Life After Cedric

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, yadda yadda, don't own it, blah, blah, blah

Dedication: The biggest Harry Potter (and Jaffa Cake fan ever) JAFFAMUNCHER.

Note: Cho Chang's point of view. Cedric and Cho probably aren't American but they are in my world, OK?

Everybody around me was talking excitedly. Both the Hogwarts Triwizard champions, Harry and my boyfriend Cedric had arrived back clutching the Triwizard cup. That meant we had won it this year! Whoopee! Shame I was too young to enter. Curse Dumbledore's bloody age line.

The music was dying down. Everybody was rushing out of their seats. Cedric wasn't moving, and Harry wouldn't leave his side.

The French champion Fleur, who had pulled out grabbed my wrist.

" Look," she said, nearly crying. "Everybody is saying zat Cedric has been keeled"

It was true. Amos, Cedric's dad, was sobbing next to him. Girls were screaming. I sank to my knees, crying hysterically. Only tonight Cedric had promised he would buy me the necklace I fell in love with if he won. And now he was lying glassy eyed on the pitch.

Fleur stroked my hair." You liked him, yes? I am so sorry."

Her kindness made me feel ten times worse. I had encouraged Cedric to enter the tournament. This meant it was my fault he had died. I had helped kill my boyfriend.

Two days later I had to go and see Cedric's father. To my surprise, he was holding a red box.

" Ced left this for you Cho. He told me to bring it and was going to give it to you after the task."

I opened it. There was a locket lying on the black velvet lining. Using one of my long, manicured fingernails Cedric had so often admired, I got the locket open.

There was a photo of the two of us inside, It was when Cedric took me to the beach for my birthday. I was born in China but I live in America, same as Ced, but he was born in England. In the other half was a note:

" I love you Cho"

That was it, I couldn't stand it a second longer. I rushed up to Ravenclaw tower, ignoring Peeves throwing chairs about, and gave the password (Bananaford. Weird, huh?) and flung myself down on my bed, crying. All my nail varnish had fallen off my bedside table but I didn't care. Would people whisper about me in the corridor: "There's Cho. She

helped kill Cedric." Would I get marks off my OWLS? I don't know, but I will never forgive myself.