My fic is set just after Cedric's burial ... Disclaimer: If I owed the characters of Harry Potter, I'd have to be J.K Rowling and very rich. Since I'm neither of those ... I guess I don't own them.



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Chapter 1: Magic he should Have Remembered



“The other boy… you are sure the other boy is dead?”“Yes my Lord. I-I am mo-most certain of it,”

“Yet, I felt something as if he were… alive.” The man said with great distain and hate. It was spoken in a slithered tone. Almost like a snake. “Only if his sole mate was alive. Re-remember m-my Lord? The true love…”



“WORMTAIL! How could you forget? How could I forget? How…”“My Lord… please.”“No! He was another witness if he could hear! You must kill him. He will also be a where of my return. GO! But leave Potter to me. You must kill the other boy.”



“It I-is an old form of magic, very few in re-recent years have been able to…”



“Yes… but,” The evil man said. “True love still exists. NOW GO!”



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Hermione watched over Cedric's grave, tears shining in her eyes. She had put off her feelings for the handsome Hufflepuff by dating Viktor Krum. This, of course, did not ease her feelings for Cedric.



"Cedric. I tried, I really did ... I can't hide them forever ..." she whispered.



‘Help me! Help me someone! Please….’It sound like someone was pleading. Where was the voice coming from?



“Help me! Please! Anybody! Please hear me! Someone…”



It sounded like Cedric. But he was dead. Dead, lifeless and underground.



“Cedric?” she asked.



She found Dumbledore and walked up to him.



“Um … Professor. I have something that I wish to tell you.” Hermione said



“What is it, Miss Granger?” Dumbledore asked the young teen.



“This may seem a little crazy and stupid. But Cedric Diggory is not dead.



“I do not think it’s crazy at all Miss Granger. It could be possible that Mr Diggory is buried alive.”



Dumbledore walked with Hermione back to Cedric’s grave. He performed a complicated spell to lift Cedric’s coffin from the ground. He opened it up, and indeed, Cedric was alive and breathing. Slowly. But he was breathing nonetheless.



“Mr Diggory, can you hear me?” Dumbledore asked.



Cedric tried to move and speak. But he couldn’t. He was paralyzed, blind and muted.



“Hermione, I can only hear, I can’t speak, move or see!”



Cedric was pleading to her. Looking into Cedric’s open, clouded-over grey eyes, she whispered to him



“It’ll be alright, I promise.”



“Miss Granger, wiat here with him, I’ll summon Madame Pomfrey.” Dumbledore said, and walked towards the castle.



Amos Diggory saw Hermione and Cedric and walked to them.



“Young lady, what on Earth are you doing with my son out of his grave, where he was laid to rest?” Amos demanded.



“Um … Please sir. Cedric’s alive, though the only thing he can do is hear things right now …” Hermione explained, terrified at the sudden outburst of Cedric’s dad.



Amos looked at Cedric. “And where’s Dumbledore?” he asked her.



“He’s gone to get the matron.” She told him, attempting to haul Cedric’s body gently out of the coffin, but he was too heavy for her.

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Dumbledore came back to them. "Ah, Amos. What brings you here?" he asked.

"I caught this girl getting my son out of his coffin, and then she announces he's not dead, Albus!" Amos cried, pointing a finger at Hermione.

"How is that possible for him to be alive when we all saw him, quite literally dead?" Hermione asked.

"Love, Miss Granger. An unconditional love not known by either you or Mr Diggory. Have you felt any love for him at all, Miss Granger?" he asked, looking at her throught his half moon spectacles.

Hermione nodded, blushing. "I tried to stop myself falling in love with him by dating Viktor. It didn't work ..." she trailed off.

"Because your heart is quite set on young Mr Diggory." he told her. He then turned to Amos. "What has Cedric been like?"

"Well, he never usd to pay attention to Cho, always looking at some other girl. I mean the pair said they loved each other but I doubt he really loved her. Like this young girl here, he could have been burying his true feelings." Amos said.

"Just what I thought." Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "Miss Granger have you spoken to your friends about your feelings?"

