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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Return
Chapter 2: Seeking
Chapter 3: Amnesty
Chapter 4: Support
Chapter 5: The Chosen One
Chapter 6: A Lack of Sympathy
Chapter 7: Crush
Chapter 8: Falling Out
Chapter 9: Trial
Chapter 10: A Knife in the Back
Chapter 11: Lives and Lies
Chapter 12: Loves and Truth
Chapter 13: Kiss
Chapter 1: Return
It was Cedric.
Alone again. Where was his ring of admirers from
the year before?
"It was all right." Her eyes seemed a bit haunted for
a moment, but it passed and she gave him another
shy smile before heading off to her table and the
three friends who were waiting and giggling
together. She shot him a last glance over her
shoulder and he tried waving at her, hoping he didn't
look like a complete git . . . although he rather feared
that he did given the amused grins on the twins'
faces when he joined his table.
That won low murmurs all around the Hall, and Harry
gritted his teeth. This Umbridge person was missing
no chance to highlight anything she considered a
fault of Dumbledore's.
"Excuse me."
CODES OF CONDUCT
for Hogwarts Students
Chapter 2: Seeking
Umbridge's first strike for her new regime came
against Hufflepuff, perhaps because she perceived it
to be the weakest house, or perhaps because it was
Cedric's house and Umbridge still held a grudge for
his role in the sacking of her old boss. She
understood the principle that it was better to attack
one's peers and be certain they knew one was the
cause of their suffering, than to attack one directly. It
played on both guilt and resentment.
And for the first time since he'd got back, Cedric did
not sit alone.
"Why is he faster?"
"I keep telling people that about the times I've fought
Voldemort. I got lucky."
"Of course it wasn't how you meant it! You were just
doing what, er, the other me told you to do.
Hufflepuff prides itself on being fair, too, and the way
they just assumed things was hardly fair to you."
Finch-Fletchley laughed.
You're vulgar.
Chapter 3: Amnesty
My Life as a Muggle:
one year in their hearts and homes
Daisy Hookum
"It was to sell books," she said. "It was just a stunt
my publicity agent suggested -- "
"Yes, my lord."
"Who?"
"Er, not exactly, but I've heard one about falling off a
bicycle."
"What's a bicycle?"
Signed:
Dear Harry,
Sincerely,
Kingsley Shacklebolt,
Auror
"I know, but I'm going to tell this Amelia Bones the
truth."
"All right."
"Thanks."
Chapter 4: Support
It was not, apparently, enough for Moody to work
with his dueling club in spells. That Thursday
evening saw them all down by the lake stretching
out then endurance running, counting shuttle sprints,
and doing pushups. Cedric -- who wasn't in bad
shape -- was winded. Ernie, Susan, Hannah, as
well as quite a few others (including, amusingly for
Cedric, Draco) were bright red in the face and
panting. "He's trying to kill us!" Draco complained.
"Really."
"Yes."
When the rest were gone, Harry licked his lips and
looked around, then said softly, "Listen, today's the
birthday of a friend of mine."
"I know, I just -- " Cedric cut off and Harry looked
over at him. "Thanks."
Dear Cedric,
Sincerely,
Sirius
Once that was taken care of, they flew laps around
the Pitch in the evening's dying light. Despite his
size, and despite the poor quality of his broom,
Cedric had talent. They were, Harry reflected, fairly
evenly matched for skill, and Harry enjoyed the
flying immensely. Ron loved Quidditch, to be sure,
but he didn't love to fly as purely as Harry did. That,
Cedric shared, and they raced all over -- high, low,
weaving in and out of stand pillars and goal hoops.
This was freedom.
The darkening sky put an end to their games and
they set down to head back up to the castle. "This
was the best birthday I've had in ages," Cedric said
as they hiked back up the path.
Her lips pursed. "I was told that two weeks ago, you
pitted a seventh year against a fifth year in front of
the entire classroom, then you yourself attacked the
seventh year. Hardly fair--"
"Cedric!"
"Then stop whinging, get back in the air and get your
head in the game! I picked you three because you
flew like you could read each other's bloody minds,
but for the past two practices, you've been utterly
shambolic!"
Cedric angled his broom and thrust his right arm out
into the centre of their little circle. The rest of the
team followed suit, more or less readily. When all
hands were stacked, Cedric called, "One -- two --
three -- BADGERS!"
The walk back was chilly as the sun had set, and
they were the last to return. Students not of age
were required to check in with Filch before dinner,
but seventh years had more freedom. Nonetheless,
Headmistress Umbridge herself was waiting for them
in the main entrance hall, chin raised. Seeing her,
they paused, but when she didn't immediately start
scolding, they shrugged and began to go their
separate ways. However displeased she might be,
technically they'd broken no rules.
