The Two boys who lived

Summary: Say Cedric didn't die in the graveyard that night. He was attacked but not killed. How would the story change if Harry was not the only "Boy who lived?"

Chapter one

The graveyard revisited

It had been a long hard road, and now both Harry and Cedric stood in front of what they had been after all year, the championship cup. Cedric sighed as the wind came up and turned to Harry.

"Harry, you take it, you saved me back there, please take it," Cedric yelled over the wind. It was true Harry had saved him when he had fallen, if he had not come back for him there was no saying what could have happened.

Harry looked over his shoulders and then looked up at Cedric and yelled over the wind, "We'll take it together!"

Cedric bit his lip and then nodded.

"On three then," Harry said, "One…"

Cedric nodded again and began counting with him, "Two, three!"

They both grabbed the cup at the same time and then suddenly they were on the ground, Cedric on his stomach, Harry on his back.

Cedric pushed himself up off the ground coughing as he put his hand out to Harry, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, you?" Harry asked as he stood up.

Cedric continued to cough but slowly nodded and then started to look around, "Where are we?"

"I've been here before," Harry said slowly as he walked towards the too well known headstone.

"It's a port key," Cedric say quietly looking at the cup, "Harry the cup is a port key."

"We have to get out of here now," Harry said suddenly realizing where they were.

"Harry what are you talking about?" Cedric asked then movement caught his eye and he turned quickly just as he saw Harry fall onto his knees in pain.

"Who are you?" Cedric yelled getting into a protective stance in front of Harry.

"Cedric no, get back to the cup!" Harry managed to get out through his teeth.

Harry yelled this just as another voiced said something though all Cedric heard was "kill." Suddenly he was being plowed into the dirt as the force of the spell hit him. "No!" Harry's cry shot through his head along with the pain and then darkness.

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Cedric slowly came to but lay still, he could still hear himself breathing, he could hear Harry's pain filled gasps and whimpers not far from him. Cedric knew what spell that had just been used on him, yet his main question was, how in the world was he still alive?

He knew it was a risk but Cedric slowly opened his eyes to see what was going on. From where he was on the ground, he now could see where Harry was, he was now standing almost a foot away from him so Cedric thought he must have been out for a few minutes seeing as how Harry had been by the headstone when he had been hit.

Cedric watched Harry with worry, Harry had no idea that he was still alive and his wand was now locked with the man that was attacking him. Cedric didn't dare move his head until he knew what to do but he moved his eyes, trying his best to locate the cup. He did, it was less then two feet above his head, somewhat hidden in the grass, if he could just get to it and then to Harry before it was too late.

Suddenly he saw Harry break the connection and fall to the ground, now was his chance. Cedric pulled himself up painfully and half ran, half limped to the cup, he managed to get there just as Harry did.

"Cedric?" Harry said in disbelief.

"Don't ask right now Harry because I don't know just grab the cup," Cedric said picking up the cup.

With that Harry nodded and grabbed the cup.

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They both landed with a thud, when the band started playing they both relaxed knowing they were really home this time.

Before they were able to get mobbed, Harry turned to Cedric, "How?" was all he said.

Cedric just shook his head, because honestly, he had no idea what had just happened.

Author's note: Okay, this is my first try at Harry Potter fics, I didn't like that Cedric died in the movie or the book so I came up with this idea. Let me know if you like it and if I should continue.