Cedric Diggory

The sky was grey as we reached the hill. Wrapped in Aunt Molly’s oversized jumper, I walked beside Ron and the twins. Being a Weasley at heart—even without the name—just felt right. Cedric Diggory approached, calm and smiling. Tall. Kind eyes. He held out his hand and my heart skipped. “I’m Cedric” He only looked away when his father started bragging. I had already lost my balance. And not because of the Portkey.