Daughter To Father
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shattered_ficsTitle: Daughter to Father
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character(s): Cedric/Hermione
Summary: It's Cecilia Diggory's 16th birthday and she visits the grave of her father.
Warnings: None
Length: Short
Word Count: 1,434
Chapter #: (1/1)
WIP or Complete: Complete
Note: I got this idea off of Lindsay Lohan's song "Confessions Of A Broken Heart" it's depressing, and I don't like it that much but I'll still post it.
Important!!Also let's pretend that Hermione isn't 15 okay?
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cedric_fic, hp_fanfiction & all_pattinson
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me? -- "Confessions Of A Broken Heart"
Hermione Granger sat in the stands at the final task in the Tri Wizard Tournament. She rubbed her hand across her growing stomach; she was pregnant, about five and a half months along. The man she loved was in that maze, she smiled when she thought of him coming out rising the cup above his head and smiling at her in the crowd. She had only told him in March that she was pregnant he was happy, the happiest she had seen him since the beginning of the tournament. When they were both out of Hogwarts they were going to get married and raise their child together. She smiled happily.
Everyone started to cheer; they had returned she stood up trying to get a better look. She pushed people out of the way to see. Someone screamed and Hermione felt her legs go weak. Ron grabbed onto her arm as she saw him laying there dead.
Cecilia Diggory walked through the graveyard. It was a windy fall morning; the leaves blew across her white trainers as she slowly walked to the grave of her father. It was her sixteenth birthday, and her mother told her she should visit her father’s grave. Because “these were the times where a daughter needs to talk to her father, even if he doesn’t answer.”
She walked to the back of the graveyard to the Diggory family plot, where her father lays beside his grandparents. She kneeled down in front of his head stone; a picture of him was in the center and below the date of his birth and death read:
Cedric Amos Diggory
Loving Son and Devoted Friend
She placed a flower on his grave, as she sighed. She never really knew how to start off these talks. She’s been doing it since she was about 12 years old. Hermione had dropped her off at the graveyard, and she would sit and catch her father up on her life. Now that she actually thought about it, she didn’t know why she did it. It brought up everything she didn’t want to think about.
“Hello father,” Cecilia started slowly “as you may or may not know it’s my sixteenth birthday today. I start my sixth year at Hogwarts in a few weeks. Mom said I should come and talk to you. Every daughter needs to have conversations with her father, even if he doesn’t answer,” she laughed looking away from the grave.
“Mum misses you; I hear her crying at night, she told me once that you were taken away too early from her. That you two wanted to start a life together, you were ripped from her life. I’m not sure if she’s really forgiven Uncle Harry about that either. He told me that she’s never looked at him the same since that night. And I think it’s true, there are picture of him all over the house with her and Uncle Ron. She was smiling at him in all of them. Now, she doesn’t smile.
“Uncle Harry told me when I was younger, eight I think, that you were killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be Named. He said he blames himself, for telling you to take the cup the same time as him. That it was his fault you died in the prime of your life. Uncle Harry even said if you ever alive that you would be the best wizard in the wizarding world. Mum says the same.” She paused as the wind swirled the leaves around her, she was crying, but brushed away the tears.
“I had the top grades in my class last term. I even got the same amount of O.W.L.s that mom did when she was my age. Mom was proud you should’ve seen the tears in her eyes when I gave her the letter saying the O.W.L.s that I had received. Grandma and Grandpa Diggory were happy about them too. That’s when they brought out your O.W.L. letter. Two more and I would’ve gotten the same amount you did. Proud of me Dad?
“Hogwarts has changed so much since the end of the war, if you were around you wouldn’t even know that it was Hogwarts. For the first time in ten years the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has lasted more than a year. Since Dumbledore died Professor McGonagall is still the headmistress. And they are more aware of what the students are doing. I think Uncle Harry was able to figure out how to duplicate The Marauders Map.” She paused again, adjusting her self so she was sitting Indian style.
She tore up some grass near her shoes; she held it in her palm and watched it blow away with the wind. She smiled watching the grass blow away; she looked back at her father’s grave, unsure what to say now. There was so much she wanted to say. She looked away from his grave and started again.
“There is so much I want to ask you Dad, I just wish you could hear me. Mom doesn’t talk about you much anymore. I want to know as much about you as possible. I’m not like Grandma and Grandpa Granger, and Mum says I’m like you, but I don’t know how, she won’t tell me!” She paused looking back at his grave.
“Did you ever love me? How could you love me if you never knew me? Every day of my life I wish you were here just to see me once. All I want is to see more than a picture of you. It’s selfish to say but I wish you didn’t die, why didn’t you listen to Uncle Harry when he told you to run? Why?! The most important person in a daughter’s life is her father. Why did you have to be so brave?
