I have terrible news. The lead director of the Department of Mysteries paid me a visit at the office last night. The man looked terrible. Like most of us right now with everything going on. But that's not the main issue. Y/N's parents have been missing for over a month.
Their boss has been asking around if anyone's heard from them. Apparently he's lost connection with them after their last report. He couldn't give me any information on their last report but I'm positive the two were tailing after those damn Death Eaters. I should be writing this letter to Y/N but I'm no brave man when it comes to terrible news like this. We're all searching for them now.
Just promise me to keep Y/N safe and stay out of harms way. I'll write to you as soon as we find their whereabouts.
P.S. Don't overwork yourself son.
Love, Your Father Amos Diggory
Your eyes are now glossed over as tears trickle onto the letter. Your parents haven't responded to any of your letters because they've gone missing. For over a month. Sadness evolves into fear and then anger. You lower the letter and stare directly at Cedric. "Ced, I can't do nothing now after reading this. They're moving ten steps forward while I'm just on a standstill!"
Cedric wears a look of guilt. He probably feels at fault for not being able to do anything for you. The most you've done is keep an eye on the Slytherin group. Harry's kept you out of the more dangerous tasks to avoid upsetting Cedric. Neither of you want to see Cedric angry again after the night he found out what you two were up to.
The Hufflepuff boy runs his fingertips through his dark hair. Emotions are high. You can hardly think clearly without thinking of the possible dangers your parents are dealing with right now. What if they're already dead? Negative thoughts begin to swallow you whole. Cedric takes notice and he reels you back in.
His hands grip tightly on your shoulders. Cedric's bright grey eyes look no where else but at you. "We have to inform Dumbledore and the other professors. This situation clearly evolved into something much worse." You silently look at Cedric with a tight chest. Slowly you cast your eyes over to Harry who is thinking it over.
"He's right." Harry murmurs with a curt nod. The three of you look at one another in silence. "I know the password to Dumbledore's office. We should hurry there." Harry speaks up in a more hurried tone.
Without another second to waste the three of you hurry off the Quidditch Field. The two boys don't even bother returning their broomsticks to their rooms as they hold onto it close by their side. Other students look at you all bewildered. It's not everyday where two Prefects and both captains of their respected household of Quidditch is running down through the corridors. It's your roles to set an example but not today.
You curse Hogwarts for being such a large castle as you feel your chest tighten with pain as you're gasping for air. Pure adrenaline is moving you forward. Harry halts in front of a large gargoyle statue when the three of you stop atop one of the towers in the Gargoyle corridor. Harry mutters out one of the sweets from Honeydukes. You find the password peculiar as the statue steps aside and a revolving circular staircase forms.
"Come on." Harry ushers for you and Cedric to follow after him. Cedric grabs ahold of your hand to give it a gentle squeeze before ushering you to follow Harry. The three of you frantically climb up the stairs that stop at a door. Harry knocks on the door rapidly. "Professor Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore!"
Before Harry calls out for a third time the door flies open. Professor Snape stands there with judging eyes. His black eyes dart from Harry, you, and then Cedric. "Now what are you three doing here? Shouldn't you have practice and classwork to attend to?"
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