○●○●○"Beastless Beauty"○●○●○

I stood like tedious toad, longing for their advent in that gloomy maze; though slightly inpatient to have any idea of what going on to there. I lavishing my heart desires about the unnaturalness beneath all occurrence of the Triwizard Tournament craving into any violence against one's life. Harry and my Cedric were still in the maze, which would result from Godly eloquences to human decay : would love to call it an 'eternal glory'?
I turned to Hermione and Ron, and felt some sort of tragic precept mangled into my head, I uttered my physic for having disclose for unnecessary fear to my pal Hermione.
"What alies thy head? You look dizzy." asked Hermione, knocking on my back repeatedly and keep digging out my backside.
After a sudden change in the name of disguise assumes that if it happens to Cedric. Wait! what "it", but no! stop! as such ejaculation made me mad. And, therefore I was fraternitied with horror jolting my heart, not from the demons gathered in the sky but I could enable my watry eyes towards the dead body of Cedric Diggory. My prophecy would have certainly been truly justified, such inhalation had gone far beyond the dark art. Although quite submissive and chopped off in the short space of our soul. My psyche was broken down by any violent crime; subsequently drenc'd in the surface of our survival. The poetic irony creamed on his face by any beastless beauty had been manifold. Harry as I seen imflamed with angst, within the possible hour he and Cedric did their best accumulation to attain the name of 'eternal glory'. Professor Dumbledore ran for them and asked his possible questions:
"Tell me not from thine sight of experience hath resulted to such misery, Harry Potter, say it,"
"He's back! Lord Voldemort is back" crying out Harry, redheaded with partly anger and fear, "Cedric, tragedy brings when interviewed him with dark nightmare, killed Diggory by the abdominal killing curse used for him, I couldn't save him from being victimized of bad death."
His father swift his speed, nearly out of mere conscience and contrived the extreme mutation of the sudden coincidence, for which his weighing up his body to measuring of what has happened.
The Hogwarts festival has gone down in the core dreams, the soulless admonition must turns out to the horror beyond its following mysteries of all the graveyards. I stood by my foolish mind, my intense feeling to save him from the gravity of death; perhaps each provocational love inhaled the purpose that whether to should use the magic gifted as wise love.
"May be I can save his life ", I said, "as your articulation he didn't want to die even from invicting curse, apparently thinking that I shall be ready to conjure the spell up."
Everyone agreed with me, amazed at least my vocational spirit admist in the chaos, that must be hanged with such of dissipation and disease in a great injury to ourselves. "Go on with the spell, Cho!" cheering me as if showering fruits should have been fallen from heaven. A magnificent light painted with a single white pen, rather concrete or it would get better atmosphere than before, however, fell down with great hope; may be it was a ray of hope. Simultaneously, the next thing I recalled that was like a washing machine by those unfolded wings lightened up over Cedric's body. The eternal mutation of this dead body had upbeated and quickly spread out his handsome grandeur across my legacy. But Dumbledore actually acquainted about the unnaturalness of diminishing mysteries, having been lurked the mobility of darkness or its major Lord.
"Who will be his next puppet?".

Part 2 will be composed in a few days later.