A/N: I forgot to say a few things about this story. I put them in in a edit of this chapter. The rest hasn't changed, just the A/N.

This story won't be very long, I have only 3 chapters. This is just a simple story. The idea suddenly popped into my head, and I couldn't get it out until I wrote it. Then I kept on writing, and I finished it pretty quickly. I'm sorry for those who don't like it this way, but I just get stuck pretty soon when I write a big story, even though I have planned it out quite well (which you can see by the "Wizarding World" book, which I left after only 3 chapters).

Enjoy my story!

To Correct a Betrayal – Chapter One: The Betrayal

Harry Potter was hurt. The battle against the acromantula had been tough on him. It had been tough on Cedric as well though. They had heavily relied on each other while fighting it. As Harry sat on the ground, looking at his wound while panting, a thought occurred to Cedric.

It's so close. I could just take it. I actually deserve it, since I came out of the battle unscathed!

Then his rational side took over. But I couldn't have done it without Harry. He helped me prepare for the first task, earlier this evening he stopped Krum from torturing me, and just now we took on the giant acromantula, which would have killed me if Harry didn't help me.

"You should take it and end the Tournament!"

Cedric shook awake from his thoughts, and turned to Harry. "What did you say?"

"I said that you should take it. That way the Tournament ends, and we can all rest."

"I couldn't take it. You helped me so much in the Tournament. I owe you for all your help."

"It's nothing. Hermione even calls it my saving-people thing. Now go on and take it."

"No, you deserve it, it would be unfair if I won." Cedric stated it like he wouldn't budge.

"How about we take it together? We both represent Hogwarts, and we could present a united front across the houses."

That seemed like an interesting idea to Cedric. A plan formed in his head.

"I can agree to that. Let's do that."

They counted down from 3, and when they reached 0, they both made to grab the Trophy. But while Harry grabbed the Trophy, Cedric retracted his hand just before he reached the Trophy. One second later Harry was gone.

He deserved the win, and he was too noble to take it. I did what I had to do. He justified himself.

Cedric looked around, expecting the maze to disappear. When it didn't disappear, worry appeared in Cedric's mind. He chose to sit down and wait for the task to end, or until someone came to get him out of the maze. What good would it do for him to wander around the maze now. He would just get lost, and if the maze wouldn't disappear, it could very well be he would miss the teachers who would collect him. He was also very tired, now that the adrenaline rush was over, and he didn't want to meet more monsters. He leant against the hedge, and soon he drifted to sleep. Just before he went completely out, it occurred to him he could have used the red sparks.

Cedric woke with a thud. The maze behind his back had disappeared, and his head met the ground in a rough way. Suddenly music started playing, and when he looked around, he saw that he was on the ground of an empty quidditch pitch. The stands, however, were filled with students, and they were cheering in a loud way. Then he saw Harry clinging onto the Trophy, shaking on the ground. The happy music stopped abruptly, and people rushed to Harry's side.

"He's back!" he screamed. "Voldemort's back!"

Fear made its way into Cedric's heart. You-know-who is back? How? I thought he was dead! He stood up and ran towards Harry.

"Harry, what happened? Are you okay?"

"Voldemort's back! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Please tell us what happened, Harry." said professor Dumbledore, as he arrived as the first of the people in the stands to come to Harry's aid.

"The Trophy, it took me to a graveyard. While I was looking around, I was stunned from behind. When I woke up, I was bound to a gravestone."

"What did I say Potter? CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Professor Moody had reached them as well.

Harry ignored him, or just didn't hear him in his shocked state, and continued his tale. "There was a big cauldron in front of me. Suddenly Wormtail came outside of the shadows, holding a bundle. He lit the fire under the cauldron, and dropped the bundle in the cauldron. He then threw in some bones, cut off his own hand, and took some of my blood. The next thing I know, Voldemort came out of it!"

More people had reached him, and this last statement sent a shock through all of them.

"He proceeded to call his followers, and…"

"Harry!"

A scream from behind the growing crowd stopped him in the middle of his sentence. The crowd broke a bit away, and Hermione appeared through it, immediately engulfing Harry in a bone-crushing hug.

"Are you alright mate?" said Ron as he came out of the crowd as well.

Dumbledore decided to separate Harry from the immense crowd now standing around Harry.

"Alastor, please take Mr. Potter to the infirmary, while I take care of the crowd."

Cedric wanted to tag along, but suddenly he heard his father screaming.

"Ced, are you alright, my boy?"

The next moment, Cedric was taken into a hug by both his parents.

"We were so worried. First the Beauxbatons girl was rescued, then the Durmstrang boy, but then it was completely silent for two hours."

"Two hours?!" Cedric exclaimed. He had no idea he had been sleeping so long. Cedric proceeded to tell his adventures to his parents. He looked over his shoulder once, and saw that professor Moody didn't take Harry to the infirmary tent, but to Hogwarts. He thought it was odd, but he was sure the retired auror had his reasons. He turned back to his parents, and continued speaking.

That night Cedric lay in the bed in his own dormitory. He didn't have any serious wounds, so madam Pomphrey had dismissed him to his own dormitory. She had had her hands full on Harry, who had been hit twice by the Cruciatus curse, or so Cedric had heard, and was still shaking.

Sleep wouldn't come to him though. Fear, regret and betrayal haunted his mind. If I hadn't insisted on him taking the Trophy for himself, I could have gone with him. We would have faced this Wormtail person together, and we could have prevented You-know-who from rising again. I should never have tricked him. How does he even feel about my betrayal? Would he ever be able to forgive me?

This went on for the rest of the night, and in the morning, he still hadn't had a single second of sleep since his nap in the labyrinth. He did form a plan in his sleepless hours. It would require a whole summer of research, however, and success was far from assured.