Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. It is the sole property of the wonderful author J. K. Rowling. I am just borrowing it to write my own version.
Harry was in the center of the maze, panting from having dealt with two Acromantulas. They had attacked him and Cedric right in the square where the Triwizard Cup was situated.
'Take it, Harry. You deserve it more than I do. You saved my life from those giant spiders,' said Cedric.
Harry stared at the Cup once, imagining himself emerging the victor from the maze and Cho's face the brightest, her eyes solely for him. Cedric's movements brought Harry back out of his fantasy and he shook his head. He turned towards Cedric.
'You should have it. I should not have been part of a tournament meant for people of age. You helped me in that second task,' said Harry.'
'So did you, Harry. Had it not been for you, I would have gone on to my first task, not realizing I had a dragon to deal with,' urged Cedric
On Harry's urging that not him but both deserved a joint win then, he and Cedric touched the glowing Triwizard Cup at the same time. Just as they did so, Harry felt a jerk behind the navel making him realize it's a portkey but too late. He could not let go, the magic of the portkey pulling the two unwilling passengers to God knows where.
With a thump, Harry's feet hit the solid ground at last but made him lose his balance and fall on his face.
They both got up trying to get rid of the temporary dizziness caused by the portkey travel. Cedric looked at the Cup and asked him, 'Was this supposed to happen? Did someone tell you that it was a portkey?'
'No,' said he while looking around at what turned out to be a graveyard. He began to once again run his eyes over the entire place wanting to find the nearest exit out of these eerie surroundings. In doing so, he spotted something which made his insides go cold. On one particular gravestone etched was a name.
TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE