Chapter 1: Never
Forgive, Never Forget
Harry woke with a start. He sat up, wondering what had brought him
out of sleep. Did he hear
something? Had a dream jolted him
awake? The room was dark and he reached
blindly for his glasses on his bedside table.
Instead of coming in contact with the hard wood, his hand felt moist
grass. Surprised, he looked down. He was outside, sitting on the ground.
After searching a moment, he found
his glasses a few feet away. He stood
up, trying to make sense of his dark surroundings. His eyes slowly adjusted.
A dense fog lay upon the ground and every few feet a tombstone jutted
through it.
"Where am I?" he
questioned aloud, peering around.
"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" came a
voice from behind him.
Harry turned sharply to find
himself facing a boy with brown hair and gray eyes. After a moment, he spoke again.
"I dunno. Wands out, d'you reckon?" Cedric asked,
looking at Harry.
Suddenly, Harry realized what was
happening. He had to stop it.
"Cedric, we have to get out of
here!" Harry exclaimed. Cedric
just pulled out his wand, as if he hadn't heard Harry's plea.
Then Harry heard the approaching
footsteps. He turned to see a figure
coming out of the fog, a figure holding something in its arms.
"Run, Cedric!" Harry
cried, sprinting a few feet, and then stopping when he realized he was running
alone.
Harry raced back to Cedric. He reached out to grab the boy's arm but
before he could a sharp pain exploded in his scar. Try as he might to fight it, Harry's knees buckled.
"Kill the spare," came the high, cold voice Harry had come to
know so well.
"Avada Kedavra!" screeched a second.
"No…" Harry cried weakly.
A green light shown through his
eyelids, the pain in his forehead increased sharply, then died away. Harry opened his eyes, looking straight at
Cedric. Straight into those gray,
surprised, lifeless eyes. Then all went
black.
Harry sat up in his bed. His breath was quick and sweat covered his
face. He breathed in gasps and chokes
for a moment, then tears that he couldn't fight began to mingle with the
sweat. He covered his eyes with his
hands, sobbing.
It had come again. The dream that had haunted his nights the
whole summer had come to him again. His
sobs gradually softened and his breath became more normal, but the tears would
not stop. He lay back down on his bed,
trying to get to sleep, but his eyes would not close.
"I tried, Cedric," he
whispered, the tears slowing as he looked pleadingly at the dark, "I
tried…"