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ooc: this is part of an ongoing plot with
sayshisname,
rockinradishes
bigbadpadfoot
r_moony
amycus_carrow.
Cedric set the journal on the table in front of him.
Outwardly it looked like any other journal. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe all of the things Harry was thinking and feeling were coming from his own mind. But they just didn't sound like Harry.
He cracked open the leather bound journal and looked at the smooth, unwritten pages.
Telling himself he was just going to do a small experiment and see if writing in the journal made him feel any different, Cedric took quill in hand and touched the tip to the page.
He wrote the date and then...
Harry gave me this journal before the second event in the tri-wizard tournament. But I don't know that it's helped him any. I was so sure that getting rid of this would help him with the anger and guilt that he's feeling. But after his outburst I don't know that I'm doing him any good at all.
Cedric watched the ink sink into the page and then unfamiliar handwriting appear.
That's because you know deep down Harry's problems have nothing to do with this journal. You think the problem is that you haven't protected him enough. If you'd been doing your job no one would have been able to lure Harry out of the castle, and no one would have tried to force themselves on him. He's falling apart and you're only making it worse. He can't look at you, speak to you, without being repulsed. Don't you think you're being selfish trying to hold on to someone who is trying desperately to slip through your fingers?
Cedric stared at the page for a long while. He felt as though someone were sitting on his chest forcing the air out of his lungs. The quill was clutched between numb fingers.
Maybe I am pushing him too hard. But that doesn't mean he doesn't need me. Harry's not slipping away. He's being pulled in too many directions at once.
And none of those directions are towards you. As far as numbers go -- three isn't nearly as tidy as two. Aren't you a little concerned that since you're obviously incapable of protecting him and now he can't look at you that he'll be looking more towards the other side of your little trio? He has his godfathers, he has her. What does Harry Potter need you for?
And it went on. Cedric wrote in the journal until his hand cramped and his eyes swam. By the time he was finished Cedric didn't think he'd ever felt worse in his life. Sick, shaky, enraged, hurt, miserable...
He finally let go of the journal and pushed himself away from the table. In the split second he released the journal he knew he'd been right. There was something dark and evil inside of it and Cedric had to get rid of it before it tore him apart. And he didn't want to leave it where anyone else could find it either.
Wrapping it in an old blanket, Cedric hurried out of the common room for the nearest exit. He was going to break his own rule about not leaving the castle so he could bury the journal where no one would find it.
sayshisname,
rockinradishes
bigbadpadfoot
r_moony
amycus_carrow.
Cedric set the journal on the table in front of him.
Outwardly it looked like any other journal. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe all of the things Harry was thinking and feeling were coming from his own mind. But they just didn't sound like Harry.
He cracked open the leather bound journal and looked at the smooth, unwritten pages.
Telling himself he was just going to do a small experiment and see if writing in the journal made him feel any different, Cedric took quill in hand and touched the tip to the page.
He wrote the date and then...
Harry gave me this journal before the second event in the tri-wizard tournament. But I don't know that it's helped him any. I was so sure that getting rid of this would help him with the anger and guilt that he's feeling. But after his outburst I don't know that I'm doing him any good at all.
Cedric watched the ink sink into the page and then unfamiliar handwriting appear.
That's because you know deep down Harry's problems have nothing to do with this journal. You think the problem is that you haven't protected him enough. If you'd been doing your job no one would have been able to lure Harry out of the castle, and no one would have tried to force themselves on him. He's falling apart and you're only making it worse. He can't look at you, speak to you, without being repulsed. Don't you think you're being selfish trying to hold on to someone who is trying desperately to slip through your fingers?
Cedric stared at the page for a long while. He felt as though someone were sitting on his chest forcing the air out of his lungs. The quill was clutched between numb fingers.
Maybe I am pushing him too hard. But that doesn't mean he doesn't need me. Harry's not slipping away. He's being pulled in too many directions at once.
And none of those directions are towards you. As far as numbers go -- three isn't nearly as tidy as two. Aren't you a little concerned that since you're obviously incapable of protecting him and now he can't look at you that he'll be looking more towards the other side of your little trio? He has his godfathers, he has her. What does Harry Potter need you for?
And it went on. Cedric wrote in the journal until his hand cramped and his eyes swam. By the time he was finished Cedric didn't think he'd ever felt worse in his life. Sick, shaky, enraged, hurt, miserable...
He finally let go of the journal and pushed himself away from the table. In the split second he released the journal he knew he'd been right. There was something dark and evil inside of it and Cedric had to get rid of it before it tore him apart. And he didn't want to leave it where anyone else could find it either.
Wrapping it in an old blanket, Cedric hurried out of the common room for the nearest exit. He was going to break his own rule about not leaving the castle so he could bury the journal where no one would find it.