The Cedric-Cullen Conspiracy
Every Harry Potter fan knows that Cedric Diggory dies in the forth installment of the Harry Potter Series. But does he? Does he really? Couldn't Cedric very well be a vampire? If he wasn't when Voldemort killed him, couldn't some lonely vampire come along and save him? And why am I asking all these questions? I found the answer to these difficult questions, and I'm about to share the answer.
(I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter!)
"Cedric!" Harry yelled as a jet of green light lit up the grave yard.
Cedric Diggory laid still on the grass, trying not to move too much. Carlisle told him not to move. He kept his eyes closed, but he could still hear Harry gasping in pain. Cedric felt a gust of wind and heard You-Know-Who boasting to Harry, rattling on and on about something no one cared about. So, they thought Cedric was really dead, how interesting.
Cedric heard the noise around him, it sounded like Harry and You-Know-Who fighting; a duel to the death. Cedric heard more voices, odd, and then, he fought the urge to open his eyes, his own voice, asking Harry to bring his body back to his father. It was almost over.
Footsteps pounded around Cedric's body and he felt Harry grabbing on to his arm as he reached for the port key; the Tri-Wizard Tournament Trophy.
Cedric was spinning as the port key brought him to Carlisle, in disguise as his father. Just a little longer and Cedric could move.
A LITTLE LATER;
"Cedric," Carlisle said as they ran through the Forbidden Forest.
"Yes, Carlisle?" Cedric answered as they ran effortlessly.
"We shall have to change your name, now that everyone thinks you're dead." Carlisle stated as Cedric looked at him, confused, but then understood.
"What will my name be?" He asked as he thought of possible names.
"What was your father's name?" Carlisle suggested as they approached London to board a plane.
"Amos," Cedric said after a minute of thought.
"That may be tricky. Amos is quite a peculiar name for American, Cedric. What was your grandfather's name?" Carlisle asked.
"Edward," Cedric, now Edward told Carlisle as they settled in their seats on a plane.
"Then you shall be called Edward Cullen."
"Carlisle," Edward asked, "Where are we going?"
"To Washington, Forks more specific. It's rather lacking in sunshine which is best for our kind," he answered, looking out the window of the plane.
"Why?" Edward asked, thinking about all the myths he heard about vampires.
"You'll see soon enough," Carlisle answered, looking at Edward with kind, golden eyes.
"Why are your eyes that color? And why are mine red?" Edward said, catching his refection in a window.