Chapter 1 - The Second Ending
This story starts at the end of 'The Goblet of Fire' as Harry and Cedric battle within the maze. However, much similarity ends here, as this is not Harry's story, its Kaie's.
Disclaimer: ... what? Oh, yeah... Ok fine i don't own anything in this story that is from JK's... ...not yet anyway...mumble...master plan... heh heh heh...
'Cedric, on your left!' Harry charged forwards, wincing on his injured leg. A giant spider had loomed out of the darkness, it bore down upon Cedric, fangs twitching. 'Stupefy!' Harry bellowed, but the spell did nothing more that a kick to one of is enormous legs would have. Swatting Cedric aside, causing his wand to fly out of his grip, the spider changed its course. It stalked towards Harry, slime drooling from its fanged mouth. 'Stupefy! Impedimenta! Stupefy!' but its massive bulk absorbed everything. The monster swooped Harry up in its two front legs, its many marble-black eyes gleaming menacingly. As Harry dangled over its gaping pincers, he yelled 'Expelliarmus!' The Disarming spell shot straight into the mouth of the spider, sending it staggering backwards; Harry flew from its grasp, falling twelve feet on to his injured leg. Quickly Harry stood, raised his wand and in unison with Cedric roared 'Stupefy!' It worked, the two spells combined struck the spider on its soft underbelly; the beast staggered, convulsed and crumpled heavily to the ground.
Harry ran. He sprinted for the Cup as fast as his bleeding leg would allow, he had to get there first, his hand stretched out, fingers straining, but then he heard a soft moan behind him, 'Harry'. As he ran he turned, and saw Cedric crushed under the spider's massive corpse, face contorted in agony. And then Harry's fingers brushed the Cup.
Cedric groaned. His whole body ached and he could not think of anything he had done to make himself feel like this. Maybe he had had a long quidditch practice last night. But… they had not been practicing at all recently, he couldn't remember why. And this wasn't his bed, it was lumpy and hard and… grassy! He realised that he was lying on his back and attempted to sit up; but this sent a bolt of pain shooting through his body, exploding into his head. Cedric lowered himself tentatively back to the ground, and then abruptly rolled over again onto his side as he choked and coughed out the warm blood that had been pooling in his mouth. He lay still not daring to move, each deep haggard breath piercing him like a knife. He tried to open his eyes, to workout where he was, but burningly bright white light made it impossible. Was he dead? No, of course not, that was stupid, his body would not hurt so much for a start if he was, and now he thought about it, he could hear voices in the distance. They were cheering, cheering really loudly; no, not cheering, they were screaming.
The screams became closer as his ears seemed to un-fuzz and clear. Cedric realised that people were all around him, shouting and screaming. He rolled his head to the side and forced his eyes to focus. He was in the Hogwarts grounds with students running hysterically about him. Of course, the Triwizard Tournament! It all came back to him: his last moments in the maze as he and Harry fought furiously against the spider, without warning the fight seemed to be over and the spider's hairy, black body had tumbled onto him crushing him under its bulk. Then he remembered Harry running for the Cup, his fingers touching the glinting metal. And suddenly Harry had won. Harry Potter had won the Triwizard Cup. But then, just as suddenly, Harry had vanished.
Cedric scanned the panicked crowds of students and teachers to try and find clues to what may have happened. He was not in the maze any more and wondered how had got here. Cedric saw a nurse from the hospital wing striding over to him, wand raised ready to conjure a stretcher. She had an odd expression on her face; Cedric looked down at himself for the first time and saw that his left arm was sticking out at a sickening angle, his clothes were also gruesome; they were plastered to his body and were very, very red. The sight made him feel slightly faint. Cedric felt himself slowly rise from the ground onto the stretcher and the pain in his chest and arm ease. The stretcher gradually moved off, but then his eyes came to rest on Professor Dumbledore. Dumbledore was kneeling next to a body on the ground, whispering to it. He was accompanied by Cornelius Fudge and many other confused people; this seemed to be where the chaos was centred. A girl jogged up to the professor, a determined look in her dark grey eyes. She stopped just behind him.
'Professor?' she said. Who was this girl? In Cedric's bleary state it suddenly seemed so important to him that he remembered who she was. Cedric recognised her, maybe she was one of Cho's friends.
Dumbledore stood and turned to her, he sighed, 'No Kaie, there's nothing you can do at this moment, go back to your common room.' She looked up at his face and into his blue eyes, then nodded and set off in a strong stride towards the castle.
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