Hogwarts - Friday / Fandom Beach - Friday Night
Something was wrong.
As Snape and Cedric approached the castle, it got colder. And colder. And colder. Snape's wand was out as soon as the castle came into sight. Soon after, Cedric pulled his own.
“It's...so cold,” he mutter between shivers. “Why's it so cold?”
Snape shushed him sharply. “Quiet.”
This time, Cedric listened. His breath puffed out in front of him, swirling around before evaporating into the air.
Something was wrong. Everything was wrong.
That's when they swooped.
Dementors.
Snape stepped in front of him, using his own body to shield Cedric's and shouting something Cedric couldn't quite make out.
Then, there was light, bright lights streaming from the end of Snape's wand. It seemed to hold the Dementor back, creating a bright barrier.
“Into the castle!” Snape yelled at him. “Into the castle now!”
Cedric didn't need to be told twice. He dodged out from behind Snape, wand held high and headed towards the front door of Hogwarts at a dead run. It was cold. His lungs were burning and the chill made his eyes tear up but he wasn't typing.
If there was one Dementor, there was bound to be more.
Cedric pushed open the castle door and stepped inside. It was still cold.
“Professor Dumbledore!” There wasn't an answer but Cedric didn't really expect one. If there were Dementors in the castle, then Dumbledore was surely right there, wand out, protecting his students, protecting his castle.
Cedric bounded down the hall, looking for any sign of student or teacher or anyone.
Instead, he ran into a Dementor. It was lurking just beyond a corner, waiting and Cedric had run right into him. It.
“No!” Cedric managed to say, holding his wand up at the giant black thing. His hand was shaking. The Dementor floated closer and it got colder.
The world around him dimmed, closed to just himself and the Dementor.
“Relashio!” It was the first spell that came to mind and his wand jumped, sending fiery sparks towards the Dementor.
There was no effect.
Cedric moved backwards, trying to stay out of the way, out of arm's length. It was so cold.
“Sectumsempra!”
Again, there was no effect and Cedric was running out of room.
The Dementor reached out, touched him-
-and Cedric's breath left him, sucked out quicker than he thought possible. There was blood, death, anger, sharp panic and it was blazing in his mind. He could see it, could see it all but he couldn't feel himself.
There was pain, but it was second nature, a mere annoyance compared to the images the Dementor's kiss was producing in his mind. It ripped and hurt and scarred and it made him scream.
And then it was gone. The images melted away, left their imprint but the pain, the hopelessness and despair was gone.
When Cedric opened his eyes, Dumbledore was standing over him.
“Cedric?”
Cedric coughed, tried to sit up but his arms felt like blocks of ice. Staying down was a much better choice. “I...”
“That was, indeed, a close call,” Dumbledore said.
Cedric looked over Dumbledore's shoulder for any sign of the Dementor. There was none.
“Dementors?”
“Tried to overrun the school,” Dumbledore said. “Most have been contained. You ran into one we hadn't gotten to yet.”
Cedric nodded, concentrated on the pain in his head. “My parents?”
At that, Dumbledore's face dropped. “I'm sorry about that, Mr. Diggory. I didn't think you'd believe me until you saw it yourself.”
He teared up them, not bothering to hide it. Not anymore. “Are they...gone?”
Dumbledore looked shocked for a moment and then his face broke into a warm smile. “Oh, no, Mr. Diggory. No, they aren't. Your father's doing important work for the Ministry. After you disappeared, they abandoned that home. They've been on the move since then.”
“They're...alive?”
“Very much so,” Dumbledore said. “I'm sorry you thought otherwise.”
He shook his head. They were alive. That was the important part “Can I see them?”
Dumbledore shook his head. “I don't know where they are now, I'm afraid. But, the next time they contact me, I'll tell them where you are. I'll tell them what happened. They'll be eager to hear from you. To hear about your new school.”
Cedric nodded. “I'm...going back?” It was said with relief and surprise, sadness and happiness. Cedric really didn't know what was going on inside him right now. There was too much, such an overload and he was just so tired.
“It's not safe for you right now.”
From behind him, Dumbledore pulled a tattered briefcase.
“Will it ever be safe again?” Cedric asked.
“Yes,” Dumbledore said firmly. “Of that, you have my absolute word.”
“Tell my parents I love them.” Cedric hovered his hand over the briefcase.
“I will,” Dumbledore said. “I most certainly will.”
Just before he touched the briefcase, Cedric said, “Thank you, Professor.”
“Be well, Mr. Diggory.”
Cedric nodded, touched the briefcase and felt an incredible pull on his body. The world around him flew away, coalescing into shapes and colors and things that had no meaning.
Before he knew it, there was sand underneath his back and a darkening sky above him.
Fandom. He was back.
[For one person in particular, plz. Hogwarts action NFB due to distance OOC welcome, of course.]
