RECAP:
‘Come on, we better be getting back Charlie will want to dance with you and it will only be a while before my- our mum will start worrying.’ He grinned, you laughed lightly. ‘Okay.’ You replied as Ron jumped off the old log onto the fresh green grass. You followed shortly, but instead of landing on soft green blades you fell through, once again being engulfed by the silent darkness that take away so many senses, leaving you to worry and pretty much know exactly where you were going next, and that is one wound that has still not healed.
NEXT PART:
An Eeek followed shortly by an oomph are the two noises that escape you as you carried on falling, but this time down something hard and you soon found yourself feeling slightly winded, hair covering most your face while you sat in a position that was almost crossed-legged but more askew. You looked through the hair that was distorting your view and down to your legs, feeling slightly pissed about the sudden place you had been thrown into and feeling really pissed at the pain that was now in your backside. Rearranging your hair so that you can see and not look like you have just been dragged through a bush backwards a pair of converse trainers appeared by your leg.
‘Elegant Hannah. Real swan-like. And you said you’d never fall for me.’ You eyes followed up from the feet, soon meeting the blue tinted face above you. The Hufflepuff portrait was only just to your right and you realized that you have just fallen down the stairs.
‘Uhuh…’ is the only noise you managed to make as your green eyes met a Hazel pair.
‘You also said the sight of me didn’t render you speechless like all the other girls.’ He smiled down at you with a raised eyebrow, and you could barely believe your eyes, even though at the same time you completely expected it. Just perhaps in a slightly better way than meeting at the bottom of your fall.
A dislike for the world which you could almost feel laughing at you rattled through your bones.
‘Cedric?’ You half whispered your lips barely moving.
‘Yeah…That is what people tend to call me. A rather nice change to the usual asshole or stuck up twat that you usually use.’ He proceeded with a light chuckle; however you continued to look up mouth agape, which seemed to slightly unnerve the young man.
‘You know… between two and three years older than you… Hufflepuff quidditch captain…’
‘Ced?’ you managed to choke out.
‘Yeah?’ He asked sounding a little taken aback at your polite tone.
‘What day is it and what’s the time?’ You asked from your still uncomfortable state at the base of the second floor stairs.
‘6.30 on the 10th of December… are you alright?’ he asked putting a hand into his jeans pocket and bending down slightly, offering the other hand out to you.
‘Mhm… thanks… Bye Cedric…’ you said dreamily getting up by yourself and wandering off in a daze towards the great hall, leaving a very confused boy behind.
Although your body was in a daze, your mind was still at work. You slipped your hands into your front pocket of the hoodie you had received back after the funeral attire you had previously been wearing, fingers gripping around your wand and feeling it as though to make sure it was still there and complete after disappearing in the last chapter of this strange nightmare.
Seemingly confused yourself, you managed to work out that your present place in time was during your ‘dislike’ for Cedric and… 14 days till the Yuel ball… meaning 14 days till that first night, that first kiss, the beginning of all the secrets of fourth year.
It was just less than half a year until his death. Were you going to have to relive the next half a year leading up to his death? The question of why it had sent you all the way back to this point was running through your head like a steam train. The other places you had been to had only been hours before the occurrence and an hour after, so why were you six months before now?
After thinking like a twisted form of magic you still had nothing. Although you had a strange feeling as though the dark magic had some strange twisted emotion that made it want to manipulate your feelings so that you would feel the wrath at its worst. You almost felt glad that it seemed to prevent you from changing the story too much, that way it couldn’t change everything so much that everyone hurt you.
You dragged yourself into the great hall which was normal apart from the enchanted ceiling had become only dark black clouds, and a slightly eerie wind had found its way into the hall, adding all to the creepy dark colours that the world casts over everything it creates. Staring down at your shoes you made your way over to what you thought was the Gryffindor table.
‘Look what we have here.’ Someone seethed out in your direction making your head shoot up and direct your attention onto the person who had spoken. Marcus Flint.
‘Seems as though this little Gryffindor has strayed too far from home.’ Another boy joined in, his face seeming unrecognizable to you.
‘Uh,’
‘Aw, the mudblood is scared.’ Pansy and a group of other beautiful flowers cackled wildly.
‘I’m not scared and I’m a pureblood thank you very much.’ You spoke up, unable to stop yourself from biting back at them. The boys all making oohhh sounds as soon as the words had left your mouth.
‘Oh look, your about to be rescued.’ Flint said in a fake and sarcastic tone.
You quickly, and happily, took your gaze off the most disgusting looking Slytherin boy imaginable (yes, that includes Crabbe and Goyle.) and turned to see Cedric arrive at your side. The sight being soothing for sore eyes after the previous boy but somehow you felt yourself role your eyes at the boy who had come to rescue you.
