Cedric Diggory's P.O.V
The last thing Cedric Diggory remembered was a flash of green light and Harry Potter screaming his name. Then, there was darkness.
He had a disturbing dream. He was back in the graveyard. Voldemort-You Know Who-was back, and Harry fought him. Cedric frowned; he saw a body, in a yellow shirt and stepped forwards. With a gasp, he realized the body was him. He was...dead? Before he could even ponder what that could mean, the graveyard became a blur and suddenly, he was at some sort of funeral.
His mum and dad were crying over a casket. Everyone from Hogwarts seemed to be there, mourning as well, Harry looking depressed and his girlfriend Cho Chang sobbing into a handkerchief.
"Who's funeral is it?" Cedric wondered to himself. He walked through the crowds, nearing the casket and his eyes widened. The body inside the casket was...him?
What kind of sick nightmare was this?! He opened his mouth to yell he was still here when the dream changed once again.
It was several months later, and he was standing at a grave, where his name was etched into the gravestone. He was dead.
Perhaps this was the future.
Something inside his mind told him, 'no, it isn't. It's real.' But he wasn't dead...was he? He saw a man walking towards the grave. He didn't recognize him; the man was extremely handsome, even he could admit it, with golden eyes and blond hair. He looked like Zeus, or maybe even Eros the son of the goddess of beauty Aphrodite.
The man stepped forwards and knelt at the grave. His golden eyes were unnerving; gold and unblinking. He smelled the air deeply, and his eyes closed for a second.
"I smell blood," he said calmly. Cedric watched in horrified fascination as the man got down on his knees and suddenly was digging into the ground quite easily with his hands.
What was this guy, some fricking golden retriever?! Cedric thought wildly, as he watched the man finally hit his casket. He pulled it out in one fluid motion and smacked it with his hand. The glass top shattered instantly.
Maybe not a golden retriever...maybe the Hulk in disguise...Cedric mused this while the man leaned over his body, and then...he bit him?
Cedric frowned. A golden retriever, grave robber, the Hulk AND a cannibal? Cedric shook his head as he watched the man bite him some more. Finally, the man sat back on his haunches and Cedric gasped in agony. White-hot pain lashed through him, like venom, and he saw his still body slowly transform as he fell to his knees, feeling pain he'd never felt before in his life-especially not in a dream. It was worse than the Cruciatus Curse. His eyes slowly forced themselves closed and he slumped the ground, unconscious.
Third Person P.O.V
For the first time in months, Cedric Diggory opened his now-red eyes and slowly sat up.
He was alive, but didn't remember anything.
He was a vampire.
Carlisle Cullen stood over the confused, turned vampire. He smiled kindly.
"Hello," he said, "I am Carlisle Cullen."
"I'm...I don't remember who I am," frowned Cedric. "Who am I?" He realized his voice was different. "Am I American?"
"Yes," Carlisle lied smoothly. "You're named Edward Cullen, my son. Your mother died when you were a baby, but I managed to save you and turn you into a vampire, which is what you are."
"I'm...a vampire," Cedric/Edward said. "Do I have fangs?" he questioned, bewildered.
Carlisle raised his eyebrows. He was going to have to teach this newborn a lot.