Disclaimer- The first part until the Avada Kedavra is from the book but after that it is all mine except the characters they belong to J.K. Rowling

Cedric looked down on 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 a 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 towards them between the graves. Whoever they were, they were short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled high over their head to obscure their face. And - several paces nearer, the space between them closing all the time - he 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 headstone, only six feet from them. For a second, Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at each other.

And then without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was such agony such as he had never felt in all his life; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hand over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and could see nothing at all, his head was about to split open.

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 Keda-'

'Expelliarmus' Harry yelled at the top of his lungs and the figures wand flew away. And as the figure on the ground scrambled for the wand Cedric yelled, 'Stupefy' and the figure lay still.

'Thanks Harry.' Cedric said ' If you didn't disarm this thing I would be well you know... Dead.'

'No problem Cedric.' Said Harry. 'Although I do want to know what this is all about...