Although perhaps you hadn’t wanted to, and perhaps you would have obviously picked up on talking to Cedric in a normal civilized manor, a foreign feeling was pulsing through your veins, hitting at your sarcasm and annoyance causing you to feel what you would have… well, at the time.
‘Aww, the Hufflepuff hero.’ Flint said making every Slytherin within earshot to laugh.
‘Shut up Flint, come on Hannah.’ He said putting a hand on your shoulder to guide you away.
‘I don’t need saving.’ You snapped back. The Slytherins once again making noise as if egging you on.
‘I’m not saving you; I’m just getting you away from them.’ Cedric replied calmly.
‘Aw come on Diggory! Leave us the pretty little girl.’ Another boy looking at you lustfully.
‘You can fuck off for a start.’ You bit back at the Slytherin, who seemed quite pleased at his reply and carried on looking at you in that same way.
‘Come on darlin’ you know you want me.’
‘Not if my life depended on it.’
The Slytherin laughed, ‘You’d be a feisty one in the sack I can tell.’ He said eyeing you up and licking his bottom lip.
Cedric managed to get you to take a step back and him to get a shoulder in front of you.
‘I’m sure you’d have your own slutty girlfriend for that.’
‘She’s not your girlfriend Diggory and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want you defending her.’ Draco spoke out from up table where he had been hidden and unnoticed by you until now.
‘Maybe she doesn’t want me to defend her but that doesn’t mean its going to stop me.’
‘Let her decide!’ Someone shouted, and some agreeing grunts were made and all eyes set on you.
‘I’ll take the hot Hufflepuff thanks.’ You snarled, grabbing Cedric’s left sleeve and dragging him left towards the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables.
‘Thanks but no thanks.’ You said letting him go as you passed the Hufflepuff table.
‘Can you let your guard down for one minute?’ He called out to your back, slowly making you come to a hold and turn on your heel.
‘Guard? What guard?’
‘Why won’t you let anyone look out for you?’
‘I do.’
‘No you don’t.’
‘I do but I’m perfectly happy by myself, if I get myself into trouble I can get myself out, besides I have enough trouble getting others to back off and leave me to it I don’t need anyone else.’
‘I don’t get you at all you know, you will complement me, get on with me, and then I do what I think is right and what girls usually want and I just get it shoved back in my face.’
‘I’m not a usual girl though am I? ‘specially not a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff girl which as far as I can tell is all you’ve dealt with.’ With that you turned and carried on your way up the Gryffindor table to where the other people in your year were sat.
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After getting back into what was happening last year you went back up to the Gryffindor common room, and after standing outside the portrait waiting for someone who actually knew the password you finally got inside.
Immediately being met with loud argumentative voices and the occasional squeaky one, this obviously amounted to Ron and Hermione.
Bringing back memories of last year, and their rows that you and Harry had to sit and endure, and luckily seemed to evaporate in time for fifth year. The idea of having to sit through those all again was like being punched in the stomach.
‘Ron can you just shut up! Why does it matter to you who I am going to the ball with?’
‘Because it does! Why won’t you just tell me for god’s sake?’
‘Why do I have to tell you who I’m going with, Ronald?’
‘Why shouldn’t you tell me who you’re going with, Hermione?’
It was then that Harry, who had been sat on the couch in front of where they were stood, made his mistake. He snorted.
‘Got something to say Harry?’ Hermione instantly snapped, Ron turning towards Harry too, face fuming.
‘Ohh no, no.’ Harry replied, half joking and half realizing what a mistake he had just made.
‘What you find something funny then?’ Ron glared.
‘No… well… nope.’ The temptation of telling them how silly they looked and how pathetic their argument is almost took him in, unfortunately it seemed as though Hermione caught this fact too.
‘Boy’s are all pathetic! Ron wouldn’t care if I didn’t have a date.’
‘But what if you don’t have a date Hermione.’ Ron said, much more quietly than he had been talking before.
You actually had to make a, very daring, dive from the door way where you were currently stood to intervene the hand that Hermione had sent flying towards Ron.
‘I HATE YOU RONALD WEASLEY!’ Hermione screamed making everyone who had been cowering at the wall edges and in the corners shudder. ‘Come on Hannah.’ She said not removing the death glare from Ron’s eyes, suddenly dropping the contact and dragging you off towards the girl’s dormitories.
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The next day you had, somehow, managed to detach yourself from Hermione long enough to be alone, however this soon stopped as early that morning you rounded the corner of the main fifth floor corridor and walked straight into Harry.
