From the view point of Cho Chang
Cedric and I where dancing in the Yule ball again, his charming smile and curly locks; I could never forget that face. He offered to get us a drink, but a small fat man offered us both a drink from his silver platter. Somehow, I new the mans' name was Peter Pettigrew. "Cedric," I began "I don't think . . ." I looked down at her blue dress.
"Cho what is it?" he asked me. Taking my hand, he led me to the nearest empty table and sat me down. "Cho what's wrong?" I shook her head.
"I don't know," he patted me softly on the hand, "It's okay, in fact let's celebrate!" he held up the silver goblet that the man had given him, " A toast, to true love," then he drained the cup. His face became sickly pale, his eyes went black, and he doubled over, kneeling on the floor, choking and gasping. I couldn't bare to see him like this, tears stinging my eyes. Peter Pettigrew came back, smiling.
"The dark one will rise again!" he snarled and everything went black. I woke in her bed sheets screaming and crying. I refused to go to breakfast that morning, still sobbing into her pillows. Luna came and sat with me, trying to calm me down but I didn't feel like talking to her. When no one was left in the girl's dormitory but me, I crept out of bed, into fresh clothes, out of the common room and down the stairs. I made my way to the one eyed witch, a secret passageway, Fred Weasley told me about in exchange for help with Professor Mcgonnegls transfiguration essay. Before I knew it I was in a narrow tunnel which supposedly ends right under honeydukes. I walked for what seemed hours, I figure professor Snape would not be very happy I'm skipping class, Cedric used to do it all the time. Cedric. I started to cry again. I came to the Basement and I wasted no time getting out of the shop and getting out of hogsmead. I hated everything about school since Cedric Diggory died. I knew the Hogwarts grounds and was able to make my way to the shrieking Shack. As soon as I stepped through the door, I fell to the ground. Curling into a ball, I cried to myself.
"Why are you crying?" came an awfully familiar voice. I looked up through my bleary eyes, tears still stinging them. I wondered who this strangely familiar voice belonged to; I wiped my dark eyes and gasped.
"Cedric!?" I squealed. The boy looked at me confused.
"No I'm Edward. Edward Cullen." The boy said. No he was definitely Cedric he has the exact same face, maybe a little paler, but definitely Cedric.
"Do you know who I am?" I asked him, hopeful. He studied me, trying to figure out whether or not I was mocking him.
"I do not believe so," he said and I sobbed silently. "I might have seen you around, I travel a lot," he said, trying to cheer me up. "So who do you think I am?" he asked. I shook my head.
"It doesn't matter," I told my dead boyfriends very identical twin.
"Yes it does, to me" he said. How could I refuse?
"You look like Cedric Diggory, my Boyfriend; he died last year in the triwizard Tournament." I started to cry again but something stopped me. The sun light escaped through the cracks in the wooden walls, creeping into the shack. The rays illuminated half of Edwards face and he glittered like diamonds, in fact, they where diamonds! "Cedr. . . I mean, Edward, why is your skin glittering?"