I sat on my bed curled up in a ball for most of the night. I just kept thinking about him and replaying my convocation with Cho and Harry. It was late, but no one else was in the dorm but me, they were sleeping in the common room with the boys after a party I didn't attend. How could they celebrate when Cedric was dead?
"It's not your fault Elizabeth." Dumbledore's soft voice sounded from the door.
"I left him there." I cried.
Dumbledore walked over to my bed and sat on the edge of it, similar to the way he did the first time he visited me nearly a year ago. School was only one week from finishing, and then I was going back there. Great.
"You're brother told me how the two of your wands connected with Voldemort. You saw your parents and Cedric didn't you Elizabeth?" Dumbledore asked and I nodded.
"Is there a way to bring them back?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"I'm afraid not. Not even the darkest magic can bring someone back from the dead." Dumbledore confirmed. "I'm sure you know that Barty Crouch jr. was taken to Azkaban."
What? Who was Barty Crouch jr and why was he taken to Azkaban prison?
"Who?" I asked, a look of shock and confusion spread across the wise wizard's face.
"Barty Crouch jr. was the other man in your dreams. He had been pretending to be Professor Moody all year to get you and Harry from inside the school." Dumbledore explained.
"Was he the one who took me?"
"Yes, he was." Dumbledore confirmed and my anger sprouted back, but I had too many questions to ask so I tried to ignore it. "Why did I live?"
"You entered the between didn't you? And Cedric was there too? You were there because the night Voldemort tried to kill you, if I'm correct, he transferred some of his powers to him. So you cannot die as Voldemort lives in you. Cedric, on the other hand, was there because he had not fully fulfilled his life. He needed to say goodbye to you before he could move on and truly rest in piece." Dumbledore told me.
"So, a part of Voldemort is inside me?" I repeated, making sure I had heard what Dumbledore had said.
"Yes." Dumbledore confirmed.
"I think he's controlling me." I admitted. "Lately I've been feeling different lately, saying things I wouldn't normally say and not being able to take them back. It's like my mind is turning into someone elses."
"That would be Voldemort darkening your soul. He's not controlling you personally, the part of him that is inside you had started to take over." Dumbledore worriedly explained.
"How do I stop it?" I asked, determined to stop this demon entering me.
"You die." Dumbledore plainly stated.
"And how can I do that when I've already died before?" I asked, surely this should have stopped when I came back to life.
"Harry mentioned that whenever he is near Voldemort his scar burns, does this happen to you?"
"Yes, it happened the night I was abducted. I kept seeing Harry flash before my eyes and each time it happened the pain got worse." I admitted. I felt like I could trust Dumbledore with everything I was telling him, since he seemed to know more about it than anyone else.
"So Voldemort know's he can look into your mind." Dumbledore muttered to himself. "Has it burned since then?"
"Not since the night I died." I explained, honestly, I never thought I would talk about myself previously dying.
Dumbledore reached into his pocket and pulled out an old quill, it must have been extremely old. He reached across and handed me the quill. I took it and stared at it, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. "It's a quill." I stated.
"It was Voldemort's when he was in school. Your scar is not burning? That means when you died it only destroyed half of the darkness inside you, so now the darkness will spread through you to make up for the part of Voldemort that has gone. The only way to get rid of the rest of it, is to be killed yet again by Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore explained.
"Does it have to be Voldemort?" I asked and Dumbledore replied with "Yes, it must be Voldemort."
So I had to die. Again. It would have been so much easier if Cedric had lived instead of me, he could have just returned to his normal life. Dumbledore stood and started towards the door, but I had one more question to ask.
"Why is it that I'm in Slytherin but Harry is a Gryffindor?"
Dumbledore turned to face me and a gentle smile spread across his face. "Harry was supposed to be a Slytherin, because Voldemort is a Slytherin. Harry has a part of Voldemort inside him too. Harry is not a Slytherin, because he asked not to be."
That was the last thing that was said to me that night. I didn't sleep at all, I just laid there staring at the celing, the same question replaying in my head. Why wasn't there something that could bring Cedric back?
Harry, Ron, Hermione and I stood outside the castle with the rest of the school, watching the Beuxbatons and Durmstrang students leave Hogwarts.
"I still can't believe she kissed me." Ron stuttered over Fleur. A few minutes before Fleur had said goodbye to Ron and kissed him on the head, he had been in shock ever since.
"I'm going to miss Viktor." Hermione complained. How dare she complain about Viktor leaving while Cedric was dead? She could be extremely selfish at times. That was the one thing I didn't like about her. That and she was smarter than me.
"Oh don't worry, at least he's still alive." I spat, Hermione's eyes widened at what she had said.
"I'm sorry Elizabeth." She apologised.
It was silent for a bit, but Ron broke it by asking. "Do you think we'll ever have a quiet year at Hogwarts?"
"No." Hermione responded, the same time Harry replied "No, I don't think so."
"Everything's going to change now isn't it?" Hermione asked, her voice shaking in fear, I could tell that she was glad nothing had happened to her yet.
"Of course." I mumbled, stating the obvious. "You know what, I'm gonna go pack."
"See you later." Harry smiled.
I left the three of them standing there, watching the two schools leave.
As I walked through the castle it felt the same way it had on my first day in Hogwarts, empty and miserable.Once I got to where I was headed stood there for a minute, letting the cold breeze slice through my skin.
I approached the lake and sat where Cedric would have sat, my head in his lap, staring out into the icy lake.
Hermione was right. Everything was going to change.
Nothing had ever been easy, but it was going to get a lot worse in the next few years.
- The End -
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