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"Is It Bad To Say No?"

Chapter 2

Taglist | Requests | Wattpad Main Masterlist | Harry Potter Masterlist Somewhere Only We Know Masterlist Previous | Next ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ Summary: You’ve received Cedric’s letter, and now it’s time to meet up. Will his news be good or bad? And how will Cedric react to your letter? ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Angry Cedric, Papa Sirius, A Dream Of Something Only Fanfic Readers Would Dream About, Probably More (The Whole Story's A Warning In Itself) ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ A/N: It's late. Yes, I know. It's been a struggle, but I got it done. ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ Words: 6.4K

Around 10 o’clock, the Slytherin prefects called “lights out”, sending everyone to bed before their last round of hall sweeps. I didn’t want to go back to my dorm, afraid Samatha would be there with the two drones that followed her around, ready to deliver the meanest insults. I hesitantly stood from my spot in the armchair and walked back to my dorm. To my surprise, Samatha and her friends had yet to show.

I assumed they would soon make their way back, considering the prefects would catch them if they didn’t. The short time that I had alone felt so peaceful. Closing the door, behind me, I stood at the entrance, taking note of the room around me. I noticed that one of the bedding was scrunched up and sunken in, meaning someone had placed something somewhat large on the bed or someone was sitting on it. One of the girls left their trunk with some type of clothing hanging out of it, keeping it from closing properly.

I moved away from the door and toward my bed, where I noticed a small banner above my bed. In some sort of black ink, it wrote: “Losers Sleep Here”. I huffed, snatching the banner off the canopy railing. I glared down at the sign, irritated by the constant bullying that I was forced to endure.

I moved over to the chest that was left slightly ajar and opened it. Inside were several very expensive pieces of clothing and accessories, along with a few photos of a young girl with an older male figure. The two looked happy in the photos. The more I looked at the photo the more I realized that the little girl looked an awful lot like Samantha.

Something quite familiar washed over me as I stared down at the picture. It was the same feeling that came to me whenever I saw people having a good old time with their families. Seeing Samantha with her father, all happy like that, awoke a sense of jealousy within me because it was something that I would never get to have. Something that I yearned for, and only recently began to receive. I would never get the time without my father back, and it was something that I had to learn to understand.

I thought about setting some of Samatha’s stuff on fire as payback for constantly being picked on for 6 years, but then I thought about the relationship that I had with my father. Would he really want me to destroy a girl’s things, just because she called me a few names? I imagined my father standing in front of me with a disappointed look on his face. A look I wished to never see on his face.

I clenched the photo in my hand as my head rolled back. I loudly sighed, looking up at the ceiling before properly closing the trunk. I stood from my spot and began to get ready for bed. I threw on some green silk pajamas that had little golden tigers on them that my father got me over the summer. I liked them- not just for the feel of them, but also because they matched my Patronus.

As soon as I was “ready for bed” I quickly shut off the lights and climbed into the large canopy bed. The door creaked open and all that was heard was Samatha’s high-pitched whines as she babbled on to her friends. My eye’s slammed shut as one of the girls turned the bright lights on. My eyelids naturally blinked, whilst still shut, from the brightness of the lights.

The girls continued to talk to each other before they noticed the lump in my bed. “Looks like Black’s already asleep,” Carly, one of Samantha’s friends spoke, making the other girls turn their heads. I tried my best not to fidget while the feeling of their beady eyes was still present.

I kept my eyes clamped shut, hoping my eyes wouldn’t twitch so much. The feeling of something poking me in my shoulder a few times made it very difficult to continue my facade, but I stayed strong. I kept my sleep-like composure, convincing whoever was next to me that I really was asleep, even if I wasn’t.

Samatha’s voice sounded right next to me. “Fast asleep,” She said with a scoff. I could practically hear the smug grin creep onto her face. “Looks like when you have no friends, all you can do is sleep.” She laughed and her friends joined in.

I cringed internally at the insult. I wanted to correct her, but that would blow my cover. I have friends. It’s just that my social group isn’t all that big. It consisted mostly of Cedric, but I have begun something of a friendship with the golden trio. My mind slowly moved back onto Cedric as my eyelids began to feel heavy. The thought of Cedric being more than a friend rushed through my head. And soon, I was asleep.

