5 Uncommon Books Harry Potter Fans Will Love

Once you’ve finished the Harry Potter series, you feel the desperate need to read it again. And again. And again. And then you read The Cursed Child. And then the Hogwarts Library. And then the Fantastic Beasts screenplays. Eventually you will run out of good Harry Potter related reading material.

But that does not mean you have to stop there. I know the desperate need to find a new world to join and love just as much as the Wizarding World.

Of course, you can read Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia just like everyone else. But there are some lesser known books that anyone who enjoys Harry Potter will find solace in just as much.


Nevermoor by Jessica Townsend is easily my third favorite book of all time. Just like the separation of the Wizard and Muggle worlds, the world of Nevermoor is split.

Morrigan Crow, like Harry Potter, is an normal child save for one thing. She is doomed to die on her eleventh birthday. And, like Harry, a mysterious stranger comes to her aid, Jupiter North. Jupiter takes Morrigan away from the dull and corrupt Wintersea Rublic to the wonderfully crazy Free State city of Nevermoor.

However, she has her own Voldemort pursuing her, the Wundersmith. Nevermoor has two books that succeed it and Townsend is still working on the series, so there is lots to look forward to.

The Night Circus

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern is more of a mature read than Harry Potter but I still believe Wizarding World lovers will enjoy it.

Just like Rowling’s unique take on magic, Morgenstern has taken it to the next level. Magic exists, yes, but magicians hide amongst ordinary people. The magicians parade their gifts as mere conjuring tricks but do not need smoke and mirrors to create illusion. Two young people, Celia and Marco, youths with the gift of sorcery, have been bound together from a young age by their guardians. This bond has them playing their lives like a chess match, seeing who can outshine the other in a contest of magical prowess.

The Night Circus is the board and they are the players…or are they the pawns?

The Grishaverse

Just as Rowling crafted her own world, large as life, Leigh Bardugo’s Grishaverse is as real as Hogwarts.

Magic and normalcy are collided in the same steampunk/fantasy land. Grisha are men and women who can harness the power of elements. While they live amongst normal people they are often either praised or punished for their magic. Many Grisha hide their abilities and some do not even know the power is theirs. Three series and have been written in the Grishaverse so far, Shadow and BoneSix of Crows, and King of Scars.

I read Six of Crows before Shadow and Bone by accident, but I would advise reading the series in order, even if the former is so much better.

The Inquisitior’s Tale

The Inquisitor’s Tale or Three Magical Children and Their Holy Dog by Adam Gidwitz is by far the most hilarious book on this list.

Set in the Middle Ages, Jeanne, Jacob, and William are the Medieval equivalent of the Golden Trio…plus a dog. Tales and folklore of magic are told and celebrated but when these three children are revealed to have miraculous abilities they are persecuted and rejected. Even threatened with burning at the stake! The story is told by a group of travelers at an inn; a Brewster, a nun, a librarian, the innkeeper, a jongleur, a chronicler, a king’s companion, a troubadour, and, of course, the Inquisitor.

The tale is original and the format unique, Potterheads of any age will love it.

The Night Gardener

Magic is not always good, as Voldemort and his Death Eaters have demonstrated. This rings true in Jonathan Axiur’s The Night Gardener.

Molly and her lame brother, Kip, are orphans and have gone to work for the Windsor’s. The Windsor’s live in a crumbling and bleak mansion in an island of woods and the family all have the same gaunt pale skin and dead black hair and eyes. But the most peculiar and ominous omen is the twisting tree that is apart of the house. Molly and Kip soon begin hearing noises in the night…loud footfalls and rustling leaves. What will the children do when the dark magic begins to overtake them as their hair and eyes darken, just like the grim Windsor’s?

What secrets are hidden in the mansion and, more importantly, the great tree that grows darker every day?

Reading these books will put you in the same magical trance that Harry Potter did, and most likely still does. Yes, they don’t have Harry, Ron, and Hermione in them but this is the opportunity to fall for new characters. I promise these books will not disappoint if you give them a chance!

The Gift of Family In Harry Potter

“I-don’t-want-“ said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the jumper over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

“And you’re not sitting with the prefects today, either,” said George, “Christmas is a time for family.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

I love the holiday season. Not only are the aesthetics and tastes of the season wonderful, but the spirit I feel during this time of the year is so uplifting. 