“Mom caught me once wearing some of your old clothing. Grandma and Grandpa Diggory gave Mom some of your old stuff when I was younger; she kept it in her room for a while in the closet under some blankets. I put on your old uniform,” She laughed “Mom thought I brought home the wrong uniform. You should’ve seen her face when I said it was yours. She wasn’t angry nor was she happy. She seemed depressed.
“It’s selfish but I need you here, a hug a kiss is all I want. Why did you have to die, why did you have to enter that tournament? I hate you for entering that, I hate you for being so brave and leaving Mom. I know it’s not your fault, you didn’t know. You heard Uncle Harry’s warning but it was too late. You died in a flash of light. Uncle Harry says even sixteen years after your death he still has nightmares of that night. He hasn’t forgiven himself about it; he didn’t know Mom was pregnant he told me himself. He said if he did you’d still be alive right now. I’d have a father!” She cried standing up, she turned to walk away.
Wiping the tears from her eyes she turned back around and looked down at her father’s grave. “I love you Daddy,” With that she ran out of the graveyard.
“Mom I’m home!” Cecilia yelled out twenty minutes later.
“Hey sweetie,” Hermione said coming out of the kitchen kissing her daughter on the cheek. “Did you have a
nice talk with your father?”
“Yeah,” She blushed “I got a lot off of my chest.”
“That’s good,” Hermione smiled, blinking back tears. “Hurry up will you, we’re going to be late going to Uncle Ron’s house for your party. I’m sure you don’t want to miss that.”
“Nope,” Cecilia grinned “I’ll go get ready,”
She ran off to her room, and shut the door quietly behind her. She rushed to her closet. Flinging stuff out of her Hogwarts trunk she found it, the lone Hufflepuff tie buried under all her Gryffindor ties. She slipped it over her head and tightened it. Grandma Diggory gave this to her on her 11th birthday, she said that this was the way Cedric left his ties, in a knot and just lose enough to tighten.
She stood up and looked at herself in the long mirror on her closet door; she smiled as she looked at her self in her fathers tie. It still smelt like him, she smiled as she straightened it. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she grabbed a jean jacket from her closet. Buttoning it she ran back into the kitchen were her mother was waiting with the floo powder.
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character(s): Cedric/Hermione
Summary: It's Cecilia Diggory's 16th birthday and she visits the grave of her father.
Warnings: None
Length: Short
Word Count: 1,434
Chapter #: (1/1)
WIP or Complete: Complete
Note: I got this idea off of Lindsay Lohan's song "Confessions Of A Broken Heart" it's depressing, and I don't like it that much but I'll still post it.
Important!!Also let's pretend that Hermione isn't 15 okay?
x-posted to
cedric_fic, hp_fanfiction & all_pattinsonTell me the truth, did you ever love me? -- "Confessions Of A Broken Heart"
Hermione Granger sat in the stands at the final task in the Tri Wizard Tournament. She rubbed her hand across her growing stomach; she was pregnant, about five and a half months along. The man she loved was in that maze, she smiled when she thought of him coming out rising the cup above his head and smiling at her in the crowd. She had only told him in March that she was pregnant he was happy, the happiest she had seen him since the beginning of the tournament. When they were both out of Hogwarts they were going to get married and raise their child together. She smiled happily.
Everyone started to cheer; they had returned she stood up trying to get a better look. She pushed people out of the way to see. Someone screamed and Hermione felt her legs go weak. Ron grabbed onto her arm as she saw him laying there dead.
Cecilia Diggory walked through the graveyard. It was a windy fall morning; the leaves blew across her white trainers as she slowly walked to the grave of her father. It was her sixteenth birthday, and her mother told her she should visit her father’s grave. Because “these were the times where a daughter needs to talk to her father, even if he doesn’t answer.”
She walked to the back of the graveyard to the Diggory family plot, where her father lays beside his grandparents. She kneeled down in front of his head stone; a picture of him was in the center and below the date of his birth and death read:
Loving Son and Devoted Friend
She placed a flower on his grave, as she sighed. She never really knew how to start off these talks. She’s been doing it since she was about 12 years old. Hermione had dropped her off at the graveyard, and she would sit and catch her father up on her life. Now that she actually thought about it, she didn’t know why she did it. It brought up everything she didn’t want to think about.
“Hello father,” Cecilia started slowly “as you may or may not know it’s my sixteenth birthday today. I start my sixth year at Hogwarts in a few weeks. Mom said I should come and talk to you. Every daughter needs to have conversations with her father, even if he doesn’t answer,” she laughed looking away from the grave.