I awoke to something a lot more comfortable than the thing I fell asleep on. My eyes blinked open as my eyes adjusted to the bright light blaring in my eyes. “What?” I softly spoke. Everything around me was unfamiliar to me. I was in a large, comfortable bed wrapped in soft grey and yellow bedding. The room around me was lined with plush carpet and cream-coated walls.

Next to me sat a nightstand. On the nightstand was an unlit candle lamp, a vase filled with vibrant colored flowers, and a photo frame with a motion photo of Cedric and I on our- ‘Huh?’ -On our wedding day.

I attempted to move out of my lying position, only to be halted by a tight grip around my waist. I looked down seeing an arm wrapped around me. I followed the arm to find none other than Cedric lying in the bed right next to me. He slept peacefully letting out quiet snores as he pulled me closer to him. My back pressed up against his naked chest, and his face fell into the crack of my neck.

I tried to move once more, but once again, Cedric’s arm stopped me from moving. I smiled at the boy’s actions until I no longer heard the snores. ‘He’s awake’ I said to myself. The smile I once wore had drifted away, as I stared wide-eyed at the wall in front of me. A small moan left the boy’s mouth, tickling my neck. My heart stopped as I heard the boy’s groggy voice as he moved his head out of my neck. “Where do you think you’re going, love?” Cedric asked playfully, now slightly hovering above me. He wore a sleepy grin that caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

“I-”

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say, nor did I know where to look. My line of sight drifted from the Hufflepuff’s bright gray eyes and onto his bare chest. Cedric was in really nice shape from what I remembered. I wanted to touch him, but it felt wrong.

Two fingers made their way to my chin, lifting it to sit parallel to Cedric’s. He chuckled, “How are you always so pretty in the morning? It’s hard to believe that I’m married to a goddess like yourself.” My cheeks gave off a cherry-red blush as I tried to look away from the handsome man in front of me, but Cedric wouldn’t allow me to look away.

Nothing felt natural about all of this. I knew that this was a dream. Cedric would never say these things to me… Not in the real world. He was oblivious to how I felt, and I was fine with keeping it that way. Did I like it? No. But if it kept our long-lasting friendship from ending, I would be completely fine with it.

“You’re just as beautiful as you were the day I first met you,” He whispered, moving slightly closer to my face. His eyes toggled between my eyes and my lips as he continued to move closer. We were only centimeters away from each other when he stopped. “I love you, Y/N,” he said with a loving smile, and my world stopped. My body tensed up and suddenly the basic task of breathing became a challenge.

“Can you say that again?” I asked, tantalized by the man above me.

He let out a soft laugh. “I love y-”

“CEDRIC!” I yelled out, now awake from the forbidden fantasy that I had just experienced. Realizing what just happened, I looked around the room, noticing that I was back in my dorm. The lights were out, the only light being from the large window where the moonlight hit the lake’s waters, and all 3 girls were asleep in their respective beds.

I was still riled up from the dream, so I tried taking deep breaths to calm myself down. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back to face the ceiling before rolling it forward to face the floor. I did this a few more times, along with the deep breathing, before my body began to relax, and my breathing became normal again.

I looked over at the small alarm clock on my bedside table. The time was 11:45. It was almost time to meet up with Cedric. I slid out of my bed, causing a small thud from my feet hitting the floor. I shuffled over to my trunk, finding my hoodie, and using it to cover myself. I placed my wand in my hoodie pocket and began on my mission.

The walk through the school was surprisingly easy, having yet to run into any prefects, head boys/girls, or professors. I entered the central hall, which was kind of dark since it didn’t have any windows, but there were still dim lights that brightened the area. I quickly moved through the room, getting closer to my checkpoint, when all of a sudden, I began to hear footsteps behind me.

I quickly used the disillusionment charm, hiding behind a suit of armor, for safekeeping. The footsteps got louder, and when whoever it was finally made it to the room I was in, I saw the familiar brown head of hair in black and yellow robes I had seen for years. I revealed myself to the Hufflepuff.

“Cedric.”