Family and gathering are a big icon of the holiday. And seeing as it’s the most wonderful time of the year, I might share a bit of how important family is through one of my favorite mediums…Harry Potter.

From the Weasley’s to the Dursley’s to the Potter’s, families of all shapes and sizes appear in J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series. Family is an important aspect of the Wizarding World and I would like to take the time to delve into why. 

Harry Potter’s own family are gone. His mother and father died protecting him from Lord Voldemort. Just from this one example, so much context becomes available.

I feel like every reader will look at the Potter’s example of family and see the obvious – parents giving their life so that their son may live. But let me take the liberty of pointing out the maybe not-so-obvious; Voldemort’s lack of understanding of that love.

Think for a moment. Dumbledore knew exactly what Lily Potter’s sacrifice meant. He explains it all to Harry in the Philosopher’s Stone

“Your mother died to save you. If there’s one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mothers for you leaves it’s own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who left us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

Dumbledore knows this because he understands the magic of love and family.

Common wizards don’t know of this kind of magic. And that makes sense. But Dumbledore isn’t ordinary. He’s a great wizard. But Voldemort is a great wizard too. Dumbledore and Voldemort are two sides of the same coin, I often think. They are alike yet so very different.

Voldemort, who does not respect nor care for these values, dared to kill Lily and James. If he had any brains at all, he would have known that if he wanted to kill Harry, he couldn’t kill his parents. It’s that simple. If he had any knowledge of the magic of love, he would not risk such strong protection being transferred to his target.

But Voldemort is unable to recognize this. He does not know or understand what a family is and the love it can hold. He killed his own father and grandparents and tore apart countless families.

He corrupted himself into blindness. 

Is this a metaphor for what so many people are doing every day? So many of us humans disregard family, friends, love, and ethics, slowly at first and then steadily on, until we know longer recognize what these aspects of life truly mean. 

A large portion of this holiday spirit and season is meant to be shared with family. It’s one of the joys of Thanksgiving, Chanukah, and Christmas. However, I know a lot of people don’t feel this way. Many begrudgingly go to family Christmases and sit far away from their annoying relations as possible and stare at their phone in a shadowy corner. 

A simple act like, say, not wanting to wear your Mum’s Christmas sweater could mean so much more. 

Percy Weasley knew all the comforts of home. He had many brother’s and sisters, and a Mum and Dad who cared for him. But he became accustomed to these things. He lost sight of why they were important. 

Before I get into this, there are two examples from the Goblet of Fire I’d like to quote. Remember, at this time, Bill and Charlie are home for the Quidditch World Cup and don’t come home often. Percy no longer sees Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny every day at Hogwarts either. It is a rare thing for the whole family to be home together at once.

Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing hourn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression.

“Hi, Percy,” said Harry. 

“Oh hello, Harry,” said Percy. “ I was wondering who wad making all that noise. I’m trying to work in here, you know-I’ve got a report to finish for the office-and it’s rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs.”

“We’re not thundering, said Ron irritably. “We’re walking. Sorry if we disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic.”

“What are you working on?” said Harry.

“A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation,” said Percy smugly. “We’re trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin-leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year-“

The second example comes a few pages later;

Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the others out of air. Fred and George cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge apparently torn between amusement and anxiety.

Bills table caught Charlie’s with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percy‘s head poking out of window on the second floor.

“Will you keep it down?!” he bellowed.

“Sorry, Percy,” said Bill, grinning. “How’re the cauldron bottoms coming on?”

“Very badly,” said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut.

Percy had a disregard for family right from the start. It wasn’t so obvious in the Philosopher’s Stone and the Chamber of Secrets but it is there. And it gets steadily worse as time advances. 

The biggest red flag that a lot of people don’t recognize is in the Goblet of Fire. When Percy comes of age, he gets a job at the Ministry of Magic. Then he slowly starts disobeying his father and mother, spends time locked in his room, and comes home late. Ron puts it this way;

“I don’t think he’d come home if Dad didn’t make him.”

