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Cedric’s eleventh birthday dawned bright and sunny, but he wasn’t exactly in the best mood – after all, it was exactly five and a half years since his mother’s death, or the day when he began to have lived longer without her than with her.
His father gave him a hug when he walked into the kitchen, indicating the table, where a plate of pancakes – Cedric’s favourite breakfast – waited for him. He sat down to eat, just as someone knocked at the door. Cedric felt it, rather than heard it, of course, having been born deaf, but it still made him jump and almost spill his glass of milk.
Amos opened the door, letting in an old man with a long white beard and her, little glasses, and a crooked nose. Cedric tilted his head curiously, wondering where he had seen the man before, before remembering – this was Albus Dumbledore, and Cedric owned the chocolate frog card for him.
He handed Cedric an envelope, watching as the young boy opened it and read the letter inside. He was going to Hogwarts just like his Dad had!
Cedric looked up, beaming, and watched carefully as Dumbledore explained that the Professors would all be told about Cedric, and that most Healers agreed that he would quickly learn to do magic non-verbally, rather than speaking the spells. Cedric was, of course, too young to be impressed by that idea – besides, he was far too busy daydreaming about all the books and things he was going to get!