The Hufflepuff jumped slightly and turned around. I let out an amused giggle, seeing the surprised look the boy was giving me. He must have been on his way to the black lake because that was where he told me to meet him. He began to step closer to me, sporting that same loving smile that he gave in my dream.

“Y/N?” Cedric asked. “I was just about to meet you at the lake.”

“Yeah, I was too, but I thought you may have been another prefect or a professor,” I claimed.

Cedric let out a soft laugh. I meticulously stared at his beautiful smile, studying every part of his lips. Cedric smiled pretty often, mostly because he hung around people who could make him laugh, but something was different today. Maybe it was because we were finally alone together. Or maybe it had to do with the mind-boggling dream I just had about him. I took a mental picture of the image before pulling myself back into our conversation.

“I’m glad you weren’t caught,” Cedric said with an amused grin.

“Me too. I’m glad it was I who caught you,” I teased.

There was a pause between us. We both just stared at each other until I began to fidget in my spot. “Well, shall we get going then?” I suggested, awkwardly using my hand to motion toward the door. Cedric nodded before looping his arm with mine. I tightened his hold, not wanting to ever let go of the young Hufflepuff, but he didn’t seem to notice, or he at least wasn’t showing it.

We continued our walk making small talk until we got to the lake. Our conversation stopped when we made it to our destination. We stood at a slight distance from the lake, arms still looped together, as we stared out at the moonlit lake. It was beautiful, and to be here with Cedric, at night and along, was truly a dream come true.

Cedric let go of the hold he had on my arm as he invited me to join him on the dirt-filled floor. When I felt my bottom hit the sandy floor, I looked over at Cedric to see him already looking at me. I felt a blush appear on my cheeks that the moonlight just had to place on a spotlight.

“I like your pajama shorts. Are those tigers?” He asked with a small laugh.

Somehow, my cheeks tinted a darker redder when he said that, and I felt my heart begin to pound hard, in my chest. I looked down at the pajama shorts I put on earlier, letting out a small, “Thank you.”

“So, why did you call me here? I know you said you had news.”

“Straight to the point. Okay.” He clicked his tongue. “I’m thinking about signing up for the Triwizard Tournament.”

My heart stopped pounding in my chest and suddenly dropped. I frowned at the thought of Cedric as a Triwizard contestant. It was a dangerous game to play… Literally. It had been banned by the ministry for centuries, and now Cedric just wants to participate like it’s a game of quidditch. My body went rigid at the thought.

“What?” I asked, nervously biting my lip

“I want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament,” He spoke slowly, this time.

I remained silent as my teeth sank deeper into my lip. A metallic taste flooded my taste buds.

‘Did he understand the risks? Did he even care? What could possibly possess him to want to do something like this?’ My mind was bombarded with question after question.

This tournament was banned for there being too many deaths. I couldn’t lose Cedric if he chose to go through with this. But Cedric was smart. I knew that I wasn’t giving him credit for the amazing things he could do, nor was I giving him a chance to prove himself, but I couldn’t just look past the traumatizing images of Cedric dead in my head.

“Remember me saying that my father was acting all buggy this morning. I think this is why. He works in the ministry. He must have heard about this earlier and that was his way of telling me without spoiling it,” Cedric said, beaming.

Me on the other hand, well I was scared. I shook my head and looked back up at Cedric, showing him the long frown that I wore. His smile quickly shifted as he studied my face.

“You’re not happy. Do you not want this for me?”

“Is it bad to say no?” I grimace.

Cedric scoffed in disbelief. He turned away from me while angrily licking his lips. “How could you say that? You’re my best friend. You should be happy for me,” he spoke. He looked down as he spoke, keeping his voice low. The pain and anger radiated off of him.

It hurt to see Cedric this upset with me. It was something I had never wished to do since the day I met him. Cedric’s always been there for me. He expressed his support for me even when no one else believed in me. I could only imagine the amount of betrayal he was feeling right now.

I let out a shaky breath, scared to see what would happen next. I attempted to meet Ced’s eye, but he was too upset to even look at me. His gaze was set on the ground, and his jaw continuously clenched and unclenched. It looked like he was thinking.

“Ced…” I attempted to speak, but immediately paused, not wanting to say something I would regret later.