I’ve seen first hand how estrangement works and J.K. Rowling’s representation of it is uncanny. It makes me wonder if she hasn’t experienced it too. 

Percy has turned of age and things appear to be alright to his parents. To Molly and Arthur, he is just ambitious and has big plans for his future. That may even be what Percy thinks too. But in reality he is just a child wanting to do what he wants, when he wants to, and doesn’t want any parental guidance, control, or authority. He uses the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Crouch, and his job as an excuse to exercise his new of-age privileges. 

And then, in the next book, he is estranged. He breaks his parents trust, wanting to go his own way, and wastes years. Years that he will regret.

Percy eventually reconciled with his family, hours before his brother is murdered. Percy threw away time pursuing things that were unimportant and self indulgent, when he could have spent a little more time with his brother, Fred.

I wonder how many times after the Battle of Hogwarts that Percy cried over the time he lost with his brother? I can imagine his thoughts;

If only I came home from work a little earlier to eat dinner with him and the family.

If only I hadn’t shamed him and his practical jokes.

If only I had played Exploding Snap with him when he asked me that one time.

If only I hadn’t left him behind and come back too late.

Percy made a choice and he payed the price.

I know it seems like a bit of a jump from murderous Lord Voldemort to nerdy Percy Weasley but then again…it wasn’t that big a jump after all. If a thing like disrespecting family and misunderstanding love can take one person from being a Percy to being a Voldemort…why risk it?

Thus, we ask again, why is family so important? Because family in Harry Potter is often used synonymously with love. Love is the main theme in Harry Potter and Rowling repetitively uses family as a motif to demonstrate this theme.

And I understand it can be hard to love your family sometimes. We’re only human. Or maybe you’re not a Percy. Maybe you’re a Fred. Maybe you’re on the receiving end of of hate and disappointment. I cannot give any comfort or answer to such dilemmas than this;

Life is a story. Love is an adventure. Family is a home. To have all three at once is a gift. The greatest gift. A truly precious and fragile gift. Don’t waste what you have, what you’ve been given. See the value in the simple things. They may seem small but they’re not. Nothing simple is ever small. Life isn’t small, love isn’t small, and family isn’t small.

Care for these gifts and they will care for you in return.

The Surprising Truth About Harry Potter Part Two

There are two wolves. A black wolf and a white wolf. Which one wins?

This simple phrase was drilled into me by my mother before I ever read Harry Potter. But the series demonstrates the philosophical analogy better than any novel I have ever read.

Before diving into this, if you have not read the first post in “The Surprising Truth About Harry Potter” series, I suggest you go back real quick and take a look at the first installment.

Good and evil are classic elements to good stories. As they should be. They are real and ever present in life outside of a book, so the concepts are instantly relatable.

Harry Potter is a good guy, side by side with Luke Skywalker and Samwise- oh, I mean, er, Frodo Baggins. Voldemort is a bad guy, in the same lineup as the Emperor and Sauroman.

These characters are always against each other. Books upon books are dedicated to the ultimate fights between good and evil. More often than not, good wins in the end.

But why?

2019 Leaky Con with (from left to right) Heather Mac, Russel W. Dalton, and Scarlett Mc.

I had the pleasure to attend the 2019 Leaky Con in Dallas, Texas. There, I went to a seminar titled “Horcruxes Not Hallows” by Russel W. Dalton, professor of religious education at the Brite Divinity School. I was able to listen to his views on why Harry triumphed over Voldemort in the end.

It was slightly more complicated than “good beats evil” and “love always wins”, although those words are valid. No, there is a real, logical, explanation.

I believe I am safe to say Remus Lupin fans (shout out to my fellow Lupin lovers!) had a real emotional roller coaster ride reading the end of Half Blood Prince and the beginning of Deathly Hallows. Remus is thoroughly depressed in these sections and makes all the wrong choices. I have never EVER been more disappointed in Lupin and more proud of Harry than when after Harry used Expelliarmus against Stan Shunpike;

“Harry, the time for disarming is past! These people are trying to capture and kill you! At least Stun if you aren’t prepared to kill!

