headcanon that on april 1st a group of hufflepuffs were struggling to get into their common room bc the usual barrel tune wouldn’t work and then one muggle-born student tries smth strange and it turns out someone set the password as the rick roll
muggle-borns: wow i didn’t think that would work… clever tho
Remember, if the time should come, when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. R e m e m b e r C e d r i c D i g g o r y
A/N: Wow long time no write, I think. I know I haven’t been writing a lot but I just don’t find the feeling. Also I’m working on requests as much as I can but everything I wrote sucks so I keep rewriting all of this. Hope you like this part, not sure if I’m gonna make a third one.
PAIRING: Cedric Diggory x reader x George Weasley
WARNING: A bit of a panic attack but I really don’t think this is a warning.
After you have finally realized you were on the hard ground, you have also came to the conclusion that travelling by a portkey is not as exciting as you thought it would be. You were lying on top of George, one of your hand still holding his while th other placed on his chest. Looking up at him, you saw his usual smirk plastered on his lips. “Love.” he spoke softly, looking down at you with his melting brown eyes.
“Horhe.” you replied and stood up, pulling him up with you.
“George.” he chuckled and looked down on your holding hands.
“George.” you corrected yourself and at the moment it felt like a small spark lit between you two, where his touch sudenly sent tingles to your body and his eyes never leaving yours.
Cedric pulled up Harry, looking around to see if you were okay but only saw you with George, holding his hand and seeing some kind of glow he hasn’t seen on you before with another person, only with himself. No, that glow belonged to him.
He stormed towards you and George and pushed himself right in the middle, showing his back to George and looking up to your eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked, putting his hand on your cheek and brushing his thumb against a small scratch you got from the fall.
“Fine.” you giggled and moved away his hand. “I had a soft landing.” you added before walking back, next to George.
Cedric furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What the hell? “(y/n)!” he shouted from behind and started running after you. “ I’ve been just-”
“Well kids! Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup.” said mr. Weasley, interrupting Cedric and setting his eyes on the crowd.
Cedric closed his mouth as a frown took over, seeing you around the arms of a Weasley. There it was againg. The glow. What was it all about and why did it make his blood boil all of a sudden?
You looked up at George, who was amazed just like you. He offered you a hand, which you gladly took, and lead you to their tent.
“George!” you giggled and pulled him back.
“Yes darling.” he answered and took a step closer.
“I’ve got my own tent to get to.”
He leaned forward, your noses touching as his hand travelled up your arm. “You sure you don’t want to come?” he asked, his eyes watching yours as yours were stuck on his lip bite.
Fred and Cedric angrly looked at the two of you flirting with eachother and both were thinking the exact same thing. Fred couldn’t believe George was falling for you, leaving his own twin brother behind. While Cedric didn’t even think, he stormed towards the two of you, grabbing your hand and looking up to George.
“Sorry Weasley, but she’s staying with me.” he groweled and pulled you away from George and to your tent.
“Excuse me Diggory but what put your wand in a knot!” you joked and walked after him, but he did not smile nor stop. “Cedric?” you added in a more serious tone.
‘Flirting with a Weasley my arse. George Weasley and (y/n)(y/l/n). Yeah right!’
“Cedric.” you said lauder as his grip got tighter. “CEDRIC!” You snapped and pulled him back.
“WHAT!?” he shouted right before he forcefully pulled you in the tent.
You took a step back, looking at his angry grey eyes, scaring the hell out of you at the moment. You didn’t know this side of Cedric, the angry one.
Except it wasn’t the angry side you were seeing. It was the jealous side. He saw your frightning eyes, your lip trembling a bit and your hand holding your his, trying to remove his grip from your wrist. “Oh my god, (y/n). I am so sorry.”
“Sorry? You’re sorry?” you scoffed and finally pulled your arm away from him after you felt him let go. “What was that!?”
“I-I…I don’t know.” he mumbled quietly, avoiding your gaze.
“You don’t know. I get the overprotectivness Cedric, but you had no right to drag me like this. It hurt!” you yelled at him and stormed out of the tent.
Cedric took a deep sigh and plopped himself on the couch. He ran his hand through his hair and looked around the room only to see his father staring at him with a bagel in his hand. “You know son, your mother was just as feisty. You remind me of her so much.”
“Oh, thanks dad. You think of me as a feisty young lad.” he chuckled and let his dad sit down next to him.
“No, but I do know how she reacted everytime she saw me talking to another girl. Now I’ve seen you and (y/n) grow up together as best friends. It wouldn’t be normal if this friendship wouldn’t turn into something more.”
“More?” asked Cedric cofusely. “I don’t like her like that. We’re best friends. Always have been and always will be. It’s just another one of our fights.”