I looked down at the now sandy pajamas that I decided to wear. A slight breeze moved through the air causing me to shiver. On a normal day, Cedric wouldn’t hesitate to offer me something to give me warmth, but at this moment, he could care less if I was cold or not.

“The Triwizard Tournament is dangerous. I don’t want you to do something that could possibly hurt you, or worse… get you killed. You tend to do things that please your father, and I can’t let you do something this reckless if this isn’t for you. So let me ask you- Is this something you truly want to do, or is this Amos Diggory speaking?”

Cedric scoffed at my words, clearly offended by them. He stood from his spot and mumbled a low, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“No, Cedric. Wait!” I quickly stood from my seated position and moved to grab his robe sleeve. He spun around, livid. He stood tall, glaring down at me with the most ferocious eyes I had ever seen on a person. I cowardly stood in my, letting go of the boy’s sleeve. I heard a small whimper leave my lips as I looked up at Cedric. Nervously, I said, “I just want what’s best for you… I lost my father for 13 years of my life. I can’t lose you to something as dumb as dying for a trophy in a deadly race.”

“Well, you just did,” he seethed before dramatically turning away from me and storming off. Normally, I would have laughed at the Professor Snape-like exit, but I was too upset to joke around. The tears that I had tried so hard to keep in began to rush out of my eyes. I looked up at the night sky, just as a shooting star flew through the sky. I simply closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wishing for the safety of my friend.

When my eyes fluttered open, I was still at the lake… alone. Was honesty really the right go-to? I didn’t know. I thought that maybe hearing honest feedback from a friend would ease the pain, but instead, it just made things worse. I had lost a friend. But I kept my head up and hoped that Cedric would come to his senses and realize that I was only looking out for him.

The next day, I woke up and started my day like any other school day. I washed up a bit before getting dressed in my Slytherin uniform. After gathering everything I would need for today’s classes, I began making my way to the Great Hall for breakfast.

I walked through the halls quietly. Groups of friends talked to each other, all while either walking or pushing past me. I paid them no mind and continued to my desired destination.

When I got to the Great Hall, my eyes immediately went to the Hufflepuff table. There Cedric sat playfully laughing and eating with his friends. My jaw clenched and my hands balled up into fists as a wave of jealousy washed through me. I ignored it, knowing that maybe this was good for the Hufflepuff. Hanging around others who didn’t constantly remind him of the girl who broke his heart, was his way of taking his mind off things.

I began to make my way to the Slytherin table before I heard someone yell my name, behind me. I turned, looking for the owner of the voice to see Harry sitting with Ron, Hermione, and all the other Gryffindors. They smiled, waving me over to their table. Reluctantly, I went over there with a false smile on my face.

“Hello, Y/N. I didn’t see you at all yesterday. I wanted to see how your summer was,” Harry said casually. I joined the group at the table, not placing my entire body on the inside of the table.

I nodded at the boy. “It was good. Father and I had 13 years to catch up on. You would think that even with the loss of time together, your dad would know that you’re too old for clown pancakes, dolls, and hide-n-seek,” I laughed.

The memory of my father waking me up as the sun was still rising, ran through my head. The bright smile on his face was vivid in my mind as he happily began to blindfold me. He led me down the steps of the Black family house, and into the kitchen. When he took the blindfold off, I remember being ecstatic to find my surprise… that was until I saw that it was everything that I had enjoyed before he was sent to Azkaban. It was hard reminding him that I was now a 17-year-old girl. That I was soon to be out of Hogwarts and working as a young woman.

When I told him, he was a little disappointed, but he understood, saying that, “It’s hard knowing that I missed so much of you growing into the magnificent girl standing in front of me, today. It’s a nightmare for every father to see their little girl grow up.” I felt bad for my father, but he was quick to stop me, telling me that we would somehow catch up on everything in the past 13 years. I’m not gonna lie. I had the best time of my life with my father. It was everything I wished for.

“How was the quidditch world cup? I heard the Weasleys invited you out. Must have been nice to get away from those pesky Dursleys, huh?” I asked, giving the boy a smirk. He laughed at my facial expression and began to speak again. “Oh, it definitely was nice to get away. Even if it was ruined by death eaters. But I met Cedric,” Harry said taking a bite of his food.