"We left the beer at the pub," George said. "It would
leak out of pockets, you know."
"I didn't ask for lip from you, Mr. Weasley! I said turn
out your pockets!"
"They who?"
"Exactly."
Chapter 7: Crush
"Hold it?"
"I know. She even said that -- sort of. I still felt that
way."
"Cho."
"So you said -- and I told you, it's not all about talk.
You just . . . go out."
"And do what?"
Could he?
"I know."
"That's not fair," Cedric told her but she just gaped at
him.
"We knew you'd react like that," Scott said, rolling his
eyes. "And I did tutor him, you know."
"I did. And, ah, that's why I'm writing his essay."'
"Right," Ed agreed.
"Quite."
She snaked her arm through his companionably, her
face turned up to the aquamarine autumn sky
above. "Shall we compare notes?"
"Compare notes?"
"On boys."
"Pity."
Chapter 9: Trial
"Yes."
Harry had shaken his head. "I don't expect the world
to be fair."
"I didn't!"
"One third."
"I said that you appearing here was one option, not
that it was necessarily a good idea."
"Huh?"
"Right."
"Miss Bones!"
"What?"
"I know I'd have called her worse, me," Scott added.
"That woman is sadistic. It sounds like she was
looking for someone to hurt. Hannah didn't react by
screaming and crying, so she had to find another
victim."
"Yeah. And you're the one who helped get her boss
sacked," Scott pointed out, "so watch your arse
tomorrow night. Do whatever the bleedin' hell she
asks and don't make it worse on yourself."
"We're not?"
I will . . .
Justin just rolled his eyes and gave Zach the two-
fingered salute. "I prefer ladies to lads, thanks."
"Where's Peter?"
The room went dead silent. Cedric felt first hot, then
cold. A moment later, Scott and Ed found their
voices. "What?" Ed asked even as Scott laughed
and said, "Oh, bollocks! That's rubbish."
Cedric felt his whole body still again. He'd used the
word automatically. Funny, after his long battle to
grow used to it, he'd finally used it out-of-hand at a
time he really wished he hadn't, and he remembered
Moody's warning of Tuesday night. Once, anything
about homosexuality would have been the last topic
he'd have shot off his mouth about, but he'd been
learning things, struggling with things, and felt hot
and defensive with new knowledge.
"You're no fun."
Dear Harry,
Love, Sirius
--Remus
"No, not the Potions essay. I don't get how even half
of what Skeeter said could be true. I mean, look at
everything Dumbledore did later for Muggles. He
couldn't have disliked them so."
"Well, yes. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you
keep using derogatory language about people who
pursue alternate lifestyles."
Ron just rolled his eyes. Harry stayed out of it. He'd
tried getting in the middle on Monday but had given
up; he was too close to matters. Ron had turned out
to be less hostile than Harry might have thought,
given Cedric's fears about wizarding attitudes, but
he was far from accepting -- and stubborn about it.
"You're still assuming Dumbledore was queer,
Hermione. I mean, yeah, he never married, but
neither did McGonagall or Snape or Sprout or
Hagrid. You think they're all this . . . gay thing?"
"I was sick that day. Well, not really, but I heard
what the lesson was beforehand and skived."
"Well, yeah. I'd like to know what that was all about
back there with the boggart."
"I could hold off catching the Snitch next time -- let
you three run up the score."
Cedric shook his head and took her arm, walking her
through the gate quickly. "They're convinced we've
got a thing. Don't worry, I told them about Viktor;
they're being obnoxious."
"What?"
"Yes, professor."
Cedric ate hastily, then returned to his dormitory to
collect the photos and gauze before heading
upstairs again. He was there sitting on the floor
outside Moody's office, reading, when Moody
arrived. "I thought I said an hour?" Moody asked,
but more in surprise than heat.
"Yes, sir."
Cedric went fire red and dropped his head into his
hands, whilst Hermione snorted. "Obviously, you
might want to rethink that last remark."
"We did."
"Why not?"
"You're . . . you."
"Yes, and?"
"Yes."
"You're sure?"
"Yes."
"I have too, from Ron. And one even from Ginny."
"But you don't have to live this way. I may, but you
don't. You could find a nice girl . . . "
"I don't want a nice girl; I want a nice boy. I know
what it entails -- well, more or less. I may not be
happy about it, but that doesn't have anything to do
with you, and you're worth it, okay?"
"-- will be fine. The Death Eater who killed that little
girl is long gone."