Amos took a deep breath in. He got up from a couch, a bagel still in his hand, and turned to Cedric. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” mumbled Cedric feeling some weird heat appear in his stomach as he spoke that Word.
You and Cedric were best friends since forever and whenever you spoke to another guy he felt normal. He did not mind you talking to another guys. But this one was different. This one gave you the glow. Your eyes sparkling as you talked, your smile brighter as you laughed and your skin glowing as he touched. But he also gave you that. Sometimes when the two of you talked deep in the night, your eyes sparkeled. When the two of you were being stupid, your laughter made it extra funny or when you overslept in his arms after watching a movie or doing some extra reading.
No. You were his glow, not George’s.
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Cedric couldn’t sleep. It kept being cold or hot, too much pillows or the sleeping position was uncomfortable. He turned his head towards your bed but it was empty. Completly empty.
“(y/n)?” he said outloud as he swung his legs over the bed and got up.
Where were you? Did you even come back?
“(y/n)?” he repeated a bit louder walking into another room. He kept walking around, his eyes desperatly seeking you.”Damn it how big is this tent?”he asked himself and kept running his hand through his hair, looking around in the main room.
What if you went back to George and decided to spent the night with him? “No.” he mumbled and kept pacing around the room with his hand tangled in his hair.
He didn’t know why he was panicking so much but he just couldn’t calm down. His anger started emerging on the surface and he clenched his fists, preparing himself to hit something, throw something, ripp something…
No. You were his glow. He can’t lose his glow. No, not his glow, please not his glow. He can’t lose you. Once the glow is taken away it can’t come back. His heart kept racing faster and faster and he felt the walls closing in. The air he breathed seemed to suffocate him. What was happening to him right now? Was he having a panic attack?
It all suddenly stopped when he saw a small ball of sheets curled up on the couch. His heart slowed down a bit as he walked closer and noticing a familiar (y/h/c) hair coming out from the ball of sheets.
He felt his heart slow down completly, almost thinking it stopped since it was beating way too fast few minutes ago. He knelt down to you, moving the hair away from your face and showing off your sleeping face.
“(y/n)?” he asked softly and brushed his hand against your cheek-
You frowned a bit letting out a smal ‘hm’ before nuzzling in the sheets and ignoring the quiet chuckle coming from his mouth.
“(y/n).” he repeated quietly.
Lazily opening your eyes and seeing a blury picture in front of you, you knew excatly who it was, kneeling in front of you.”Ced?” you mumbled quietly before your eyelids fell back down.
“ I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry for snapping at you like that earlier today. I shouldn’t have done that.I was angry and stupind and reckless and -and -and.. I’m just really sorry. ”he appologised but only got a small ‘hm’ in return. “You are really important to me (y/n) and I care too much for you for you. Way too much because I can’t seem to sleep and I kept panick-”
“Ced.” you interrupted him quietly, slowly opening your eyelids again and putting your index finger on his lips. “ Shh.” you shushed him and later grabbed his hand gently. “If I let you sleep here will you shut up. I am really trying to sleep here.”
A big smile stretched across his face and his eyes sprakeled as you pulled his hand and put it on the sheets around your waist. He slipped under the covers and wrapped his arms around you.
He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and breathed in your infamous parfume. “My glow.” he smiled and pulled you closer in his embrace. “Mine.”
A/N: I finally did a Cedric one. Wooo. And yes, I’m working on part 2 of Standing up and Sanje but I just felt like Cedric today so here’s this. I mean I don’t know who to pair the reader with. Maybe George, maybe Fred or maybe Cedric, I’ll leave that to you guys and if you want me to make part 2 of course I’ll write it (feedback pls). Requests are still open.
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have potential to turn a life around.” ~ Leo Buscaglia
Leo Buscaglia. His words kept repeating in your head as your eyes kept scanning the alluring horizon. The sun was already up, few grey clouds passing by while the birds kept flying further away and you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. Why would someone put their life at risk like that. People get badly injured at this kind of tournaments and you cannot handle losing him. He was your best friend, your other half and all you kept thinking about was the words of the famous American author Leo Buscaglia.
Thinking of the way he wrapps his arms around you to make you feel safe and warm, his smile that lights the whole room on the darkest of days, his kind word, which he never runs out of, or his listening ear available every single second. Honesty, you cherish him because of it and his smallest act of caring, which you noticed just now thinking about it.
“I can hear you.” he spoke quietly, watching you from the corner of his crystal grey eyes and his perpetual smirk, which you still loved to see.
In my opinion the death of Cedric Diggory was not recognized enough. Cedric was thoughtful and kind towards Harry and was going to let Harry win. He was not appreciated as a character enough throughout the book, and for that I am making this post to remember Cedric. Rest In Peace good buddy :’(
“Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard working, infinitely fair-minded and most importantly a fierce, fierce friend. Now I think therefore you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this, but not to do so I think would be an insult to his memory.”
