Prologue
Harry Potter stared at the lifeless boy in his arms. Tears streamed down his face and pain clamped his throat shut and he struggled to breath, even though he was hyperventilating. He barely heard the background cheers turn to screams, not unlike the ones in muggle horror movies. The deep shriek of "MY SON!" was ignored as Harry clung to his one love in the cold world that seemed to be out to ruin his life.
His heart ached painfully in his chest, his ribcage close to bursting. This was it, this was the end.
He was prised away from Cedric Diggory's dead body by a blurry person. Harry tried to resist, but his body was too weak. Everything had turned into slow motion, and he was reaching for the boy he had oh-so-quickly fallen in love with as he was pulled towards the large Castle behind him.
"Cedric..." He sobbed, knowing that nothing was ever going to be the same.