“Really?” I asked, looking up, to face the Hufflepuff table once more. Cedric sat there staring at me with hurt eyes before turning back around in his seat. I continued to stare and Harry continued to speak. “Yeah. He seemed nice if you ask me. The twins didn’t like him. I think they’re still upset about the quidditch match from last year…” He paused, taking a bite of his porridge. When he started to speak again, he spoke with his mouth full, quickly saying, “He couldn’t stop talking about you,” before immediately shutting his mouth once more. He swallowed and said, “I was surprised he even knew you.”

“Yeah, what is he? Your boyfriend?” Ron teased mockingly, with a goofy grin on his face. His mouth was full of breakfast pastries as Hermione smacked the boy upside the head so hard that I could hear the slap from my seat. I laughed as I watched Ron’s hand drop the food he was holding to comfort his sore spot. “Bloody hell,” he moaned. He sent the younger girl a brief glare before receiving a nudge from her. The boy stopped all jokes, going back to his food.

“Cedric seems like a nice boy, Y/N. I’m glad that you have someone like that in your life,” Hermione smiled. I frowned remembering what went down less than 12 hours ago.

I felt as if someone was watching me from afar, so I looked up to see Cedric once more, looking my way. His face was blank, but if you looked close enough, you would see the sadness in his eyes. I sent him a small wave, but Cedric didn’t care for it. He just looked away. My face dropped completely as I let out a shaky breath. I hadn’t realized that the golden trio had also seen this interaction, looking at each other with sad looks before focusing on me.

“Did something happen?” Harry asked. The boy gave me a concerned look, but I looked away not wanting to talk about what happened.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumbled loud enough for Harry to hear. His face sunk, seeing my sad expression. He placed his hand on top of mine, attempting to comfort me, but it didn’t give me much comfort. My mind had yet to let go of the fact that my oldest friend was no longer my friend.

The four of us all went quiet, creating a very tense and uncomfortable environment around us. I stayed in my spot, staring into an open space, for about 2 more minutes before standing. I bid the trio goodbye before storming out of the large room.

I cried as I made my way out of the castle. I walked past the quidditch stadium and out the castle gates. I continued walking until I eventually made it to Hogsmeade. Because it was the beginning of the school day, at the beginning of the school year, the streets of Hogsmeade weren’t as full. Not many were skipping classes like I was doing.

The warm breeze, surrounding Hogsmeade, illuminated the delightful smells from all the food and drink shops in the area. There was a hint of a warm vanilla and butterscotch smell that reminded me a lot of butterbeer. It reminded me of all the nights Cedric and I spent talking until it was almost time for curfew. It still surprised me to this day how we never got caught, even when we were late.

The aroma of the village shifted into a nutty, yet chocolatey smell, mixed with peppermint. I imagined that the smells came from Honeydukes, where they sold mind-boggling candies… literally. They carried just your regular candies, but there was also a wizarding effect to some of them that were great for pranks. While the Weasley twins, Fred and George, openly expressed their love for pranks, Cedric and I meticulously planted candies that ranged from causing one to float to causing one's ears to emit a load of steam. Many believed it was just the Weasleys’ source of entertainment, but they never found the true culprits.

The more I walked through Hogsmeade, remembering all the fun times I had with Cedric, I realized that I’d never really been away from Cedric during the school year. We were always together. The only times we weren’t were if we had different classes and to go to sleep. But all the time we spent together allowed us to be kids and enjoy life. We got away with so much. Our time together was never boring, and I loved that. I never had the same connection that I have with Cedric with anyone else, and without him, life felt like a timeless loop of nothingness. Everything I once loved was contaminated with the nostalgia I got from being around Cedric for most of my life.

In the middle of Hogsmeade Square, my thoughts were silenced as my line of sight was directed at something that left me confuddled. There was a dog with shaggy dark fur, similar to my father’s, staring right at me. I turned thinking something was behind me, but when I turned back, the dog was still there. Knowing it got my attention, it began to walk into a little alleyway.

I furrowed my eyebrows, watching the dog disappear. It was strange. The dog looked almost familiar like I had seen it before. Right as I was about to start walking again, an arm came from behind the wall where the dog left to. They pointed to the alleyway as if they wanted me to follow.

