A/N I don't own Harry Potter :-( This is for the "I'm about to die !" Challenge by A Sirius crush on Moony over at the HPFC Forum .
Enjoy !
I saw the cup on top of a podium. I wasn't the only one.
"Together ?" Harry shouted .
I gave a brief nod as we started to quicken our pace to a jog.
"Ready ?" I asked as we arrived to the podium .
"On the count of three -" Harry said .
"1..."
We moved forward so there was little space between us and the handles .
"2..."
The realisation hit me , I was going to win !
"3 !"
I grasped the handle tightly and felt the familliar out-of-body experience that came with a portkey .
I found myself on the ground in a dark place filled with fog . I sat up and checked myself for bruises , the girls would soon go off me if I had a big bruise on my face or had a broken arm .
"Where are we ?" I questioned Harry.
He just looked round to try to put the pieces of his surroundings together .
"I'm don't know where but I'm pretty sure this is a graveyard ."
I stood up and started looking around at some off the graves to see if I reconised anyone .
Tom Riddle Senior I read . I know that name from somewhere ...
"Cedric , I think we should get out of here -"
"KILL THE SPARE !" A snake-like voice hissed loudly .
I turned to see a bright green light enter my chest. The pain was like fire and was burning my whole body .
My body was shutting down bit by bit faster than lightning .
This was it.
This was the end.
I felt my limp body crash to the ground as the last ounces of my life were drained from me .