"No. Ron would go into a temper about it, and I don't know how to tell Harry. I get all nervous about it." Hermione admitted, looking into Cedric's grey eyes.

"Maybe you should tell Mr Potter, he might be able to help you." Dumbledore suggested.

Hermione nodded at went back to trying to get Cedric out of his coffin.

"Miss Granger put the boy down!" Madame Pomfrey scolded as she advanced towards them.

Hermione gently removed her hands away from Cedric. "I w-was just trying to help." she said.

"Is this true, that a mistaken death has occured? or are you playing tricks?" she asked as she clucked and henned around Hermione and Cedric, surveying the 14 year old with beady eyes.

"It is true, Poppy. It is Miss Granger who found out when Mr Diggory pleaded to her through using mind control to speak to her." Dumbledore said. "It seems that an old magic has occured and only Miss Granger can hear what he is saying."

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"Possible, possible." Madame Pomfrey said. She conjured up a stretcher from nowhere and lifted Cedric into it. "Hm. He is breathing. so he is alive. But only just. Let's get him up to the Hospital Wing."

"How?!" Amos demanded. "Before we buried him, he was very cold and blue in parts! How can he be alive now?!" He didn't understand what was going on. He was torn between believing Cedric is alive and not wanting his hopes to be risen.

Like I said, Amos. An unconditional, true love." Dumbledore said.


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Sorry! Aol will cut me off in 15 minutes! That's all I have with me, my note book is upstairs in my room. I'll post more tomorrow tho.

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Madame Pomfrey moved Cedric up to the Hospital wing, in the private chamber at the end of the ward.Amos Diggory and Dumbledore still trying to comprehend Cedric predicament.

“Can’t they give it a rest already?” Hermione heard. she could feel Cedric’s cocky smile. She smiled a miserable smile to herself. And walked through to the privet chamber.

“He’s awake.” she walked over to the bed side. His gray eves looked into her deep, brown chocolate ones. But they didn’t, they were unfocused. New tears fell down my face. “he’s blind!”

“And mute. He can’t speak.” Madam Pomfrey said from the corner. “And he’ll be lucky if he’ll ever be able to move again.”

Amos started crying for his son again. This was too much. It was too much. Hermione's hair fell around her and leaned against Cedric’s face.

‘Mione, get my father out, I can’t take this. I’m not deaf.” I sat there shocked. Cedric had only met her once, and he already was calling her ‘Mione.’ And he could hear everything.

“Um…” she stuttered, “Mr. Diggory, Cedric … um, he would like you to leave.” The man busted into an uproar.

“You have no right you brainless girl! How DARE you tell me that! You have no right! You stupid, stupid girl…”

“Out Amos,” This came from Dumbledore, his voice was thick and stern and left no room fro argument. The man left in a huff giving one last glare at me and slammed the door behind him. Cedric shifted under the covers, his eyes shutting tight and opening again. His blond hair was soaked with sweat from pain he was no doubt suffering.

“Are… are you Hermione Granger?” A woman with thick blond hair said from behind her. She was very beautiful. “I’m Cedric’s mother. And, I wanted to thank you for saving my son. I just arrived. My name is Grace.”

“Mum,”

“He’s glad to see you.” the woman shifted down and gave her son a hug she held him for along time. Cedric’s eyes shifted unfocused around, trying to find her, but knowing he never would.

“How will you take you’re pay?” She asked me when she left her son go.

“My… my what?” she asked in a quiet shaken voice.

“You’re pay. You’re the only one who can hear him, who can understand him. You… you. Oh, miss Granger I hate to do this to someone who has their whole life ahead of them.” She looked sadly at her son. “But… um, oh how do I say this?”

“I need you to be his guardian. His nurse, his life.”

“I’ll do it.” she said, with the utmost confidence.

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I agree with padfoot rox93.Amos is being really mean to hermione!And yes, I agree with you again.Blind and mute?!?!??!?!?Horrible!*goes to cry in a corner*I hope he gets better!!!!!!!!!!!If a girl from my school read this, she would cry for days!!!!!!!Please post soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!And I hope he gets better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 2: Taking care of him

“You’re really taking care of me? Why are you throwing your life away?” Hermione tucked her hair behind her ears and sat on the great white medical bed.
“Didn’t you hear Dumbledore? He said we had to figure this out by ourselves.” She paused to take a deep breath. “There has to be a reason why I can hear you.”

