❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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WHEN THE FIRST PREFECT'S meeting was finally adjured, just a few hours into the train ride – with no help from Cassius Warrington, who had miraculously been chosen as Head Boy – Rebecca had made her way down each of the corridors, briefly peering into each compartment as she passed. Most of the students didn't spare her more than a glance, her shiny new Head Girl pin right front and center atop her outer robes. However, others had eyed her in distain – with narrowed eyes or upturned noses as she stepped by, immediately moving to whisper to the others in the compartment at her expense.
Still, she really didn't let it bother her. Not when she had yet to find the very person she was searching for. Rebecca was coming up to the end of the train, all the way up by compartment 1 when she finally found him. Her heart clenched at the sight of Cedric Diggory sitting alone within the space, his head turned towards the window but his eyes were screwed tightly shut. Raising a hand, she gently rapped her knuckles against the glass, a frown tugging at her lips as despair had tugged at her heart-strings. Cedric's eyes immediately shot open, already beginning to glisten as he shakily got to his feet the moment she tugged the glass door open.
"I'm sorry," She whispered as soon as she managed to tug him into a tight embrace, "I'm so sorry, Ced –"
Cedric only shook his head quickly, his arms wrapping tightly around her frame and his face sinking into her shoulder. It didn't take long for his tears to begin to fall, dampening her robes all the way down to the jumper she wore and soaking the knitted fabric. Rebecca gently led him back towards the seat he left vacant, guiding him down first, taking the seat right next to him, then allowing him to tug her back towards him and into his arms once more. She carefully ran her fingers through his flat hair, her thumb tracing his temple gently before she was leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead.
"It's a shit question, but I still need to ask," Rebecca uttered quietly, pulling back slightly to look down into his bloodshot eyes, "how are you doing?" At his meek shrug, she continued with a frown, "I've seen what those blasted reporters are writing of you and your parents – how's your mum and dad?"
"I'm fine," Cedric managed out hoarsely – a blatant lie that could be seen from a mile away – "we've been t-talking to Dumbledore – he still doesn't – no one knows how I managed to-to..."
"Ced," She whispered meekly, gently taking his hand into both of hers, "I think – there's something I need to tell you," He looked at her intently despite his cloudy eyes, "something you should probably know."
For the first time ever, Cedric Diggory couldn't manage a smile to his best friend, nor words of comfort to spew from his lips. His usual happy, completely positive and optimistic demeanor was gone and replaced with sickly pale skin and bloodshot grey eyes surrounded by deep, purpling bags. The boy sat in front of Rebecca Black was no where near what he had been prior to June 24th – he had changed and not by his own will. A hallow vessel of what used to be.
