My One True Love
The air was tense. You could hear a pin drop even on the muddy grass in front of the stands. We were all waiting; waiting for one of the champions to walk out of that maze triumphant.
Suddenly, there was a crack, and there was Harry, holding the cup, and he was lying over Cedric.
The band began to play. At first I began to cheer, for both Harry and my boyfriend had won.
But then, I realized just exactly why Harry wouldn't let go of Cedric when I heard Fleur Delacour scream from over by the Beauxbatons stands. Cedric was just lying there. I couldn't see a twitch of a finger, or even the exhaling of breath. My beloved Cedric was… oh I can't even bring myself to say it!
Harry was shrieking the entire time, "Voldemort's back! Voldemort's back!"
I, along with all the others in the crowd, stared in confusion.
I then saw Mr. Diggory running out of the stands in mere shock. "THAT'S MY SON!" he continued to scream. "THAT'S MY BOY!"
I, myself couldn't comprehend what was happening. For now it seemed that my life was over. I took a breath to see if my lungs still worked, and they did. But why did they? Why wasn't I dead, along side him, facing the future of whatever comes after the last breath?
At this moment, I ran from the seats, and went down to him to check if it was true. I felt for his heartbeat.
Nothing.
I then did the only thing I could think of; I kissed him. His lips were as cold as ice, and gave no motion to reply. His eyes didn't close as I embraced him, and he didn't even seem to notice I was there. His stormy gray eyes just stared straight ahead, never to see the stars in front of them again.
Now I had to burst into tears. Cedric was dead. I could see no way around this. There was nothing I could do but sob until my heart stopped itself.
After what seemed like forever, two teachers I didn't care to recognize picked me off his body, and brought me over to Mr. Diggory. Dear Mr. Diggory. I took one look at him, and he took one look at me, and we both knew we had that same heart-wrenching, empty feeling of loss. Then, Mr. Diggory and I, arm in arm, followed the men carrying Cedric down to the castle, for Fudge believed that there were too many people, that they shouldn't see the body.
But I disagree. Everybody should have to see the true evil of Lord Voldemort. That he would dare to kill such a beautiful person as Cedric Diggory; my one true love.