Chapter 28

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Harry and I agreed to meet at the abandoned girl's restroom.  I got there a bit early and made sure to be quiet so I wouldn't have to deal with Moaning Myrtle.

After a few minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder.  I looked around but nobody was around me.  I felt another tap and started to wonder if I was going mad.  However, my nerves were put at ease when I saw Harry's head poke out of some invisible blanket.

"Harry?  Where on Earth did you get that?"

He laughed, "Dumbledore gave it to me my first year, said it was my father's."

"How peculiar!"

He opened it up and made room for me inside, it was a bit awkward being huddled with him in there, but he tried his best to be as friendly as possible.

"This can't be that awkward, we have been closer."  He joked, although it only made things worse.

After a bit of uncomfortable tension and a few run-ins with Filch, we arrived at the office.

"After you," He whispered as I opened the door.

I looked around the room in awe, I had only been in Dumbledore's once before and I was too nervous to enjoy the beauty of the room.  It was an odd place, but in a good way.  Everything was cluttered but somehow it appeared to look organized.  It was a true representation of the man himself.

He pointed towards a large bowl on a table in the center of the room.

"That's it, that's the pensieve."  He said.

I looked into the bowl, it was mesmerizing, strings of light floated around it as it awaited its next memory.

Harry led me towards a large glowing cabinet, filled with small vials.  We opened it up and searched through the labels for my name.  After a bit of looking, Harry picked one out.  He showed it to me, it was mine.

"Are you ready, because this can be quite a jarring experience?"  He asked.

I felt a shiver go down my spine, but still persisted nonetheless, "I'm ready, I have to do this."

He nodded and poured a silver line from the vial into the pensieve.  I took a deep breath and stuck my head inside.  My vision started to fade as I saw large black blobs fill my view, slowly forming into familiar shapes.  Before I knew it I was in the Hufflepuff common room.

I looked at Cedric as he stared right through me.  I ran up to him, but he didn't react at all.  I tried to poke at him, but my finger went through his skin.  I assumed that since this was a memory the people I saw wouldn't be able to see me as well, so I just continued to watch as the scene played out.

I turned to see myself wobbling around on a stool, trying to take down a banner.  I smacked myself in the face, was I seriously trying to take down the banner with my bare hands?  How much had I drank?

I watched as Cedric ran up to the other me, catching her in his arms.  It was a crazy feeling but I was a bit jealous of myself at that moment.  He set me down on the couch and took down the banner himself.  He then stood still, silently, as if he was about to say something that had been on his mind for a long time.

He cleared his throat, "You know, for someone who makes a lot of promises, you sure are bad at keeping them."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The other me responded, a bit offended.

He sat next to her, and put his arm around her shoulder.  I could tell that I was a bit flustered by this.

"Well, for starters, you told me you would never drink alcohol until you turned 18."

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