𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 // 𝐃.𝐌

CHAPTER 40-End of Fourth Year

(Ophelia's POV)
It was the next day. The day after the tournament. The day after Cedric's death.

I'm still in shock. Last night was replaying in my head like a broken record. He was just seventeen. I couldn't sleep last night. How could anyone after witnessing something like that?

I told my friends exactly what happened. I told them about the Dark Lord, and Cedric, and the Death Eaters. Well, except for my father and Lucius.

The Great Hall looked almost unrecognizable, it was no longer colourful nor lively, the four rows of tables, the winning house's banner on the ceiling, and the starry night sky, it was replaced with sorrow.

No one dared to laugh, not even a chuckle. Not if anyone wanted to anyway.

The tables were no longer there, now there were just rows of chairs. And the banners were no longer colorful. As if the room had turned black and white

The five of us were sitting in silence as Dumbledore spoke, my head resting on Draco's shoulder. His fingers intertwined with mine.

"Today, we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard-working, infinitely fair-minded, and most importantly a fierce, fierce friend," Dumbledore says

"Now I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died, you see..."

"Cedric Diggory was murdered! By Lord Voldemort!" he announces

"The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this! But not to do so would be an insult to his memory!"

"Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us, 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've made this year, will be more important than ever" Dumbledore continues

"And Cedric Diggory would not have died in vain. You remember that!"

"And well celebrate a boy who was kind, and honest, and brave, and true, right to the very end"

The only thing on my mind was what Barty Crouch Jr. said.

"Just ask dear old daddy"

Did my father have anything to do with my name getting put in the Goblet of Fire, I wonder. Was this all his fault?

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It was finally the end of the day. And it was time to go back home. I hate this part of the year. I was feeling anxious. Very anxious.

No one dared ask if I was alright. As if they knew the answer. Of course, I wasn't alright.

I stand to the side as everyone says goodbye to the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students

They're walking through, waving at all of us as they pass by. Krum nodding at me and Fleur giving me a quick hug when she spots me.

Finally, the three of them come back, Draco jumping through the hole and sits down as Blaise and Pansy walk in. I stand in front of Draco as his arms are wrapped around me, his chin resting on my head.

"Parkinson had her first kiss!" Blaise exclaims

"You didn't!" I laugh

"I did!" She smiles

"That just leaves you, Zabini" Draco smirks

"Shut up" Blaise chuckles as he pushes Draco's shoulder almost making him lose balance

"But what's happening with you and Greengrass?" I ask

"Nothing! I just took her to the ball, that's all!" he exclaims

"Are you gonna be ok Phelia?" Pansy asks

"You know my house is always welcome. I asked mum, she said you could come" she adds

"I'm fine Pans, really" I smile

"Promise you'll write this summer, all of you" Pansy says eyeing Draco and Blaise

"I won't, you know I won't" Blaise laughs

"Draco  and Phelia will, won't you?" Pansy asks

"Yeah...every week..." Draco chuckles scratching the back of his head

"I'll try, Pans" I smile

"At least someone's decent enough" she rolls her eyes as we all start walking through the empty hall

"But you do know anytime—"

"Yes Pans, I know, anytime I'd like I can come over. You know I want to, doubt my father'd let me" I sigh

"Sneak out. Be a bad bitch" she smirks

"I'll try Pans ok" I laugh

"Promise?" She asks as she writes her address down on a little ripped piece of parchment

"Promise" I smile

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Everything's going to change now, isn't it?  

Yes.