Albus Dumbledore - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
A/N this is a fanfic I started a long time ago. If you guys want me to continue let me know!
1989
Every witch and wizard dreams of the day they go to Hogwarts. Wondering if they will live up to their parents legacy.
Charlotte Luciano sat alone on the train. The words of her father replayed in her mind, make me proud.
Everyone passed by her cart pointing. Lottie was almost as famous as Harry Potter himself. Her family was well known in the wizarding world. Her mother’s father, Newt Scamander had cause a huge scandal in America. While her father’s father was the owner of the largest book shop in diagon alley. When Lottie was two, her mothers best friend Lily and her husband James were killed by you-know-who. Lily was more of an mother to her than her own. She watched her everyday and every night. The night Lily was killed Lottie spent the night in Godric’s Hollow, but she couldn’t recall that night.
Lottie ran her fingers nervously through her dark hair. The tangles kept getting caught on her chubby little fingers. She frequently rubbed the scar on her left shoulder, to keep her nerves to a minimum. The red headed twins she met on the train stood beside her.
“Charlotte Luciano” the elder woman by the name of Professor McGonnagall called. She placed an old looking hat on Lottie’s head.
“Interesting. Luciano is it? Well, you don’t seem so. Different from those who came before. There are many places you belong. But, I can see were you should rome. Hufflepuff shall be your new home."
The young girl stood up in the now yellow lined robes. Lottie looked at the red headed twins as she exited the stage. They sent her a warm smile, but she knew they were just as disappointed as she was. Her face was sullen, she didn’t meet the legacy. All Luciano’s have been Gryffindors never Hufflepuffs. But, young Charlotte wasn’t like her family. She had never fit in with her thoughts or interests and now her house.
"Fred Weasley” Professor McGonagall the brunette held her breath maybe just maybe they would break the legacy too.
“Ugh. Another Weasley. I know exactly where you go. Gryffindor!” the old hat called.
George Weasley became a Gryffindor too. She was alone, the only friends she had made were now the bravest they wouldn’t have the time for a simple Hufflepuff. Dinner was lonely, Lottie could feel the eyes of her older brother, Marco searing into her skull.
The guilt washed over her. She wasn’t a Gryffindor. Her family would hate her.
The only friends she had made are the people she was suppose to be.
“I’m Cedric Diggory!” The boy across from her stuck out his hand across the table
“Charlotte Luciano. But you can call me Lottie.” She shook his hand and they gave each other a warm smile.
“I think we might be good friends Lottie.”
“I would love that Cedric.”
•
The feast seemed to go on forever, but it seemed much easier now that she had Cedric. Finally, they went back to the dormitories. Adelaide Jones was a beautiful dark skinned girl. She took all of the little first years to the dormitories. “Girls are to the right, Boys are to the left. Boys and girls are not permitted to be alone with the door closed. Boys are not allowed in the girls dormitories unless accompanied by a female. Your initials will be found on the door. Your belongings are already by your beds feel free to decorate your space as you please. If you have any questions don’t be afraid to approach Marius or I.” Marius Michael supported blonde hair and blue eyes. The seventh year was famous among the Hufflepuffs.
Charlotte and Cedric said their goodbyes before heading up to their rooms. She felt lonely without the three boys she began to call her friends. She couldn’t help but wonder if the twins would even look at her.
“Are you going to go in?” A soft voice asked. Lottie snapped out of her trance
“Sorry?”
“Are you going to go into our room?”
Lottie stared at the door, the feeling of sickness in the pit of her stomach returning.
“I get it, I’m nervous too. I’m Josephine Butler.”
“Charlotte Luciano”
“As in THE Charlotte Luciano?” Lottie scowled, she hated the attention that came with that name. “I’m so sorry did I offend you?” Lottie shook her head.
“Long story.” She replied “but right now sleep awaits.”
Thinking about the time when I was getting into Harry Potter I was also heavily into twilight, now If you’ve been following this little series I have you know the deal but, if not I’ll catch you up. I ages 8-12 when the twilight movies came out and watched all of them religiously, I was also a big fan of Harry Potter and I 100% believed that all of it was real. So when I watched goblet of fire for the first time I think I was about 9 (I don’t really remember) and I saw Cedric for the first time… I thought Edward and Cedric were twins I was then confused on why he wasn’t with his brother but then though “well Edward probably just a muggle then what a loser” after watching it and saw that Cedric died I then felt bad for Edward and told myself “this is probably why he’s miserable his brother died” I then packed the movie in my “just in case my dad came and got me” bag and made a mental note to give it to Edward so he could have some memories of his brother :) I would just tell him to not watch the last 30 minutes of it…
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