“Mum misses you; I hear her crying at night, she told me once that you were taken away too early from her. That you two wanted to start a life together, you were ripped from her life. I’m not sure if she’s really forgiven Uncle Harry about that either. He told me that she’s never looked at him the same since that night. And I think it’s true, there are picture of him all over the house with her and Uncle Ron. She was smiling at him in all of them. Now, she doesn’t smile.
“Uncle Harry told me when I was younger, eight I think, that you were killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be Named. He said he blames himself, for telling you to take the cup the same time as him. That it was his fault you died in the prime of your life. Uncle Harry even said if you ever alive that you would be the best wizard in the wizarding world. Mum says the same.” She paused as the wind swirled the leaves around her, she was crying, but brushed away the tears.
“I had the top grades in my class last term. I even got the same amount of O.W.L.s that mom did when she was my age. Mom was proud you should’ve seen the tears in her eyes when I gave her the letter saying the O.W.L.s that I had received. Grandma and Grandpa Diggory were happy about them too. That’s when they brought out your O.W.L. letter. Two more and I would’ve gotten the same amount you did. Proud of me Dad?
“Hogwarts has changed so much since the end of the war, if you were around you wouldn’t even know that it was Hogwarts. For the first time in ten years the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has lasted more than a year. Since Dumbledore died Professor McGonagall is still the headmistress. And they are more aware of what the students are doing. I think Uncle Harry was able to figure out how to duplicate The Marauders Map.” She paused again, adjusting her self so she was sitting Indian style.
She tore up some grass near her shoes; she held it in her palm and watched it blow away with the wind. She smiled watching the grass blow away; she looked back at her father’s grave, unsure what to say now. There was so much she wanted to say. She looked away from his grave and started again.
“There is so much I want to ask you Dad, I just wish you could hear me. Mom doesn’t talk about you much anymore. I want to know as much about you as possible. I’m not like Grandma and Grandpa Granger, and Mum says I’m like you, but I don’t know how, she won’t tell me!” She paused looking back at his grave.
“Did you ever love me? How could you love me if you never knew me? Every day of my life I wish you were here just to see me once. All I want is to see more than a picture of you. It’s selfish to say but I wish you didn’t die, why didn’t you listen to Uncle Harry when he told you to run? Why?! The most important person in a daughter’s life is her father. Why did you have to be so brave?
“Mom caught me once wearing some of your old clothing. Grandma and Grandpa Diggory gave Mom some of your old stuff when I was younger; she kept it in her room for a while in the closet under some blankets. I put on your old uniform,” She laughed “Mom thought I brought home the wrong uniform. You should’ve seen her face when I said it was yours. She wasn’t angry nor was she happy. She seemed depressed.
“It’s selfish but I need you here, a hug a kiss is all I want. Why did you have to die, why did you have to enter that tournament? I hate you for entering that, I hate you for being so brave and leaving Mom. I know it’s not your fault, you didn’t know. You heard Uncle Harry’s warning but it was too late. You died in a flash of light. Uncle Harry says even sixteen years after your death he still has nightmares of that night. He hasn’t forgiven himself about it; he didn’t know Mom was pregnant he told me himself. He said if he did you’d still be alive right now. I’d have a father!” She cried standing up, she turned to walk away.
Wiping the tears from her eyes she turned back around and looked down at her father’s grave. “I love you Daddy,” With that she ran out of the graveyard.
“Mom I’m home!” Cecilia yelled out twenty minutes later.
“Hey sweetie,” Hermione said coming out of the kitchen kissing her daughter on the cheek. “Did you have a
nice talk with your father?”
“Yeah,” She blushed “I got a lot off of my chest.”
“That’s good,” Hermione smiled, blinking back tears. “Hurry up will you, we’re going to be late going to Uncle Ron’s house for your party. I’m sure you don’t want to miss that.”
“Nope,” Cecilia grinned “I’ll go get ready,”
She ran off to her room, and shut the door quietly behind her. She rushed to her closet. Flinging stuff out of her Hogwarts trunk she found it, the lone Hufflepuff tie buried under all her Gryffindor ties. She slipped it over her head and tightened it. Grandma Diggory gave this to her on her 11th birthday, she said that this was the way Cedric left his ties, in a knot and just lose enough to tighten.
She stood up and looked at herself in the long mirror on her closet door; she smiled as she looked at her self in her fathers tie. It still smelt like him, she smiled as she straightened it. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she grabbed a jean jacket from her closet. Buttoning it she ran back into the kitchen were her mother was waiting with the floo powder.
