He Must Have Been Happy
Summary: What were Cedric Diggory's thoughts right before his death?
Disclaimer: Really, what is the point of this. We all know what they're going to say!
"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."
I stared at Harry for a moment. Was he serious?
"You-you sure?" I asked, wondering if he was just doing this to be nice.
"Yeah," he replied. "Yeah. we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together."
I stared again for a moment, completely shocked, before I couldn't help but grin and answer, "You're on. Come here."
I grabbed his arm to help him as he limped towards the cup. Maybe not being the only Hogwarts champion wasn't so bad after all.
When we reached the cup, we eached held a hand out towards its as Harry said, " On three, right?"
"One."
This seemed so unreal, I was going to be a Triwizard champion.
"Two."
Well, make that Co-Champion. But still.
"Three!"
We grabbed the cup at the same time, and I felt the ground fall out from beneath me as Harry and I were thrown into what seemed to be a tornado of colors. What was going on?
I got my answer all too soon. We landed on the ground in a dark graveyard.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
I wondered if I was seeing things. I shook my head to clear my vision, but the graveyard didn't disappear. I stood up, and helped Harry to stand.
Then it hit me. The cup had been a portkey! But to where? I decided to ask Harry. "Did anyone tell you the cup was a portkey?"
"Nope. Is this supposed to be part of the task?"
Great. He didn't know either.
"I dunno. Wands out, d'you reckon?"
I was starting to become slightly nervous.
"Yeah," Harry replied. Was it my imagination, or did he seem slightly relieved?
We pulled out our wands in unison. I must have been getting pretty nervous, because I nearly jumped when Harry spoke.
"Someone's coming."
'Someone' was a short hooded figure who was carrying something. It stopped six feet from us, next to a large headstone.
Just then, Harry, crumpled to the ground, his hands on his forehead. I was about to see if he was okay, but a high, icy, voice, a voice so cold a shiver went down my spine and the blood seemed to freeze in my veins, spoke.
"Kill the spare."
Before I had time to figure out what he meant by "spare," a second voice shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
I felt a rushing sound in my ears as a green light flashed before me.
And then there was nothing. Just darkness.
Summary: What were Cedric Diggory's thoughts right before his death?
Disclaimer: Really, what is the point of this. We all know what they're going to say!
"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."
I stared at Harry for a moment. Was he serious?
"You-you sure?" I asked, wondering if he was just doing this to be nice.
"Yeah," he replied. "Yeah. we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together."
I stared again for a moment, completely shocked, before I couldn't help but grin and answer, "You're on. Come here."
I grabbed his arm to help him as he limped towards the cup. Maybe not being the only Hogwarts champion wasn't so bad after all.
When we reached the cup, we eached held a hand out towards its as Harry said, " On three, right?"
"One."
This seemed so unreal, I was going to be a Triwizard champion.
"Two."
Well, make that Co-Champion. But still.
"Three!"
We grabbed the cup at the same time, and I felt the ground fall out from beneath me as Harry and I were thrown into what seemed to be a tornado of colors. What was going on?
I got my answer all too soon. We landed on the ground in a dark graveyard.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
I wondered if I was seeing things. I shook my head to clear my vision, but the graveyard didn't disappear. I stood up, and helped Harry to stand.
Then it hit me. The cup had been a portkey! But to where? I decided to ask Harry. "Did anyone tell you the cup was a portkey?"
"Nope. Is this supposed to be part of the task?"
Great. He didn't know either.
"I dunno. Wands out, d'you reckon?"
I was starting to become slightly nervous.
"Yeah," Harry replied. Was it my imagination, or did he seem slightly relieved?
We pulled out our wands in unison. I must have been getting pretty nervous, because I nearly jumped when Harry spoke.
"Someone's coming."
'Someone' was a short hooded figure who was carrying something. It stopped six feet from us, next to a large headstone.
Just then, Harry, crumpled to the ground, his hands on his forehead. I was about to see if he was okay, but a high, icy, voice, a voice so cold a shiver went down my spine and the blood seemed to freeze in my veins, spoke.
"Kill the spare."
Before I had time to figure out what he meant by "spare," a second voice shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
I felt a rushing sound in my ears as a green light flashed before me.
And then there was nothing. Just darkness.