Summary - What happened if Cedric managed to escape back to Hogwarts before he was killed. How will everyone react when the champion comes back and Harry is missing?

Disclaimer ~ I do not own anything in italics or Harry Potter, R K Rowling does. ;)

Harry felt his feet slam into the ground; his injured leg gave way, and he fell forward; his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last. He raised his head.
"Where are we?" he said.
Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked around.
They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles - perhaps hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. A hill rose above them to their left. Harry could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside.
Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry. "Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.
"Nope," said Harry. He was looking around the graveyard. It was completely silent and slightly eerie. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"
"I dunno," said Cedric. He sounded slightly nervous. "Wands out, d'you reckon?" "Yeah," said Harry, glad that Cedric had made the suggestion rather than him.
They pulled out their wands. Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched.
"Someone's coming," he said suddenly.
Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Harry couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And - several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time - Harry saw that the thing in the person's arms looked like a baby ... or was it merely a bundle of robes?
Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric. Cedric shot him a quizzical look. They both turned back to watch the approaching figure.
It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second. Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another.
And then, without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his head was about to split open.

"Harry! Harry are you okay?" Cedric asked while still pointing his wand at the unknown visitor.

"Get to the cup and get back to Hogwarts!" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"No! I'm not leaving you!" Cedric said rushed as the man and the bundle got closer.

"No you need to go back Dumbledore right away and tell him everything, please it the only way we might make it out of this alive."

Cedric must have seen the desperation in Harry's eyes because he have a quick nod then ran towards to pork key.

From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."
A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry couldn't see were the spell hit but knew for sure it didn't hit its target. All of a sudden something bright shone through his eyes kids and he knew Cedric was gone. And he was alone.

So that it so far. I have always wanted a fanfiction where Cedric makes it out of the graveyard and warns everyone so I decided to write one. In total this will probably end up being a few chapters. Anyways enjoy and review.

Beth2000