A/N: This is my first fanfiction so be kind :) Im not sure when exactly I can update I'm a little busy but I will try to update as often as I can it will probably be once a week or once a couple of days :)
So anyway here we go.

"Kill the spare" said a cold voice.
There was, suddenly, a swishing noise as someone pulled out their wand. And quickly, ever so quickly two words echoed into the night:
"Avada Kedavra."
There was a green, brilliant light, then a sensation of pain. Terrible pain. Which, when experienced, would cause someone to writhe in agony arching their backs. And the person experiencing the 'Avada Kedavra' curse did writhe in pain. But through all this pain the person did have a confused and desperate thought; isn't the killing curse supposed to be painless? And so the curse was, but this was not the killing curse.

Cedric Diggory opened his eyes.
Was this Heaven? He pondered. The pain had gone and he felt great, in fact, he felt better than he had in years. And then he remembered the grave yard and Harry, was the grave yard the last challenge to win the tri-wizard tournament cup, the 'Avada Kedavra' seemed a little ominous. And if the killing curse indicated anything, it indicated bad fortune. Cedric hated to think what would befall Harry Potter.

His vision was fuzzy but after a couple of blinks his view became clearer, he finally focused on his surroundings. It was a plain room, with the bed he was lying in and the armchair in the corner as the only furniture. There was a big window to the left of the bed and through it he could see a dense forest of trees. It must be a country house he thought. This wasn't heaven, of that he was sure.
Cedric suddenly became aware of a man, dressed in old fashioned attire, leaning against a wall, the man had a shockingly pale skin tone and honey coloured eyes. Seeing Cedric awake, the man walked over. Every time the man's foot hit the ground Cedric could hear a soft thump. It took him a moment to realize it was the man's footsteps he was hearing. Cedric was about to say something to the man maybe asking where he was, when he noticed an itch at the back of his throat, he tried to swallow but the itch wouldn't go away.
He must be experiencing the thirst for the first time.
The voice was muffled, but had no source. Cedric looked around to make sure there was no one else in the room and finally decided that the voice must have come from the strange man, who hadn't moved his lips.
"I am Carlisle, I was the doctor you had while you were suffering from the Spanish influenza." The strange man said at last.
The man had an American accent.
"I've never had the Spanish influenza or any other muggle illness." Cedric said looking extremely puzzled.
"Muggle?" asked the man named Carlisle. "What is a muggle? No matter, you're probably confused from you're transformation."
I will question him later on the word muggle and how he got his English accent, for now he must come to terms with what he is and quench his thirst.
The muffled voice sounded again, but Carlisle seemed not to notice it. For now, Cedric was more worried about the transformation Carlisle had mentioned than the muffled voice.
"What is this transformation you mentioned" asked Cedric suspiciously, aware again of the itchiness in the back of his throat which was beginning to feel like an ache.
Carlisle smiled "you, Edward Anthony Mason, are a vampire."
Carlisle held up a small hand held mirror which he was holding behind his back. Cedric didn't comment on the name, he looked at his new appearance and decided that a new name was probably best for what he was; a monster. All he could do was stare at the mirror, stare at the red eyes glaring back at him.

Nearly 1 hundred years later

Amos Diggory flung the door open to the bedroom and walked inside, his face drained of blood as if he had seen a ghost.
"How was the holiday in America?" Asked Mrs. Diggory who was lying in bed reading a book about a witch who had fallen in love with Merlin.
He mumbled for a bit stuttering on his words. The only word Mrs. Diggory could make out was the name Cedric.
She looked up at him her face a stony calm.
"What did I tell you about bringing him up."
"I've seen him, Sarah, I've seen our Cedric" he cried.
Sarah got up immediately.
"Where?" She asked.
"In Forks, Washington."