LUMOS » Cedric Diggory x Reader

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Chapter One

I was never one to think what was beyond life. Death was a friend; a friend in which welcomed me with open arms. But death had other plans, so here i live the life of a burden.

From a young age i found myself not having a true belonging in my family. I was different, and they resented me for it. Growing up in abuse, neglect and control made me stronger, more resilient, but i always felt like a piece of me was missing; was i the problem? or was it my families expectations?

So here i write, in my journal, the only way i can express my emotions without the backlash or backstabbing of friends or family. The only place where all my secrets, feelings, thoughts and dreams are kept, for only myself to read.

Before i knew it, the train compartment door slid open, allowing the cool breeze to meet my presence. I held my journal to my heart and pulled my robe closer to my chest, with a glimpse to the boy who stood near the door— I saw Cedric Diggory, fellow sixth year student, and my best friend.

Cedric Amos Diggory had been my closest friend since our first year at Hogwarts. I was a tough person to crack, but he managed to find his way into my life— which i am extremely grateful for. He was kind, caring, loyal and hard-working, a typical Hufflepuff. Cedric was also rather cheeky, humorous and one of the most attractive students at Hogwarts, or in my opinion, the entire Wizarding World; not that he'd ever know i had these thoughts, for i would never tell Cedric i had liked him since our second year at Hogwarts. Although now like, has grown to love. Who wouldn't love Cedric? He was perfectly imperfect, but i could never tell him so. He is my best friend and i couldn't ruin that, losing Cedric would be like losing myself.

Regaining focus i found myself staring into those grey eyes everybody adores, he whisked a hand through his hair and paced towards me, next thing i know, arms are embraced around me, pulling me out of the comfort of my seat.

"Cedric? I can't breathe!" I exclaimed.

"Don't be so dramatic! You're happy to see me, so enjoy this hug while it lasts Y/N" Cedric replied. So that's exactly what i did, embracing him equally as tight, i felt his muscles relax. I missed him, Cedric was my home, without him i had no hope, and here i was, with him in my arms, ready for life to continue in the comfort of my world, the owner of my heart.

"Why didn't you letter me all break! Merlin's beard i was worried about you, not to mention i did miss my best friend!"

"I'm so sorry Ced, you know my family doesn't allow me to speak to anyone without their approval" I responded while letting him go, a slight frown now prominent on his face.

"I just don't understand why they don't approve of our friendship, i am pure-blooded after all"

"But you're also a Hufflepuff, not that it bothers me, but you know they believe in Slytherin supremacy" I sighed, tucked my journal into my bag and seated myself again, signaling for Cedric to do the same.

We spent the majority of the train ride talking about our break, what we did, how we missed one another and Hogwarts, and what classes we were to be taking this year. Cedric told me how he and his father, Amos Diggory, went exploring all sorts of wizarding, and muggle book stores across England. He expressed how much the books reminded him of me and our times together. And how he wants to take me around the world, discovering little bookstores hidden in alleys and tiny streets.

It was sad listening to how intent Cedric felt about our future, and the plans he had— For it was not easy listening to the one I loved, excited over a future where romance wasn't an option.

And before we knew it, snapped out of our conversation, Hogwarts was peering at us from a distance, hinting it was time for us to part from the train.

Dumbledore seemed to be the only one who remained focused; the first years were diverting their attention to anything but the sorting hat. It was understandable, the sorting hat hadn't been kind to anyone since I'd arrived at Hogwarts at the age of eleven; A little kindness does go a long way, I thought to myself.

With the faint noises from the fidgeting first years beginning to ease with time, the ceremony had finally taken place. The welcoming feast had been and gone, now it was time to part from the hall and make our way to our designated dormitories.

Being a Slytherin had it's benefits, students from other house's would avoid you, in fact they were often scared of us, we were typically mean, spiteful and known for being the Dark Lords followers. This wasn't always the truth, but there was no way of convincing them otherwise, for Slytherin had being that reputation upon itself.

From the beginning of my first year at Hogwarts, i had been given an individual dorm, which meant no roommates. My parents had requested this, for reasons unknown to myself, just another one of their ways to control me.

And that concluded my first day back at the only place i could call home.