“We were hundreds of feet up! Stan’s not himself and if I Stunned him, he’d have died the same as if I use Avada Kedavra! Expelliarmus saved me from Voldemort two years ago,” Harry added defiantly. Lupin was reminding him of the sneering Hufflepuff Zacharias Smith, who jeered at Harry for wanting to teach Dumbledore‘s Army how to disarm.

“Yes, Harry,” said Lupin with painful restraint, “and a great number of Death Eaters witnessed that happening. Forgive me, but it was a very unusual move then under eminent threat of death. Repeating it tonight in front of Death Eaters who either witnessed or heard about the first occasion was close to suicidal!”

“So you think I should’ve killed Stan Shunpike?” Said Harry angrily.

Of course not,” said Lupin, “but the Death Eaters-frankly most people-would’ve expected you to attack back! Expelliarmus is a useful spell, Harry, but the Death Eaters seem to think it is your signature move and I urge you not to let it become so!”

Lupin was making Harry feel idiotic, and yet there was still a grain of defiance inside him.“I won’t blast people out of my way just because they’re there,” said Harry. “That’s Voldemort’s job.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Remus’ views have never been more askew than they are now and Harry’s have never been more on point.
Notice how Remus repeatedly uses the words Death Eaters. Death Eaters,Death Eaters, Death Eaters. That’s all he seems to care about. But Harry doesn’t refer to them once, he specifically says Stan Shunpike.

Harry is constantly seeing people as they are (save for Severus Snape, but he doesn’t put on the best persona now does he?) He sees Remus not as a bloodthirsty werewolf, but as his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Thus, he sees Stan not as a threat but as the Knight Bus conductor under the Imperious Curse.

Remus believes that the most important thing is survival. Harry believes that the most important thing is mercy.

In the “Horcruxes Not Hallows” seminar, Dalton brings up the motives of Harry and Voldemort. I admit to being confused. What did he mean what were their motives? Harry needed to get the Horcruxes while Voldemort sought after the Hallows.

But Dalton went on to reveal something I had never thought of before.

Why didn’t Harry go after the Hallows, same as Voldemort? If Harry had beat Voldemort to them, he could have easily defeated Voldemort and the Death Eaters with the Invisibility Cloak, Resurrection Stone, and Elder Wand. Dumbledore had even given him everything he needed to find them (Tales of Beedle the Bard and the golden Snitch) and Harry already had one! With all three, Harry would be unstoppable.
Or, Voldemort could have gone after the Horcruxes himself, keeping them safe from threat. He kept Nagini with him at all times, but that was as a last resort to keep himself alive once he learn that the Golden Trio were destroying the pieces of his soul he had hidden.

By retrieving the Horcruxes, Harry was securing that Voldemort could be defeated, yet in the final battle, Harry gives, not Voldemort, but Tom Riddle a chance of redemption until the very end.

“But before you try to kill me, I advise you to think about what you’ve done… think and try for some remorse, Riddle…”

“What is this?” Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this. Harry saw his pupils contract to thin slits, saw skin around his eyes whiten.

“It’s your last chance,” said Harry, “it’s all you’ve got left…I’ve seen what you’ll be otherwise…be a man…try…try for some remorse…”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Media nowadays does not think twice before allowing the hero to kill the bad guy. David Yates, the director of the movie adaptation of the Deathly Hallows, talked about how the movies portrayed the last battle.

So, I always wanted to get it out of the Great Hall, away from an audience, so the sequence became much more about a boy facing down this nemesis, this demon that had haunted him right throughout his childhood. This is the figure that had killed his parents. 

David Yates

Really, Yates? Is that really what it is about? Because last time I checked, Harry only sought after revenge once, when he heard falsehoods that Sirius Black had betrayed his mother and father. And when given the chance to kill Sirius…he didn’t.

This is because Harry has never wanted revenge. Slytherins want revenge, not Gryffindors. Gryffindors want justice not revenge.

Justice is not judgement. Judgement results in Voldemort killing Harry’s parents and would have resulted in Harry killing Voldemort if Harry believed in human’s ability to judge others.

Human anger does not produce righteousness. Anyone who listens to the world’s ideas on morals is deceived. Justice comes from a power higher than our own. I believe Harry knows that.