‘Oh Harry I’m so sorr- Harry are you alright?’ You said noticing that the boy had barely removed his gaze from his shoes long enough to see that it was you, before going back to looking at whatever was so interesting.
‘Harry?’ you repeated, lifting his chin up to look at you and get his wandering attention.
Part of you felt really stupid. You practically already new what was wrong, not as if you hadn’t been here before, and although obviously you had not memorized every word spoken you had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
And to be honest, part of you could not be bothered. You were sick and tiered of playing along with this stupid idea that you were going to have to go through. Some strange thing that was attempting to build everything up stronger than ever just so when it tore it back down again the damage would be worse than the last time.
You wouldn’t let it, what ever this – this place had in store for you, you wouldn’t take it. You wouldn’t let it toy with your emotions. Although you had to carry on, after all it was attempting to harm you, emotionally if not physically too and it wasn’t just going to let you sit on the floor and shout “you win! I am so completely and utterly bored of this that I don’t think that you can harm me.” And reply with “oh, in that case, go home, everyone’s worrying about you so seeing as you don’t want to play anymore you can just go back to normal life.”
Nope, that was the most unlikely thing to happen, ever.
‘I asked Cho to the ball.’ Harry mumbled as though it was a chore to be telling you this. ‘But she’s already going with someone else.’
‘Cedric Diggory?’ you said, a sigh pretty much fading in too. However apparently this wasn’t what was meant to be said as the name that had just come out of your mouth had been completely ignored, evaporated into the air so it appeared they had never been said. So you took another shot.
‘Oh no Harry, well there are still loads more beautiful girls.’
‘You know it would have been so much simpler… ‘ Harry’s words fading into a shake of the head, his gaze becoming once again transfixed on his shoe laces and maneuvered himself round you and shuffled off up the corridor mumbling to himself with out another word to you.
‘Well that was a polite goodbye.’ You spoke to yourself and carried on your way to spend your time until you were needed to relive another part of this play.
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‘So who are you going to the ball with in… 6 day’s time?’ Cedric spoke quietly as he put his books down on the table next to you in a deserted library.
Shortly after dress shopping a day ago you had discovered that the content of books in the Library was just the same as in real life, so you had taken it upon yourself to blow your time reading, something that you scarcely had time for normally, and had had all the time in the world for now that Voldemort had you within his manipulation.
‘What are you getting me for Christmas in… 6 day’s time?’ you countered, a smirk appearing on your face as you acknowledged his presents but refused to take your view from the book in front of you.
‘Come on Hannah. You know I won’t tell. I’ve never been one to kiss and tell.’ He said, and you could sense an eyebrow raise in his voice.
‘And Diggory, you know I will pretend to be surprised when you give it to me, and there will no need for kiss and tell as no kissing will be any part of anyone’s Christmas present.’
‘Now that’s no fun.’ He smirked, also now intently looking at a book in his hands, however looking at you out the corner of his eye.
‘Why would I want to kiss you?’
‘Why wouldn’t you?’
‘For a start, we both have completely different dates, which means we will be no where near each other.’
‘Right so it’s a Durmstrang boy…’ Cedric said rubbing his chin thoughtfully and smirking.
‘How do you know I’m not a lesbian and going with some French girl?’
‘Because that, Miss Warren, is not your style.’ His voice reeking with egotism.
‘Well then, Mister Diggory, what is my style?’ you said taking one eye off the book and using it to look at the boy who was sat to your right.
‘Tall, brown hair - usually, err- always athletic, mysterious, usually quiet… their ego is usually bigger than the great hall despite their face nature, sounds about right for a Durmstrang guy. Am I right?’
‘I’m sorry Mister Diggory but I have been sworn to secrecy.’
‘Ah, everything is always a game with you. But, I’m guessing Miss Granger has also been asked by someone of the same residence. Am I right?’
‘Do you stalk me? Honestly?’
‘No, I’m just a Hufflepuff. Ravenclaws think but are very judgmental, Slytherins and Gryffindors act on impulse. Hufflepuffs, they think and work out, quiet but hearty.’
‘Is impulse a good thing?’
‘It can be… Hufflepuffs have that too… just at a more, suitable amount than those two, and Ravenclaws think things over too much to have any impulse.’
‘Slytherin and Gryffindor think too, it’s just we think, act, think and then realize everything we should have thought of before.’
‘And that is what makes Hufflepuff great.’
‘Ah but impulse and thinking combined, plus very good thinking is what has made Gryffindor beat Hufflepuff in quidditch all those times.’
‘Bite me.’