As Snape and Cedric approached the castle, it got colder. And colder. And colder. Snape's wand was out as soon as the castle came into sight. Soon after, Cedric pulled his own.
“It's...so cold,” he mutter between shivers. “Why's it so cold?”
Snape shushed him sharply. “Quiet.”
This time, Cedric listened. His breath puffed out in front of him, swirling around before evaporating into the air.
Something was wrong. Everything was wrong.
That's when they swooped.
Dementors.
Snape stepped in front of him, using his own body to shield Cedric's and shouting something Cedric couldn't quite make out.
Then, there was light, bright lights streaming from the end of Snape's wand. It seemed to hold the Dementor back, creating a bright barrier.
“Into the castle!” Snape yelled at him. “Into the castle now!”
Cedric didn't need to be told twice. He dodged out from behind Snape, wand held high and headed towards the front door of Hogwarts at a dead run. It was cold. His lungs were burning and the chill made his eyes tear up but he wasn't typing.
If there was one Dementor, there was bound to be more.
Cedric pushed open the castle door and stepped inside. It was still cold.
“Professor Dumbledore!” There wasn't an answer but Cedric didn't really expect one. If there were Dementors in the castle, then Dumbledore was surely right there, wand out, protecting his students, protecting his castle.
Cedric bounded down the hall, looking for any sign of student or teacher or anyone.
Instead, he ran into a Dementor. It was lurking just beyond a corner, waiting and Cedric had run right into him. It.
“No!” Cedric managed to say, holding his wand up at the giant black thing. His hand was shaking. The Dementor floated closer and it got colder.
The world around him dimmed, closed to just himself and the Dementor.
“Relashio!” It was the first spell that came to mind and his wand jumped, sending fiery sparks towards the Dementor.
There was no effect.
Cedric moved backwards, trying to stay out of the way, out of arm's length. It was so cold.
“Sectumsempra!”
Again, there was no effect and Cedric was running out of room.
The Dementor reached out, touched him-
-and Cedric's breath left him, sucked out quicker than he thought possible. There was blood, death, anger, sharp panic and it was blazing in his mind. He could see it, could see it all but he couldn't feel himself.
There was pain, but it was second nature, a mere annoyance compared to the images the Dementor's kiss was producing in his mind. It ripped and hurt and scarred and it made him scream.
And then it was gone. The images melted away, left their imprint but the pain, the hopelessness and despair was gone.
When Cedric opened his eyes, Dumbledore was standing over him.
“Cedric?”
Cedric coughed, tried to sit up but his arms felt like blocks of ice. Staying down was a much better choice. “I...”
“That was, indeed, a close call,” Dumbledore said.
Cedric looked over Dumbledore's shoulder for any sign of the Dementor. There was none.
“Dementors?”
“Tried to overrun the school,” Dumbledore said. “Most have been contained. You ran into one we hadn't gotten to yet.”
Cedric nodded, concentrated on the pain in his head. “My parents?”
At that, Dumbledore's face dropped. “I'm sorry about that, Mr. Diggory. I didn't think you'd believe me until you saw it yourself.”
He teared up them, not bothering to hide it. Not anymore. “Are they...gone?”
Dumbledore looked shocked for a moment and then his face broke into a warm smile. “Oh, no, Mr. Diggory. No, they aren't. Your father's doing important work for the Ministry. After you disappeared, they abandoned that home. They've been on the move since then.”
“They're...alive?”
“Very much so,” Dumbledore said. “I'm sorry you thought otherwise.”
He shook his head. They were alive. That was the important part “Can I see them?”
Dumbledore shook his head. “I don't know where they are now, I'm afraid. But, the next time they contact me, I'll tell them where you are. I'll tell them what happened. They'll be eager to hear from you. To hear about your new school.”
Cedric nodded. “I'm...going back?” It was said with relief and surprise, sadness and happiness. Cedric really didn't know what was going on inside him right now. There was too much, such an overload and he was just so tired.
“It's not safe for you right now.”
From behind him, Dumbledore pulled a tattered briefcase.
“Will it ever be safe again?” Cedric asked.
“Yes,” Dumbledore said firmly. “Of that, you have my absolute word.”
“Tell my parents I love them.” Cedric hovered his hand over the briefcase.
“I will,” Dumbledore said. “I most certainly will.”
Just before he touched the briefcase, Cedric said, “Thank you, Professor.”
“Be well, Mr. Diggory.”
Cedric nodded, touched the briefcase and felt an incredible pull on his body. The world around him flew away, coalescing into shapes and colors and things that had no meaning.
Before he knew it, there was sand underneath his back and a darkening sky above him.
Fandom. He was back.
[For one person in particular, plz. Hogwarts action NFB due to distance OOC welcome, of course.]