Little Miss Mudblood

Chapter 12: Broken

I stood with Ced before the champions were let into the Maze. I couldn't shake the bad feeling I was having and he noticed.

"Hey, hey, I got this, Art. Don't worry. I'll be back in no time." He tried to reassure me with by rubbing my back during a hug.

It didn't help. "I just love you. I love you so much. And you better be careful in there, or else your mother and I will have a stern word with you when you get back." He smiled. And I was still not content, but I didn't want him to worry about me in there.

"Okay, Art. I'll be careful." He said as Dumbledore announced it was time for them to go. Ced gave me a quick kiss, "I love you, see you soon."

"I love you, Cedric Diggory!" I yelled as I walked to the stands to sit with his parents.

"He'll be fine honey, don't worry," Mrs. Diggory said as she held my hand.

"You're right, we just have to wait," I gave a slight smile. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory chit chatted with those around us as all we could do was wait.

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"They've been awhile, haven't they?" I ask worried to Mr. Diggory.

"Oh dear, Cedric is brave and strong, so is Mr. Potter. They will be fine." He replied pulling me close to reassure me.

BLAST

The port key pops in and it's Harry and Cedric!

I get up, running to him, but I stop a few feet away. I'm completely still, Harry is yelling, and Ced isn't moving. My hearing goes as I see Harry crying over my love's lifeless body. I walk over, everything in slow motion. I drop to my knees and put my hand on his cheek, his normally bright eyes, dull and listless.

Mr. Diggory rushed beside me, crying over his son, as Mrs. Diggory was shrieking about her boy. I held his hand, squeezing, praying it was a cruel joke and he would wake up. They, I'm not sure who, tried to move me, but I couldn't. I couldn't leave him. I held onto his cold, pale hand all while they took his body back to the castle.

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I'm not sure what happened right after. I remember having to leave him, and his funeral. But the days blurred together. I know the Twins went to Cedric's house with me. I know his grief stricken parents told me I could have whatever I wanted from his room, because, "That's what he would have wanted. He loved you so much honey. He always told us."

I know she meant it to make me feel better, but it made me feel even more numb and broken.

"Why did we wait so long to say it," I mumble to no one in particular as I went through his things.

The Twins didn't know what to say or do as I started to feel the tears flow. George sat beside me rubbing my back. Fred sat and folded the clothes we were going through.

I decided to take a few shirts, his cologne, his favorite Hufflepuff jumper, and a notebook that had notes and poems addressed to me. I never knew about that notebook, but besides the pictures of my parents, this became my most treasured possession.