Happier with you- Charlie Weasley

GOF 26

After the day of the third task the month seemed to merge into one long day. Rorys mind choosing to block out what happened. The school had been requested by Dumbledore not to ask Harry or her any questions about what happened that night. A lot of students whispered behind their hands as they passed. Perhaps they were formulating their own theories about how Cedric had died. Rory was sat in the common room between the twins along with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ron looked at Harry before speaking.

"Mum went to ask Dumbledore if you could come straight to us this summer," he said. "But he wants you to go back to the Dursleys, at least at first."

"Why?" Harry said

"She said Dumbledore's got his reasons," Ron said, shaking his head darkly. "I suppose we've got to trust him, haven't we?"

"Great so I won't have Rory and I've still got to go back to them I thought I was finally free from them" Ron shrugged his shoulders whilst Rory just rested her head on Fred's shoulder. Dumbledore had decided that for her safety and wellbeing she was to go to Sirius's family home for the summer whilst Harry was to return to the Dursleys. Sirius wasn't happy but eventually gave up trying to argue with Dumbledore. Rory packed her trunk before heading back down to meet the twins to head the the Leaving Feast, which was usually a cause for celebration, when the winner of the Inter-House Championship would be announced. When they entered the Hall, they saw that the usual decorations were missing. The Great Hall was normally decorated with the winning House's colours for the Leaving Feast. Tonight, however, there were black drapes on the wall behind the teachers' table. They were there as a mark of respect to Cedric. The real Mad-Eye Moody was at the staff table now, his wooden leg and his magical eye back in place. Rory couldn't look at him without thinking about what happened that day even though it wasn't really him. He was extremely twitchy, jumping every time someone spoke to him not that she could blame him after his ten-month imprisonment in his own trunk. Professor Karkaroffs chair was empty.
Madame Maxime was still there. She was sitting next to Hagrid. They were talking quietly together. Further along the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall, was Snape. He looked as sour and unpleasant as ever. What was it that Snape had done on Dumbledores orders, the night that Voldemort had returned? Professor Dumbledore stood up at the staff table. The Great Hall, which in any case had been less noisy than it usually was at the Leaving Feast, became very quiet.

"The end," Dumbledore said, looking around at them all, "of another year."
He paused, and his eyes fell upon the Hufflepuff table. Theirs had been the most subdued table before he had gotten to his feet, and theirs were still the saddest and palest faces in the Hall. "There is much that I would like to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but I must first acknowledge the loss of a very fine person, who should be sitting here," he gestured toward the Hufflepuffs, "enjoying our feast with us. I would like you all, please, to stand, and raise your glasses, to Cedric Diggory." They did it, all of them; the benches scraped as everyone in the Hall stood, and raised their goblets, and echoed, in one loud, low, rumbling voice,

"Cedric Diggory." Before sitting back down.

"Cedric was a person who exemplified many of the qualities that distinguish Hufflepuff house," Dumbledore continued. "He was a good and loyal friend, a hard worker, he valued fair play. His death has affected you all, whether you knew him well or not. I think that you have the right, therefore, to know exactly how it came about. Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort." A panicked whisper swept the Great Hall. People were staring at Dumbledore in disbelief, in horror. He looked perfectly calm as he watched them mutter themselves into silence. "The Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore continued, "does not wish me to tell you this. It is possible that some of your parents will be horrified that I have done so either because they will not believe that Lord Voldemort has returned, or because they think I should not tell you so, young as you are. It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies, and that
any attempt to pretend that Cedric died as the result of an accident, or some sort of blunder of his own, is an insult to his memory." Stunned and frightened, every face in the Hall was turned toward Dumbledore now or almost every face. Over at the Slytherin table Draco Malfoy was muttering something to Crabbe and Goyle whilst Logan and Isaac were looking at Rory with nothing but concern. "There is somebody else who must be mentioned in connection with Cedrics death," Dumbledore went on. "I am talking, of course, about Harry Potter." A kind of ripple crossed the Great Hall as a few heads turned in Harry's direction before flicking back to face Dumbledore. "Harry Potter managed to escape Lord Voldemort," said Dumbledore. "He risked his own life to return his injured sister and Cedric's body to Hogwarts. He showed, in every respect, the sort of bravery that few wizards have ever shown in facing Lord Voldemort, and for this, I honour him." Dumbledore turned gravely to Harry and raised his goblet once more. Nearly everyone in the Great Hall followed suit. They murmured his name, as they had murmured Cedric's, and drank to him. But through a gap in the standing figures. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and many of the other Slytherins had remained defiantly in their seats, their goblets untouched Logan and Isaacs eyes not leaving Rory once. When everyone had once again resumed their seats, Dumbledore continued, "The Triwizard Tournament's aim was to further and promote magical understanding. In the light of what has happened of Lord Voldemorts return such ties are more important than ever before." Dumbledore looked from Madame Maxime and Hagrid, to Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons students, to Viktor Krum and the Durmstrangs at the Slytherin table. Krum looked wary, almost frightened, as though he expected Dumbledore to say something harsh. "Every guest in this Hall," said Dumbledore, and his eyes lingered upon the Durmstrang students, "will be welcomed back here at any time, should they wish to come. I say to you all, once again in the light of Lord Voldemort's return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemorts gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open. It is my belief and never have I so hoped that I am mistaken that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you in this Hall have already suffered directly at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Many of your families have been torn asunder. A week ago, a student was taken from our midst. Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory." Rorys trunk was packed with Phoenix in her cage sat on top and Atlas in her arms as she waited in the crowded entrance with the twins and Lee for the carriages that would take them to Hogsmeade station. It was another beautiful summer's day. The carriages were now trundling toward them up the drive. The weather could not have been more different on the journey back to King's Cross than it had been on our way to Hogwarts the previous September. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky. They managed to find a compartment to themselves. When the lunch trolley arrived Fred and Lee went to grab them all something as Rory sat with her head on Georges shoulder as Logan and Isaac joined them.