Before The Past

Ch. 25

I tried to focus on the people, but I couldn't seem to change what I was seeing. I could see potter being hung up again by the same statue of death as last time as well. 

He looked like he was screaming, but I couldn't hear anything. 

Another flash came across and I could see the people again. They all had pointy hats and masks on just like in the quidditch cup. They were death eaters. 

This was the rise of the Dark Lord, he was actually doing it. 

After a few more scenes of the area and then a final flash of the cup, I grew conscious of where I was once again. The ringing arose again, but slowly disappeared and I could hear a voice along with somebody shaking my shoulder. 

"Aroura, are you alright? What's the matter?" 

Everything became clear again, but all I could focus on were the grey eyes staring at me. It was Draco he was crouched down to my level, looking more concerned than I had ever seen him. 

My mind panicked as I realized what I had seen. 

Diggory was dead. 

Whether or not it would come true scared me. What was I supposed to say? To do? I couldn't run in and simply announce that Cedric Diggory is going to die in some grave yard that isn't even apart of the tournament. 

"Diggory, he- he- Draco, we have to do something. I-" 

"Slow down, what about Diggory." He asked. 

"He's going to- to" 

"To what?" 

I looked at him, realizing that he also knew about what was going to happen. 

"Our parents, are they there?" I asked. 

"Are they where- Aroura I don't know." He said, his voice going flat. 

I could see a hint of panic in his eyes and caution as he looked around to see if anyone was around. He sat down fully, getting closer to me. 

"He's going to die, Diggory. He's innocent, we can't just let them-" 

"How do you know that? He's not even supposed to be there. Only Potter." Draco said, sounding suspicious of me. 

"And that makes it okay? Neither one of them should be there Draco." I stated. 

He looked at me, still not knowing what to cover first. He seemed conflicted between how I know someone is going to die and the fact that I'm against what's going on. He took a large sigh and got close, looking directly at me. His cologne was strong as it consumed my sense of smell. 

"Do you really think I want this? Don't you think I've realized what will happen to me, to us if he comes back? I don't like it either, but either we stay quiet and go with what they say, or pay the consequences. You're choice Hawthorne." Draco spat. 

He stood up and looked down at me. He looked intimidating in his all black suit, towering above me with a stone cold face. 

I stared directly back at him though, getting up slowly to reach his level. Although he was a few inches taller than me, I still made sure to get as close as possible and not break eye contact. 

"Where's Riddle?" I demanded. 

Draco said nothing and simply pointed towards the entrance of the stands. 

I looked over to see Matteo leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and one leg over the other. His face was just as calm as Draco's, but his body was more relaxed. 

"So what is this about someone dying?" Matteo asked. 

He walked over to us, his hands now in his pockets as he stood with perfect posture. 

"I'd assume you already know. I'm surprised you're not actively there right now." I sneered. 

"Well now, let's not get too hasty." He smirked. 

"How do you know about what's going to happen?" Draco said, breaking the tension a bit. 

"It's none of your business, but we need to do something." I responded.

"It's too late, any minute and Potter will appear, bearing the great news." Matteo added. 

"Great news? What the hell is wrong with you? With this school? Is killing innocent kids just normalized here or something?" I scoffed, beginning to raise my voice. 

"I'd stop there before you say something stupid Miss Hawthorne." A grungy voice said from behind me. 

"Too late." Mumbled Draco. 

I turned around and saw Moody who looked rather irritated as well. 

"Oh great, what's next The Dark Lord himself will make an appearance?" I rolled my eyes. 

"Get her back to the stands, and make sure she doesn't say a word." Moody directed the two boys. 

Matteo nodded and Moody cast the silencio charm on me as he grabbed my arm and turned me around. I tried to wiggle free, but his grip was too strong. I looked back at Draco who said nothing, looking more afraid than anything. 

I went sill and gave up, not looking at anything except for what was directly in front of me. We sat down at the top of the stands, and soon after a blue flash appeared. After the initial flash, two bodies also appeared. It was Potter and Diggory. 

Potter got up, but Diggory stayed still, while everyone cheered for the two. The Triwizard Cup had flung onto the other side of the grass. Potter had looked at it for a moment and then at Diggory who was still laying still. He crawled over and placed his hand on Diggory's chest, almost looking as though he was checking for a pulse. 

After a few moments, the crowd realized something was wrong and got quiet. Diggory's father ran down to his son, crouching down, realizing that there was no longer life within him. 

He cradled Diggory and looked around. He looked up at Dumbledore who nodded, confirming that he was dead. 

He looked back down and began sobbing and yelling. He began making sounds and screaming like only someone who has lost something dear to them. It was heart wrenching to watch as I couldn't do anything. A father lost his son, and I knew it was going to happen. 

Frustration, sadness, fear, and any other emotion I've accumulated began to rise over me. Tears fell from my eyes, not being able to make a sound. I looked over at Potter who was looking directly up at me, tears in his eyes as well. He looked back down and then up at Dumbledore. 

"He's back. Voldemort's back." He yelled. 

The entire crowd gasped, not knowing what to think. 

I looked over at Matteo, who was looking straight at me. I couldn't read his face, but he almost seemed content with what had happened. He looked back and then leaned in to whisper something in my ear. 

"Soon you'll understand." He said to me in a low, condescending voice. 

I stared at him, fighting back my tears. I stood up, continuing to look at him as more rage filled my head. Whatever came over me was something that had never happened before, but I finally broke. My hand had suddenly made contact with Matteo's face, making a solid slapping noise as it did. He nearly fell over, but had the back of the seat to hold onto for balance. He placed his hand on the now red area and looked at me, simply smiling. 

He looked almost pleased with what I had done. As if my outrage had evoked some sort of positive reaction out of him. Regardless, it made me feel worse. To the point where I gave up and ran off. I ran off as far as I could, to anywhere that wouldn't have somebody to piss me off. 

Somewhere I hadn't mistakenly existed in yet.