“You hardly know me…”

“I met you before the World Cup.”

“Before all this started?”

“Yes.” She took his hand. And gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Don’t…” Hermione took her hand away in an instant and placed it back timidly in her lap. She felt like a child again… a child taking care of her superior.

“I can’t hold you back.” Hermione tried so hard not to cry. He had dealt with so much… all of them had. She wanted to comfort him somehow. She was a kind, compassionate person, and to do nothing while Cedric just sat there tormented her.

“You’re so young, I mean you’re too young to be living like this. To be taking care of me all the time.”

“It’s something I am willing to do.”

“You mean it’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make…”

“That’s not what I said and you know it.”

“It’s what you meant. Mione, what about your education?”

“I multi-task well.”

“Social life?”

“Never had one…”

“Love?”

“Love?” Hermione paused and took another deep shuddering breath. She had never really thought about love. But she was almost fifteen, a time when most couples and relationship’s blossom, and the want to have someone ‘to have and to hold till death do you part,’ started to grow strong.

“I have to live my life for you now Cedric.” Hermione said after taking a deep gasp inward.

“Because I can’t take care of myself.” Hermione slammed her eyes shut. They had reached the topic of his disabilities. “Hermione, how long will I be like this, will I ever be able to see again, walk again?”

“I don’t know Cedric.”

“So… I guess I’m stuck like this?” She watched him as he turned to her, his eyes crossed and imprecise trying to picture her in front of him.

“For the time being yes. But… at least you’re alive.”

“I’d rather be dead.” Hermione instantly felt weak in her limbs and a hole appear in her stomach. The silence that followed was grisly and terrible. Cedric, with nothing to preoccupy his thoughts to take away his pain, was squirming, thrashing all over, his eyes squinted and shut tight, sweat beaded his brow and snaked through his thick blond curls.

“Cedric, stop.” Hermione said firmly. He did, only when Hermione reached out and grabbed his shoulders and forced him to stop. His body racked with pain and fatigue obliged. “I thought they said you could hardly move.”

“Unless I have a pain spasm.” He sounded far and distant, and his hurting was so eminent, Hermione could almost feel it in herself.

“If you are in this much pain and have so little energy how can you think things to me?”

“That doesn’t take much energy. I have no idea why. I feel as if my head was never touched by a curse.”

“Cedric… what you just did a few moments ago, it… it looked as if you very under the Cruciatus Curse.”

“I think I was. With death comes pain. Hermione, I was almost dead. I don’t know how I lived. I don’t really want to know why I lived.”

“What happens if for some really… bizarre and slightly random reason the curse hits you again?”

“Then I suffer through it.” His tone there was they way she had known him when he had been alive. It was strong and determined and a hair of cockiness was renowned. Hermione took the moment to really study him. He looked exactly the same, minus his imprecise eyes. His gray-green eyes were still bright, but he shut them in weariness and he looked at ease. His thick eyebrows and long eyelashes were still the same. His thick blond curly hair hadn’t changed, and Hermione just wanted to run her hands through it to know what it felt like. His cheeks still held the natural pink glow that looked as if he had been running. His red lips were parted slightly to breathe in air. His chiseled features were just and handsome, just as stunning.

“Beautiful.” Hermione had said it before she had even realized it. She smiled to herself though when she realized he had fallen into a content and peaceful slumber. He was finally asleep. The day was finally done.

Hermione lifted her wand and lit a roaring fire in the near by hearth. She dimmed the lights. Cedric was shivering from her not being beside him to keep him warm. She ran to a near by chair and grabbed another blanket and put it over his bandaged chest. She grabbed another blanket for herself, a pillow and placed it in front of the fire.

She fell asleep fast n the cold hard ground, and in her dreams were visions and swimming images of tournaments and mazes, evil and spells, darkness and light, a future, a past, and most of all:

Cedric Diggory.

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