Cedric's demise
By: Harry J. Potter
A familiar setting that brings chills down my spine
A dark overgrown graveyard
Our wands at the ready
The feeling of being watched crept over me
Suddenly a sharp pain in my forehead
Agonizing pain
The feeling that my head was about to split open caused me to fall to my knees
A high, cold voice yelled "Kill the spare!"
Another Voice yelled words of a curse that I most despise
"Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green light shot from a wand
I look beside me and see a classmate that was loved by many on the floor
Two words pop into my mind
Cedric
Dead
I open my eyes
My once aching forehead drenched in sweat
I sit up in my bed realizing it was just a memory of that horrid night
I memory I will never forget
Poor Cedric