Afterlife Therapy
House: Gryffindor
Category: Drabble
Prompt: Portkey
Word count: 232
Disclaimer: Don't own nothin'.
I felt so proud. I had come so far in the Tournament. Dad was proud of me too. He told me the night before that he couldn't have asked for a better son. I was on top of the world.
Everything changed very quickly.
The joy of winning (even if it was a joint win with Harry, I didn't mind. He was a nice kid) was delicious, but it didn't last long. The moment we grabbed hold of that trophy, we went off in a whirlwind that I recognized early on as Portkey travel.
It's a Portkey. The trophy was a Portkey. Who would...
Those were my last thoughts.
Then...
I died.
"Cedric, you were so brave," Mrs. Potter told me.
I ducked my head, embarrassed after revealing all the details of my death, from my perspective.
"I didn't have the chance to be brave," I admitted. "Harry's the one who had to live through it. All I did was die."
Mr. Potter patted me on the back.
"Don't think like that, son. You couldn't have done anything in that situation. Besides, what do you think happened to us? We're in the afterlife, aren't we? You aren't the first person to die, and you certainly won't be the last."
"James, that wasn't appropriate."
"What? We're all dead here."
"I'm sorry, Cedric. Excuse me while I sock my husband."
"Not a problem."