Chapter 10 / The Triwizard Tournament
Flitwick brought me to the side chamber off the Hall. The sounds of people having a late breakfast floated through the doors and my heart ached.
I stood on my own, a bit away from the families. A dark-haired woman and a man with a hooked nose stood in the corner, conversing in rapid Bulgarian. On the other side of the room, a beautiful blond woman was jabbering away to a little girl holding her hand. Mrs. Weasley and a boy with red hair stood in front of the fire-place. I assumed that the man and woman just inside the door were Cedric’s parents.
The first ones to come in were Cedric Diggory, the tall and extremely handsome Hufflepuff champion, and Fleur Delacour, the French champion of Beauxbatons, shortly followed by Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang champion and seeker for the Bulgarian National Quidditch team.
‘Where is Harry?’ Mrs. Weasley asked after a while, worry in her voice.
‘I saw him at breakfast,’ Cedric said, ‘I’ll go get him.’
‘He probably doesn’t expect anyone to be here,’ the red-haired boy said.
‘Harry, come on,’ Cedric stuck his head out of the door, ‘they’re waiting for you!’
Harry came in, looking utterly perplexed. His eyes scanned the room. He waved to Fleur’s little sister and grinned. That’s when he spotted Mrs. Weasley and her son.
‘Surprise!’ Mrs. Weasley said excitedly as he smiled broadly and walked over to them. She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. ‘Thought we’d come and watch you, Harry!’
‘You all right?’ said the boy, grinning at Harry and shaking his hand. ‘Charlie wanted to come, but he couldn’t get time off. He said you were incredible against the Horntail. Fancy giving us a tour, Harry?’
‘Yeah, okay,’ said Harry. That’s when his eyes found mine. The look on his face was priceless: a mixture of amazement, relief and incomprehension. He excused himself and came over. I smiled and reached out my hand, but he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug.
‘You look beautiful! I knew you would return, someday,’ he said, after releasing me. ‘Back at Hogwarts for good?’
I shook my head, ‘unfortunately not. But apparently Dumbledore thought I could use some wizarding company. Although the muggle-life isn’t all too bad.’
‘I still don’t understand why you can’t just come to school,’ Harry rolled his eyes, ‘it makes absolutely no sense.’
‘Yeah, whatever,’ I waved my hand and rolled my eyes. Apart from Luna, no one knew why I couldn’t come back to Hogwarts. It wasn’t like I wanted to tell them that my father was the most dangerous and evil wizard in the world, who tried to kill two of my friends and who probably wants to use me to get his body back, which was without a doubt the only reason why I was born.
‘Want to join us?’ Harry pointed towards Mrs. Weasley and her son. ‘We’re taking a tour through Hogwarts.’
‘If you don’t mind,’ I grinned, ‘I’d love to see the castle again.’
Harry introduced me to Mrs. Weasley, who still remembered that I helped save her daughter, even though I didn’t do anything at all, and she pulled me into a hug. Bill Weasley, the tall, thin, handsome, oldest brother, shook my hand. We made our way back toward the door into the Great Hall.
‘There you are, are you?’ Mr. Diggory said as he looked Harry up and down, ‘Bet you’re not feeling quite as full of yourself now Cedric’s caught you up on points, are you?’
‘What?’ said Harry.
‘Ignore him,’ said Cedric in a low voice to Harry, frowning after his father. ‘He’s been angry ever since Rita Skeeter’s article about the Triwizard Tournament — you know, when she made out you were the only Hogwarts champion.’
‘Didn’t bother to correct her, though, did he?’ said Amos Diggory, loudly enough for us to hear as we started to walk out of the door. ‘Still . . . you’ll show him, Ced. Beaten him once before, haven’t you?’
‘Anyone can deal with victory. Only the might can bear defeat. So, I’m guessing you’re not as mighty as you think, Mr. Diggory,’ I said to Cedric’s father. Mr. Diggory looked as though he was going to say something angry, but his wife laid a hand on his arm, and he merely shrugged and turned away.
‘Sorry about that,’ Cedric pulled his extremely handsome face in an apologizing manner.
‘Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry if I was a bit… extra,’ I smiled as I turned away, ‘I wish my parents were so loving and protecting as yours.’