I slowly approached the flower shop that was next to the alleyway. When I got a little closer to the arm I heard a distant voice say, “Psst. Y/N, over here.”

The voice was extremely familiar. Realizing how familiar the voice and dog sounded to me, I finally figured out who it was. “Dad?!” I spoke in a whisper-yell.

“Come here,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the alleyway. His grip on me was hard, and when he swung so fast, I felt as if I would hit the brick wall, next to him. I braced myself for impact but was instead met with my father’s chest. He pulled me into his arms, giving me a big hug. A blissful smile appeared on my face as I returned the hug, giving him a tight squeeze.

“Oh, I know it’s been a day, but I’ve missed you, Pumpkin,” he spoke into my hair before placing a kiss on my head.

“I missed you too, Dad. What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling away from the hug as I gave him a sideways glance.

He chuckled. “I was using my newfound freedom to catch up on all my favorite places as a child. Of course, I can’t go to Hogwarts, but as always, when all else fails, you go to Hogsmeade.”

“So you disguised yourself as a dog?” I questioned.

He stopped looking down at me with his mouth hung open. “Not everyone agrees with the ministry about my- wait. Why am I telling you this? You should be in class, young lady.” He tried to be stern with me, but instead, it made me laugh.

“Ah! Hahahaha! Dad, you’re so funny. You were the king of not doing as you told me, and now you’re judging me. Yeah, hilarious, Dad,” I laughed.

He paused, repeating everything in his head. He knew I was right. He had no right to judge me, but he also knew that something was wrong, because I never did the things he did at my age. But instead of saying that, he just left.

Confused, I followed. “Where are we going?” I asked, receiving no response from him. He led me to a shop named Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. The building was made of stone with pink-painted windows, doors, and trims. The windows displayed tea cups and pots stacked on top of the window. In all honesty, the place looked calm, and besides all the pink, I believe that I could come around to making this a quiet little hangout.

We walked in and there were even more tea cups and pink-painted walls. It reminded me of what muggles had described their grandmother’s house to look like- if she were obsessed with collecting tea cups and China.

I was looking around when all of a sudden, someone snuck up on me and yelled out loud, “Hello!” I jumped, turning to face whoever was speaking. It was a small, pudgy woman in a green dress and a white apron wrapped around her waist. “Welcome to Madam Puddifoot’s. Can I interest you in a pot of Earl Grey?” She offered with a warm smile.

“Yes, please,” my father said, sitting down at the closest table. He kicked the chair, silently telling me to sit down. I obeyed, pulling the chair back and sitting down across from him.

My father placed his hand on top of mine. “Talk to me.” I bit my lip and gave my father a sad look before starting my story. I told him everything from the time I got on the train to everything that happened last night. As I talked, I watched as my father gave me a mean glare. It wasn’t meant to be pointed at me, as much as it was directed at Samantha and Cedric. He wanted to kill anyone who hurt his daughter, but he also knew that that wasn’t what I wanted.

“And when I-”

“Hold on,” He said, holding up his index finger to stop me from continuing. “These girls- they’ve been bullying you since your first year?” He asked. I nodded, silently answering his question before he continued. “What would make you believe that I wouldn’t want you to get your revenge. Do you even know your father? I was ready to kill a man last year. I literally had to be held back.”

I looked down at my tea cup with a smile. The teacup was almost as full as when I started drinking. I had yet to really have time to drink the tea because I was talking with my father. But I took extremely small sips every now and then. I stirred the cup with my hand before taking another small sip, this one slightly bigger than the last.

As I placed the cup back on the table, I shrugged, “I don’t know. I sometimes forget what it’s like to have you as a father. I’ve only ever known from what I see other dads do.

My dad frowns, but he covers it up with a smirk and a sly remark. “Well I’m not most dads, am I?” I let out a soft laugh while shaking my head at my father’s antics.

I knew he wasn’t like most dads. Hanging out with my dad over the summer was more like hanging out with your fun uncle, rather than your father, even before he was sent to Azkaban. My mother used to tell me about how I was the light in my father’s eye, making it hard for him to say “no” to me. And she was right. My father hardly disciplined me. He was carefree. That was until someone would mess with me. If you say something to me that I don’t like, best believe that Sirius Black or even Cleod will be there.

