Disclaimer: Don't own the Harry Potter series. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this.
Author's Note: As always, reviews are appreciated. Though I understand if you don't leave them... I can be the same way too... So I don't expect so much, especially since I believe completely that you get what you give... Damn Karma....
"Someone's coming," Harry whispered.
Cedric and Harry watched as a short, squat figure approached, its pace steady and its visage obscured by the hood of a cloak. In its arms was a bundle of some sort. Neither could tell if it was anymore than cloth, or whether a baby lay nestled within.
Feelings of distrust and doubt overwhelmed Cedric. He started to back away, looking ahead to mark the progress of this mysterious individual. Harry stood resolute, and threw a questioning glance to Cedric over his shoulder. Cedric only shrugged at raised his wand higher, poised for defense.
Nearer and nearer the person came, steady steps crunching the dead grass beneath. It stopped before a tall marble headstone, turning to look at Harry and Cedric.
Suddenly Harry let loose a feral scream, dropping his wand and clutching his forehead as his knees gave way underneath him. Cedric's gaze shifted rapidly from the hooded figure to Harry, back and forth. He held his wand still firmer, side-stepping back to where Harry was.
"Kill the spare…" came a deathly whisper, seemingly from the bundle of robes in the man's arms.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Cedric's shoulder collided abruptly with Harry's as he fell with a thud to the ground. The rest was darkness…
Cedric woke over an hour later, lying still and listening to the sounds around him. He heard the deathly whisper, then the tone of Harry's voice, back and forth, along with Harry's occasional screams of pain. Immobilized by fear, Cedric lay deadly still, listening carefully, trying to comprehend the situation and what he should do about it.
"Expelliarmus!" Cedric heard Harry shout, just as Voldemort yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"
And suddenly all was light, above Cedric and all along the dead grass of the cemetery. Cedric tilted his head ever so slightly and saw a sight he'd never before encountered. Between Harry's and Volemort's wands was a thick band of golden, uninterrupted light, light eternal lightning, struggling forcefully to be released. Both wizards gripped their wands hard.
Cedric watched anxiously, wishing he could do something, anything, to help Harry escape. But all he did was look on with bated breath, barely hearing Voldemort's pleas for help from his Death Eaters.
The connection seemed to last for an eternity of seconds and minutes, each one as tense as the last. Cedric's eyes glazed over in wonder at the sight of Harry's deceased parents' ghostly forms, and the forms of others he could not recognize. They seemed to be egging Harry on, encouraging him to remain firm and strong, and to hold on tightly.
It ended as suddenly as it started, and it left everyone completely breathless and weary with nerves. Harry ran, as fast as he could, towards Cedric's body.
Cedric quickly closed his eyes and felt Harry hook an arm around his torso tightly, before he accio'ed the Triwizard cup and they both were tugged up, down, and away in a suction space of strong wind and indistinct color. And Cedric opened his eyes to see Harry's eyes tightly shut, shutting out the sensations of pain and trembling nervousness.
They landed harshly upon the soft grass before the stands, and were greeted with many loud screams and shouts, but Harry disregarded all and cried hopelessly into Cedric's chest, gripping the Hufflepuff's shirt tightly in his fists.
"Harry!" many voices called. Among them was Dumbledore's voice, though it was nearly unrecognizable in its uncharacteristic anxiousness.
"He- he's dead!" Harry cried, sobbing as he continued to ball the shirt around his shaking hands.
Cedric took a deep breath, preparing himself to sit up, feeling his head throb painfully. Harry felt Cedric's chest heave underneath his hands, and looked quickly up to his face.
"CEDRIC!" Harry yelled as Cedric sat up slowly, shocking on-comers into stopping in their tracks.
Cedric gulped. "Harry…"