the Linked Prophet

part one

The two joined in unison as we twirled around into the living room together, not a lick of form in our dance moves. The two continued the song until the end where I parted slightly, holding George's outstretched hand and placed my other hand playfully on my chest. "She says, "Young man, your loves subdues, for I'm not ready now, and I'll spend another season at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe."" I had sung back, never looking away from George. He had a dopey grin on his face as he looked into my eyes, his smile creasing ever so slightly into his eyes.

Fred shifted slightly into my view making my attention shift to him. He stood just behind his twin with a knowing smirk on his face. He wiggled his eyebrows at me playfully as George stood and continued dancing in a circle with me, both of our hands intertwined. I shook it off and continued singing with the boys up until we heard someone loudly clear their throat.

All three of us stopped dead in our tracks and shot our heads in the direction of the kitchen only to see Molly stood along the wall with her arms crossed. She had an eyebrow raised as if challenging us to say something. She stood motionless until she softly spoke, "Do you boys have all of your things packed?"

The twins didn't respond but I assumed they nodded their heads as Molly continued, "Jumpers, shoes, wands," She paused her listing for a second before raising her voice slightly, "textbooks?"

To this I heard Fred curse slightly before the two of them rushed up the stairs to their bedroom. Molly sighed, defeated by the twins. She turned to the stairs as Ron and Harry slowly made their way down the stairs, the look of sleep still fresh on their faces. "My grace, boys! You lot leave in 20 minutes time, yet have you even prepared your things?" She angrily questioned, her voice cracking as the pitch heightened. The boys barely reacted to her, only nodding before walking into the kitchen to join Mr. Weasley. Molly then turned to me with a bright smile. "Are you ready dear?"

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"Bloody hell mates, no one told me I'd have to hike through the woods. Where on Earth are we going?" I groaned as I nearly tripped on yet another fallen branch. Ginny reached out and placed a hand on my back to prevent me from falling, to which I quietly thanked her.

I heard Ron huff from somewhere behind me. "Ron, where are we actually going?" I heard Harry quietly ask his best friend. Ron sighed before answering my brother.

"Don't know." He huffed back. "Hey Dad!" He yelled ahead to his father who had been leading the pack of us through the dark tree-line. "Where are we going?"

Arthur was quick with a response, "Haven't the foggiest." He turned his head slightly behind him to face his son. "Keep up!"

"Bloody hell." Ron sighed to himself. I turned to Ginny and smiled as I saw her roll her eyes at Ron. We trenched on through the woods before approaching a slight clearing. Under a massive tree stood a man and as we approached, he looked over at us.

"Arthur! It's about time son." The man chipped and began in our direction.

Mr. Weasley responded, "Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." He turned his attention back to Ron with a slight scowl, the boy not seeming to have much of a comeback. We all approached the man as he smiled brightly at us. A shorter man, stocky in size. Mousey hair nearly touching the name of his neck, secured back from an adorable, plaited cap on his head. His quaint eyes fazed over our group through thin round glasses, a quite similar style to Harrys. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone." Arthur announced.

"Oh, Christ." I whispered under my breath to which the girls giggled at. We may have had a small school-girl crush on the man's son, a lad only three grades above our own.

My first interaction with Cedric was in my first year. I had been studying in the courtyard with Pansy when we were interrupted by a group of Gryffindor's in the year above us. They came up to the two of us and started asking vulgar questions to which I silently prayed would stop. Pansy, being who she is, wouldn't take it. It took three bystanders to pry her claws from one boy's neck while the rest of them retreated cowardly back into the castle. Thankfully, Professor Flitwick showed up or I was sure the girl would take that boys life. The man took my friend in to see the headmaster while I remained on the fountain ledge with our books. Unluckily, the boy who had recently been attacked by my fellow Slytherin seemed to want to take it up with me. Although, I must say he had rather poor communication skills as not much was said, and I was somehow left drenched in the fountain with all my books.