared me, especially when there was so much I needed to keep secret right now.

"Okay, so what does that include exactly?" I ask, sitting down at my desk, wondering how public I needed to be.

I'd been made to come in on a Saturday; apparently Rita urgently needed to talk to me with the publishers.

"We need to do some interviews. I think it would also be a great idea to do a spread in the paper about The Prophet's own becoming a big star!" Rita's face lightens up as she realises it could both benefit her and the paper.
"What a great idea! I'll do an interview with Celia and make it a front page headline!" My cheeks flush as I realise that everything was about to change.
"Great Rita! If you can do that as soon as possible and I'll send off our newest changes to the designs." I shake the promoters hand and release the breath I had been holding once she left my office.

"Everything okay, Diggory?" Rita asks, sitting in front of my desk again.
"Yeah, it's just a little overwhelming." I reply, picking up one of the designs that had been drawn up.
"Well, I think it's extremely exciting. We'll do an entire front page spread on you and get all of the attention for us!" I roll my eyes and force myself to smile at her.
"Great." I mutter, watching her walk out of the room as well.

I walked slowly home after the meeting, not knowing what I would find there. Would George be home? Or would he still be missing like he had been for the last few days? I knew all he wanted was to have a family with me, and the idea running through his head was a complete dream.

It's not as though I didn't want that too. But knowing I had to deal with all of this as well as the threat of madness through my ability in order to get that dream, it was too much for me to handle.

"Celia..." I closed the door and stopped in my steps, staring at the man in front of me. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, which was probably true.
"Hi." I quietly mumbled, walking forward and placing my bag down on the table.
"Where have you been?" He asked, and I frowned at him.
"I could ask you the same thing." I replied, snarkily.
"I stayed with Bill for a couple of days... cleared my head." I raised my eyebrows and walked over to the sink, filling a glass with water.
"Good for you." I muttered, angry at his ignorance of the situation we were in.

"I talked with him about it all..." I turned around suddenly and stared at him.
"Oh, so we're just telling everyone now?" I snapped.
"No! I just needed to talk to someone."
"Just not me..." I sighed and his eyes turned to the floor.

"What did you figure out then?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"Well, I think we need to talk to someone about how we can go through with this without it affecting you." He started and I stood up properly, crossing my arms in anger.
"Wait, did you not listen to me at all on Monday?" I snapped, anger rising in me.
"I just thought we could talk to someone about our options! It's not like you hadn't already decided we weren't!" He raised his voice; I could feel his anger rising too.

My mind grasped moments of his conversation with his older brother, worried for his future as he felt I was denying it to him.

"You know what George, forget it. You obviously don't give a damn about what I feel about this and I can't be bothered having this conversation with you." My anger rose dramatically as I walked into our room and packed a bag.
"What are you doing? We need to talk about this Celia!" I ignored him and finished packing, walking back into the living room and grabbing my purse.
"We don't need to talk about anything. You've made your mind up about what you want and I need time to figure all of this out."
"We can do this together!" I shook my head.
"We obviously can't! All we're doing is arguing about this and I don't think that's a healthy start to parenthood, do you?" I ask him, watching his mind tick over.