Lestrange

Chapter 19. A Cloudy End

" Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. . Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard working, intricately fair minded. And most importantly a fierce fierce friend. I think therefore you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. The ministry of magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so I think would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues,our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain, you remember that. And we'll celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and brave and true right to the very end."

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Honora's pov

The ceremony couldn't have been more of what I expected. People who hardly knew Cedric, crying, shedding tears as if he'd actually meant something to him. Maybe they were upset, a figure of their school now gone. . I don't know all I knew is that I didn't cry like many others had. I didn't want to cry any longer. It seemed pointless. Nothing was going bring Cedric back and certainly not tears.

People seemed upset that I hadn't cried, like I was the one to do something wrong. It was appalling to know that Harry had witnessed Voldemort killing Cedric and yet it seemed like no one believed him, not even the Minster of Magic . I knew it was him. The voice I'd heard moment prior to Cedric turning up dead was his, I didn't want to believe it but now I most certainly do. He's back. He's back and my fun time at Hogwarts was now over. I should've never gotten close with these people, people I knew I'd have to betray. How was I so focused on fun? And how could I possibly return to the Malfoy's and become a Death Eater now? Voldemorts killed the only person to ever tell me they loved me. .How could I disgrace his death like that?

It was almost as if the weather knew the day would be depressing. Fog flooded the grounds making it almost impossible to see and much cooler than it had been previous days. Although after the ceremony many first years, all dressed in black laughed and danced in the courtyard, twirling umbrellas and hiding in the clouds, shooting sparks at each other, giggling.

I watched them, walking under the stone walkway that lined the yard. Although I couldn't see well, they seemed to be enjoying themselves, the excited laughter brought a slight smiled to my face. Life was going to go on regardless of what I wanted to happen. I wanted him back, I wanted to celebrate his victory by his side but nothing was going to change now. Honestly I wish I could cry again and feel sadness but I only felt guilt. I warned him I tried to tell him something wasn't right, not after Crouch was killed but he was only worried about me. That's what stung the most. His worry for me. I should've done something more to protect him. Made him quit after Harry's name had been chosen, told him the truth about things, anything.

"Honora-"

I turned to Harry's voice and greeted him with a nod. He rushed to catch up with me but I could tell he didn't know what to say. What was he supposed to say? It must've been hard enough to watch him get murdered, it was a life changing thing, to watch someone die in front of you. He didn't need to say a word to me without me seeing the exact same look in his face. Guilt.

"Hon, I'm sorr–"

I held up a hand to Harry, he didn't need to apologize it wasn't his fault, it was mine. I should've told him not to compete that nothing was worth the risk of him dying. I met eyes with Harry who seemed surprised that I didn't want to hear his apology or explanation. I realized the silence growing between us and almost stuttered as I spoke.