“If someone hits you, you hit them back.”

“I thought you can’t fight fire with fire,” I argued.

“Oh, please. That’s just something authority figures say to keep people from fighting back. What your doing is enabling them,” My father said, waving off the saying. “They will continue to pick fun at you until you show them you mean business.”

I listened carefully, still a little confused. Sure, I wanted to hurt Samantha the same way she hurt me, but it didn’t feel right. I never wished to harm anyone. But the feelings I got when I thought about setting Samantha’s stuff on fire opened my eyes to something darker within me. I looked down at my hands, watching as my fingers picked at the fingers on my other hand.

“I don’t know, Dad.”

My dad took my hands in his and pulled them apart. I looked up at him as he said, “You’re strong, just like your mother. You have her caring heart, also. I see a lot of your mother in you, but what you were describing earlier was me. Your letters of you and that boy, Cedric, who I’ll get to in a sec, show me that you have a hidden love for mischief, just as I had. You’re a kid. I want you to have that.”

I looked away from my father with a dark red blush on my cheeks and my lips sporting a smile. I thought back to the fun memories I had with my mother. The way she would stop what she was doing to cheer me up, or how we played hide-n-seek in the large forest behind our cottage. I missed my mother.

As my mind went back to her death, my smile slowly descended. Suddenly, it became harder to breathe. My eyes closed as I tried to focus on my breathing. I couldn’t see it, but I could imagine the concerned look on my father’s face. I heard a chair scoot across the floor and some shuffling before a pair of arms pulled me in for a hug.

“I miss her, Dad,” I cried.

My father pulled my head to his chest as his arms slowly rubbed my back. “I know. I do too, kiddo,” He said with a shaky breath. “You’ve lost so much. It’s okay to let it out,” he spoke in a comforting voice as I began to cry harder. My tears fell from my face and soaked into his sleeve.

“You know, I don’t blame you for telling that boy that you don’t want him to join that tournament.” He paused. “I can’t get mad at him either, because I did the same thing. Your mother warned me to not join the war against Voldemort, and look where it got me. One of my closest friends, who I trusted, betrayed me and killed my best friend. I ended up in Azkaban, and I couldn’t be there to protect you and your mother. I got mad at her for telling me not to join, but she was right. I wanted to protect the wizarding world so that you could grow up without the pain and suffering, but I guess that would have been inevitable. Sometimes I think to myself, what would really happen if I didn’t join. I think your mother, James, Lily, and a boatload of more people would still be alive. It was my job to be the secret keeper, but I knew it wasn’t right…”

We released from the hug, allowing me to look up at my father with a sad smile. I wiped my tears and listened. “I think that there would have been a lot more deaths if you weren’t there. You sacrificed so much, but you still fought hard. Without you, we would have never learned that there was a rat on the team. Literally. The war isn’t over, and all we can do is fight.”

“Yes, I definitely agree with you. We should fight for what we believe in. So why are you giving up?”

Now I’m confused.

“What?” I asked, giving my father a questioning look.

“Your best friend is about to fight a battle alone. Even though I was mad that your mother didn’t want me to fight, we still stood by each other’s side. Cedric wants to risk his life, let him risk it knowing that he still has someone at his side. Don’t let him go through it alone, even if you have different ideas on something.”

My father’s words were surprisingly inspirational. Was I really just going to give up on Cedric. Could 6 years of friendship really go down the drain that easily? No. I could never leave Cedric. He’s never left me, and now it’s my turn to walk alongside him.

A bright smile appeared before I excitedly jumped out of my chair. I pulled my father into a quick hug, mumbling a small “thank you” into his ear before running out of the small tea shop, and away from Hogsmeade.

I have a friendship to save.

A/N: This took way too long to write, but it's actually one of my longest stories to write. I honestly don't know where I am going with this, but I do know that Samantha is only here to build the reader's character for what's going to happen in the 2nd part of this mini-series. But anyway, I hope you guys liked this, and I wish you all a bright and beautiful day. ❤️

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