And Harry offered justice to Tom in their last stance. If Voldemort had seen the error of his ways, he would have been sparred. Harry gave him opportunity until the last spell.

Going back to the Harry and Remus’ row, Remus says that Disarming should not be Harry’s go to move. And yet, fans like us know that Expelliarmus is Harry’s signature spell.

By using Expelliarmus, Harry gave Voldemort the chance to use any other spell than Avada Kadavra. If Voldemort had not used the killing curse, he would not have perished. His curse rebounded upon him. He could have saved himself.

But he didn’t.

Harry Potter isn’t purely about good vs evil. It is about the choices each side makes. About how Harry had mercy until the very end.

We live in a world of retaliation. When someone wrongs another, it becomes perfectly acceptable to seek revenge. Everyday there is more evidence of the battle of humans. Not good vs evil, as it should be, but hate vs hate, discontentment vs discontentment. No problem had ever been solved in such a way.
While other characters like Remus and even Molly Weasley fall into this very human way of acting, Harry does not.

While the hearts may be true, it is the actions we take that determine who we are.

There are two wolves. A white wolf and a black wolf. Which one wins?

Whichever one you feed.

Hufflepuffs and Their Outstanding Moral Fiber

We all love Hufflepuffs. They are kind and sweet and smell like cinnamon rolls. They prize fairness above all else. I feel like people stereotype Hufflepuffs as innocent lemon drops who are too shy to speak a single word or stand up for something. On the contrary, they are just as outspoken as Gryffindors. They have a sense of justice that cannot be snuffed out. They will go to the ends of the Earth to make things fair. In light of this, a Hufflepuff will often spend their time like this…

The Hufflepuff Quidditch team was up early on Saturday and sitting in their common room. Though they usually rose early on the day of a match, this time they weren’t up by choice. The thunder and lightning was loud and bright enough to keep anyone up. And with the game day nerves running high in the majority of the team, insomnia was inevitable.

“It’s going down heavy out there, Ced,” Gabriel, one of the Beaters, directed uncertainly to their team’s captain and Seeker, Cedric Diggory. “Doesn’t look good.”

Cedric turned to look at Gabriel and gave him a reassuring smile. “And it will continue to be ominous if you keep staring at it. Come on, Gabe, away from the window.”

Gabriel bit his lip and tore his eyes from the storm. Cedric watched as his friend and teammate paced and sighed. Quidditch really was only a game and not worth stressing over. He had known Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Captain, since his first year and…Cedric hated to be the judge of anyone else’s character but Quidditch mania seemed to have taken a toll on Wood.

Don’t get him wrong, Cedric loved Quidditch as much as the next wizard, but there were more important things. What he was worried about was the safety of two teams, playing in this storm.

“Do you think Hooch would allow Water Repelling charms on the Quidditch robes?” He wondered out loud. “I don’t want any of the players catching cold…”

Diana, the Keeper, shrugged. “…well, maybe if Potter caught a cold…” she smiled guiltily.

The other Beater, Margaret, laughed but ended up yawning halfway through when she caught sight of Cedric’s disapproving look. Then she said anyway, “We don’t need to worry about Potter or the Chaser girls. They’re skinny enough that the wind will knock them right off their brooms.”

And fall fifty feet, Cedric thought. That was exactly what was worrying him.

“It’s Wood we’ve got to worry about,” Gabriel said, his brow creased. “He’s determined that Gryffindor will win the cup this year. What if he plays dirty?”

“He won’t,” Cedric said confidence clear in his voice. “Wood plays fair no matter what, as do the rest of his team. So long as we return the courtesy, we need not worry.”

Gabriel shook his head, “Wish I shared your confidence.”

“‘Worrying means you suffer twice,’” Cedric quoted.

The Hufflepuffs started at him with adoration.

“Wow, Diggory,” Diana said in awe. “Did you make that up yourself?”

“No, it’s a quote from…oh, never mind.”

As Cedric, and no doubt everyone in the castle, had easily predicted, the storm did not let up. And Madame Hootch did not call of the match as she never did.

“Wish Malfoy’s arm wasn’t broken,” Gabriel shouted as the team trudged through the puddles and mud to get to the stadium. “Than Slytherin would be playing.”

