Disclaimer: I, Jasper Anton McKinley, do not own Harry Potter

This is a fic from Cedric's point of view. Harry Potter is dead, and he is battling Voldemort.

I lifted my wand, gripping it tightly in my sweaty hands and pointed it at him. He only laughed. "You are weak, Diggory!" he exclaimed, flicking my wand away with a casual wave of his hand.

I took a deep breath, thinking of her and gaining the courage I needed until I faced him once more. "Alright then," I explained folding my arms across my chest. "Kill me." He lifted his wand, the malice clear on his face, his red slits shining happily. "With pleasure. Avada Kedavra!"

I stood stock-still as the flash of green light raced towards me, ordering my thoughts, when another body flew out of nowhere, slamming into me and getting hit slightly off-center. A gasp escaped from the person.

I stood, not thinking about who it was, and summoned my wand. I saw the surprise on his face as I lifted the wand, allowing the cold fury inside me to spill into my magic. I carefully pointed my wand at his face, willing the wood to understand me as I yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"

Now the green light was leaving my wand and rushing at him. I saw the surprise on his face as the green magic hit him, then the snake-eyes went blank and the body toppled over. He was dead.

I knelt beside my savior, noticing familiar brown hair which I brushed out of her face. "Granger?"

Hermione Granger lay on the ground before me, her breaths coming slow and shallow. Her gentle features were twisted in pain, but her beautiful doe brown eyes flickered open, and she gasped something. I leaned closer and heard her say once more, "Cedric." Then her eyes shut. Her head rolled back onto my arm, and I knew.

Hermione Granger was dead. A brilliant witch, a warrior, but most of all, the girl I loved, was dead. Gone from me. And there was only one way to avenge her death…

I stood, cradling her broken body close, and silently wept, burying my face in her hair. Hermione Granger was dead. And it was my fault.

I walked past Voldemort's body, not even noticing it, until pops sounded out of thin air.

Masked figures started to appear, and I quickly set Hermione down, pulling my wand out. A whispered word, and a Death Eater crumpled. Another. And another. I was a whirl of fury, killing each one as they appeared. And when no more came, I sank to the ground, screaming to the slowly rising sun. "I WILL KILL THEM ALL! BY THE SNAKE OF SLYTHERIN, I SWEAR! NO DEATH EATER WILL EVER WALK AGAIN!"

I touched Hermione's body with my wand and it disappeared, on its way to Hogwarts castle. I stood, walking to the edge of the cliff. I am sure I was a sight. My robes were torn, my face as well, but my eyes shone with fear and fury. "Every Death Eater will know the wrath of a warrior!" I screamed, leaping off the cliff and Apparating in midair.

Review? This was a random thing that came to me as I watched Star Wars.