AN/DISCLAIMER: None of the people, places or other things you might recognize belong to me, they're all JKR's. Only the story is mine. I'm not a Cedric-fan, but for his bravery he deserves as much respect as all the other characters in HP. So here's some of it. Luinthoron.
AN: In case you can't figure it out – it's Cho thinking about Cedric's memory on a winter day ten years after the Triwizard Tournament
Remember Cedric
It happened on a beautiful June evening, ten years ago. The third task of the Triwizard Tournament. It began with everyone cheering, and ended with the death of a wonderful young wizard. It's not easy for me to say, especially after being married to Harry for seven years now, but I loved Cedric Diggory. After he died, I didn't think I could ever love somebody else. But then it was Harry, who was there for me and who comforted me when I kept waking up in the night with tears running down from my eyes. And with the beginning of my last year at Hogwarts I could love again. And it was then that Harry finally confessed to me, that he had loved me for all the years. And now, with snow falling behind the windows, the kids playing outside and Harry working as an Auror, memories of Cedric keep coming up again. I remember him smiling, winning the quidditch game against Harry, remember him being one of the Triwizard champions, and finally, I remember Dumbledore's speech at the end of the year and myself, with tears in my eyes, listening to every word he said. I look out the window at the kids. Cedric is now six and Sarah four years old. It was Harry's idea to name our first son Cedric and I think it was the most noble deed somebody ever did to remember a friend. And, of course, as I had been in love with Cedric in his last living years, what could I have had against my son wearing his name. And as I see Harry coming home now, greeting the children, I stand up to welcome him too. But before I go, I have just one thing to ask of You – Remember Cedric.
AN: In case you can't figure it out – it's Cho thinking about Cedric's memory on a winter day ten years after the Triwizard Tournament
Remember Cedric
It happened on a beautiful June evening, ten years ago. The third task of the Triwizard Tournament. It began with everyone cheering, and ended with the death of a wonderful young wizard. It's not easy for me to say, especially after being married to Harry for seven years now, but I loved Cedric Diggory. After he died, I didn't think I could ever love somebody else. But then it was Harry, who was there for me and who comforted me when I kept waking up in the night with tears running down from my eyes. And with the beginning of my last year at Hogwarts I could love again. And it was then that Harry finally confessed to me, that he had loved me for all the years. And now, with snow falling behind the windows, the kids playing outside and Harry working as an Auror, memories of Cedric keep coming up again. I remember him smiling, winning the quidditch game against Harry, remember him being one of the Triwizard champions, and finally, I remember Dumbledore's speech at the end of the year and myself, with tears in my eyes, listening to every word he said. I look out the window at the kids. Cedric is now six and Sarah four years old. It was Harry's idea to name our first son Cedric and I think it was the most noble deed somebody ever did to remember a friend. And, of course, as I had been in love with Cedric in his last living years, what could I have had against my son wearing his name. And as I see Harry coming home now, greeting the children, I stand up to welcome him too. But before I go, I have just one thing to ask of You – Remember Cedric.