“Malfoy’s arm isn’t broken!” Margaret shouted. “Everyone knows he is faking it.”

“What?” Shouted Gabriel, unable you hear her over the roaring thunder.

“Either way,” called Cedric. “We’re playing this game and we are going to do our best. Gryffindor hasn’t lost a match in two years, we can break that streak if we try hard enough.”

The team cheered Cedric’s words and followed his up the path. Soon they were close enough to see the hazy outline of three goal hoops on one side of the stadium.

“Inside!” Cedric said, gesturing them towards the changing rooms. He waited until each of his team was inside before going in himself.

Having changed into the dry yellow and grey robes, it took only one step outside for the clothes to be soaked by the rain. He held out an arm, stopping his team before they too stepped outside. Wood and his players weren’t out yet and Cedric didn’t want his players wet until it was absolutely necessary.

By holding up a hand to shield his eyes and squinting, he saw Wood’s figure emerge, walking out to the stadium, broom in hand. Cedric grappled his own Comet and motioned for the Hufflepuffs to follow.

They did so readily.

Cedric shook Wood’s hand with confidence and said, “Good luck,” but he didn’t think Wood heard him.
Mounting their brooms, Madame Hooch’s shrill whistle beginning the match could just barely be heard over the crack of thunder that had started.

Kicking off the muddy ground, the match had begun.

Having been too concentrated on his team’s wellbeing, he had forgotten to think about how he would see the Snitch in the storm. Poor Potter must have been having the same problem, doubled by the fact he wore glasses.

A few hours in, the Snitch was nowhere in sight and the rain was pouring as hard as ever. Cedric had heard Gryffindor score three goals but was sure they were up more.

Madame Hooch’s whistle sounded a time out. Cedric was grateful to land on the ground and join the the other students.

Wood had called a timeout and was talking to the Gryffindor team. Cedric noticed Potter trying to wipe his glasses clean of water droplets, most unsuccessfully. Looking over his shoulder, Cedric noticed the girl who he knew to be Potter’s friend coming up the pitch. Taking a step back from his own team, he stopped her as she passed by.

“Granger, right?” He asked.

She looked at him in surprise. “Yes.”

“Your friend, Potter. Do you know Impervius?”

“Of course but-“ Her eyes brightened. “Thank you!” And with that, she rushed off to the Gryffindor team.

Cedric went back to his own Quidditch team. “Okay,” he started, “Gryffindor is fifty points up. If Potter gets the Snitch we’ll be out of the running. Chasers,” he directed his attention to them, “Focus on getting as many points as possible, stay near the Gryffindor end. Gabriel, Margaret, forget about me, I want you protecting the Chasers from the Weasley’s. Whether I get the Snitch or not, I don’t want us to win or loose without us knowing we did our best. Yes?”

“Yes!” The team echoed enthusiastically.

They grabbed their brooms and within minutes were back in the air.

While the rest of the Hufflepuffs went to the Gryffindor end of the pitch, Cedric flew around as much of the stadium as he could, looking for any flint of gold. Now that Granger had charmed his glasses, Potter and himself were now on even footing. Cedric would have to do better if Hufflepuff was going to win.

And then he saw it, the Snitch, just behind a silhouette on a broom. Hoping it wasn’t a Gryffindor Beater, he changed his course and sped towards the Snitch. The figure he had seen was Potter’s own but it didn’t look like the younger boy had seen it.

The ball was too far ahead of him and he would have to be quick. Once Potter realized that Cedric was on the Snitch’s tail there was no doubt he would be after it too.

Whizzing ahead, the Snitch seemed to be teasing Cedric.

“Come on…” Cedric urged his broom. “Come on, we’ve got this.”

He didn’t dare look back for a second. Potter might be gaining on him but he couldn’t afford to take his eyes away from the Snitch.

A chilling feeling washed over him. It wasn’t like the numbing feeling the cold air and rain had on him. It came from the inside. But Cedric pushed it aside. He had to get the Snitch, he couldn’t let his House down. He was going to get it…

He stretched out his arm and caught the golden ball.

“Yes!” He cried to himself.

He turned around his broom, expecting to see Potter behind him. But no one was there.

