Harry's POV
I looked from Cedric to the cup. For one shining moment, I saw myself emerging from the maze, holding it. I saw myself holding the Triwizard cup aloft, heard the roar of the crowd, saw Cho's face shining with admiration, more clearly than he had ever seen it before… and then the picture faded, and he found himself staring at Cedric's shadowy, stubborn face.
"Both of us," I said.
"What?"
"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."
Cedric stared at me. He unfolded his arms.
"You – you sure?"
"Yeah," I said. "Yeah… we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together."
For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ears; then his face split into a grin.
"You're on," he said. "Come here."
He grabbed my arm below the shoulder and helped me limp toward the plinth where the cup stood. When we had reached it, we both held a hand out over one of the cup's gleaming handles.
"On three, right?" I said. "One – two – three –"
Cedric and I both grasped a handle.
Instantly, I felt a jerk somewhere behind my navel. My feet had left the ground. I could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard cup; it was pulling me onward in a howl of wind and swirling color, Cedric at my side.
I felt my feet slam into the ground; my injured leg gave way; my hand let go of the Triwizard cup at last. I raised my head.
"Where are we?" I said.
Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled me to my feet and we looked around.
There was no sign of the Triwizard cup anywhere. We are in a forest with no sign of how to get out. The sky is blue which means that it must still be daytime. We can hear birds in the trees but we didn't know what kind.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, let the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games begin!"