" 𝓓𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓴𝓮? "
" 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝔂 "
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For as long as Charlie Densmore can remember her Father has always avoided taking her into Honeydukes. Her childhood protests going unheard as he would quickly drag her...
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The Return of Lord Voldermort
When Charlie and Ainsley entered the Hall, they saw at once 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 knew instantly that 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. He was extremely twitchy, jumping every time someone spoke to him. Charlie couldn't blame him; everybody came to know what had happened the next day, Moody's fear of attack was bound to have been increased by his ten-month imprisonment in his own trunk. Professor Karkaroff's chair was empty.
Charlie and Ainsley talked amongst themselves quietly, Luna sitting next to them as she kept to herself, musings were ended by Professor Dumbledore, who 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," said Dumbledore, 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,"
"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." Charlie felt her blood go cold, her hands shaking as she grasped Ainsley's hand, he didn't understand much as he was a muggleborn, but he knew it wasn't a good thing. 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.
"This isn't good," Luna whispered to them.
"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.