A dark shadow caught his eye. A hazy cloaked body flew about the pitch. A dementor.

“We need a rematch!”

The rain had finally let up and the sun had come out. Harry Potter had to be taken to the Hospital Wing after the dementor attack.

Wood, his hair damp and his robes splattered with mud, was shaking his head. “You won fair and square, Diggory. It isn’t your fault Harry fell.”

“Madame Hooch,” Cedric implored, facing the referee. “Potter got hurt before I caught the Snitch. That can’t be okay. If we played again when he was better-“

“Wood is correct, Hufflepuff won fairly,” Hooch said shrilly. “Potter’s situation is no one but the dementors fault. No rematch will be allowed.”

Cedric ran a hand through his rain soaked hair and shook his head. He glanced at Wood, who was looking deeply depressed. “Sorry, mate,” he said.

Wood made no acknowledgement except for a murmured “Good game” before turning on his heels and skulking away.

Dinner was full of commotion and merriment at the Hufflepuff table that evening. Cedric did his best to join in the merriment, though he was still disconcerted at what he believed to be an unfair game. The glares from passing Gryffindors also put him at unease.

If he had only looked back he would have seen Potter and the dementors. He might have been able to help. Potter might not have fallen if Cedric had only checked if he was behind him. But no. He had kept his eyes on the Snitch and had missed everything.

Only this morning he had scorned his teammates for thinking Quidditch was a priority. Yet when it counted the most, he had put winning over helping.

“Hey, Cedric.”

A girls voice said his name and he turned around. Cho Chang was standing between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, smiling shyly at him.

He stood, politely, “Hey, Cho.”

“Good match. You did really well…I watched you. From the stands, I mean.”

Cedric shook his head. “We should have a rematch. Potter fell of his broom-“

“No, no,” Cho shook her head. “Hufflepuff won. It’s no ones fault Harry got hurt.”

“Wish I felt that way…” Cedric smiled. “You want to sit down?”

She nodded enthusiastically but then blushed. “If you don’t mind.”

Cedric made room for her at the Hufflepuff table and they sat down.

“So I guess this means Hufflepuff will play Ravenclaw next.” Cho remarked.

“Unless there is a re-“

“Oh, give it up, Ced,” Margaret interrupted having overheard. “There isn’t going to be a rematch!”

“I think it’s really noble of you,” Cho said, once Margaret had toned down. “To want a rematch. Not everyone would.”

“‘Course they would,” Cedric said modestly. “Just common decency.”

Cho shook her head. “Not as common as you think.”

They sat in silence for awhile. Silence, save for the cheering Hufflepuffs. Cho broke the mild tension by asking.

“How is the career searching going?”

“Well enough, but-“

“Cedrics got an offer from the Appleby Arrows!” Gabriel piped in.

Cho looked at Cedric with fascination. “Really? That’s amazing!”

Cedric felt his face heat up and he quickly said, “I don’t know if I’m going to take it. I don’t think I could play Quidditch for a living.”

“If not Quidditch, what would you do after Hogwarts?” Cho inquired.

“Dad wants me to go into the Ministry,” Cedric rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d like to get a internship there next summer but I don’t know if I could work in law. It’d just be nice as training or a startup, you know?”

Cho nodded. “Marietta’s mum works at the Ministry. We’re going to get an internship in our sixth year. If your still working there, that’d be cool.”

“It would be,” he smiled brightly at Cho and she tried to not smile too widely back.

“Cho!” A girl cried from the Ravenclaw table. “Cho, come back over here!”

She looked apologetically at Cedric. “Suppose I better go. Great game today…again.”

And with that she stood up. He waved her goodbye as she walked back over to her House table. Gabriel winked at Cedric who rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“We’re just friends,” he chuckled.

“Sure you are,” Gabriel teased.

Angelina Johnson walked by the Hufflepuff table and Cedric stood to ask, “Johnson! How’s your Seeker?”
“He’s awake,” she said. “Merlin knows he needs some rest but he’ll live.”

“If there’s anything I can do just tell me.”

Angelina nodded, “Will do, Diggory.”

He sat down again and was immediately told by several other Hufflepuffs, “You’re gold, Cedric. Just gold.”

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