I do not own Harry Potter. All regards to J.K. Rowling
'The cup was a portkey!' Cedric thought as he hurtled through space and hit the ground hard. He appeared, judging from the gravestones, to be in a cemetery. 'Arrrrgghh!' A scream broke the night as he saw Harry clutch his forehead and fall to his knees. 'Harry, what is it? Where are we?' He exclaimed. 'It's Voldemort!' Cedric flinched. 'Where? Here?' Harry gave an agonized cry as Cedric noticed a small figure walking towards them, carrying a small bundle. And then seemingly coming from the bundle itself, came the words. 'Kill the spare.' Cedric had no doubt who the spare was, and as he readied his wand to protect himself, a green jet of light burst forth from the figure's wand, and Cedric knew his death had arrived.
He closed his eyes as it drew nearer, and tensed as it closed in, a few feet away. 'This is it,' he thought. 'I'm gone.' Then he opened his eyes, and found Harry's body directly in front of him. Not breathing, not moving, peaceful. Suddenly an enraged scream came from the bundle, and Cedric realized with a shock that Harry had thrown himself in front of him, taking the blast. The figure approached Cedric as he hunched over, grabbed Harry's body and yelled, 'Accio Cup!' There was another flash of light, a swirling vortex and suddenly, the cheers of the crowd as he arrived back at the Quidditch pitch.