Ok time for a new fic! This one is just a little story on how I think Cedric should have really died! Hope you enjoy it! R&R.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters.

The Day Cedric Died

Ok so it was the summer after he finished at Hogwarts. He had lost the Triwizard Tournament to Harry but he didn't mind that much. Harry was obviously better than he was for the main reason that he was more famous. Of course Harry won. Cedric thought it was rigged. But then again Cedric was a loser so what he thought didn't really matter. Cho had dumped him because he didn't pay any attention to her after the tournament ended. So he decided to be really angsty about it and brood in his room.

No one wanted to be friends with Cedric now that he was done at Hogwarts. He didn't play Quidditch anymore and he wasn't popular anymore so no one gave a damn about him. He didn't get any owls at all. So he sat in his room thinking about how much his life sucked and how much better it would've been if he had gone to the graveyard with Harry on the night of the tournament. But he had been stupid. On their way to running towards the cup, Cedric tripped over his shoelace and fell face-first in the mud while Harry grabbed the cup and disappeared.

He felt pretty stupid now that it was all over. He lost the tournament because he tripped over his untied shoelace. He was pathetic. The Hufflepuffs were all deeply ashamed. They lost their chance at glory because their "star" tripped over his shoelace right near the end. Cedric figured that getting all the way to the end would matter just a little bit, but mentioning it only made matters worse, because they had been so close to winning. Gryffindor won yet again so no one would talk to Cedric anymore. He was miserable.

So it was in the middle of July when Cedric heard a noise. He had been lying in his bedroom crying over the tournament when something was moving in the bushes under his window. He opened the window and stuck his head out of it to see what it was. But there was nothing there. He looked to the sides but still nothing. So he pulled his head back in and shut the window.

Out of nowhere, he began to get very sweaty. He turned around and saw that he caught on fire. The back of his shirt was on fire, and it was quickly spreading all over him. He started screaming his head off and tried to put it out using water & magic but it didn't work. So he ran out the house like a little pansy, still screaming like crazy, hoping it would go out. He ran right into the middle of the road and a speeding eighteen-wheeler slammed into his body. Blood splattered everywhere when he was hit. His body was crushed after it hit the road and was run over by the tires. Right after the eighteen-wheeler drove off, three other ones followed and continued to crush Cedric's body til there was really nothing left.

Later on, his parents came home. They rolled right over his body and stopped. His mother got out but thought the body was just a dead squirrel or something. After discovering that Cedric was gone, they freaked out. After a while, they figured out that the "road kill" was really their son. So they had a funeral and everything but not many people came. And on his gravestone, someone had spray-painted:

CEDRIC DIGGORY-THE BOY WHO GOT OWNED BY AN EIGHTEEN-WHEELER.

The End

Review please! Well I hope you enjoyed it! I had fun. It's not supposed to be funny or depressing, really. It's just a fun parody. And I also wrote it to help get rid of a bad case of writer's block. Don't forget to review!