A/N: Just a short little note for y'all. This was originally a story called Secrets, which I took down over a year ago and put The Unknown up. However, recently I was looking through some of my stories, and decided to edit this, and repost it as a SLASH story. If you have a problem with Slash, please leave. Otherwise, R/R.


The Unknown, Chapter 1:I Didn't Do It



Harry Potter sat on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest. He was shivering. Not only that, but he was murmuring something that sounded strangely like I didn't do it.

He was unable to sleep, and whenever he tried, he dreamed of Cedric. He sat there, until it turned to morning, when he'd be forced to make Dudley's breakfast, for it was his birthday. Harry rested his head on his worn out pillow, and soon fell asleep.

Dream Sequence

Harry looked around, trying to figure out where he was. But, he couldn't. He didn't recognize the church, nor the cemetery. He walked around, searching for a clue. Passing the M's and the N's and even the O's, he finally found the P's. Right there was a clue: James and Lily Potter. Shaken, Harry reached his hand out, to trace the name of his father. Suddenly, everything started to shake. People, no ghosts, some flying from their graves, and towards Harry.

"You did it. You did it." They said repeatedly.

"Did what?" he whispered, afraid. The ghosts continued to come closer. Three familiar looking people flew over towards him: Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Sirius Black.

"You killed us," The three shrieked at him, and the ghosts began circling him. He gasped, and screamed, "I didn't do it! I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" As the ghost of Cedric Diggory joined them, and they all quieted.

"But, you did" The ghost of Cedric told him, smiling evilly. Harry continued to shake in fear, and yell, "I didn't do it!"

"Do what?' he overgrown cousin yelled, shaking him. Harry turned, and mumbled, "I didn't do it". Dudley, who was now annoyed, began to shake him furiously, to wake him up. Harry opened his eyes, to find the face of his cousin, mad. He gulped, and jumped out of his bed.

"Potter! Make us our damn breakfast, NOW!" his uncle yelled at him from downstairs. Dudley left, and Harry threw on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. He hurried downstairs, and to the kitchen. There was his uncle, all dressed up and waiting. Harry got out some eggs and began to make pancakes. He did them in record time, and served them on the table. He then went back upstairs, and to his room. There, he found an owl sitting on his bed. He didn't recognize the owl, but curiously took off the letter, and opened it.

Dear Mr. Harry J. Potter,

We would like to invite you to the funeral of our son, Cedric Anthony Diggory. It will take place the 8th of July. The 7th will be the viewing. If you can make it, please let us know.

Thank You for bringing our sons body back. We really do appreciate it.

Mr. And Mrs. Amos Diggory.

Harry reread the letter, and carefully folded it up. Should he go? It would only be right to go. He thought for a moment, before taking out his own quill, and began to write a letter to the Diggory's.

Attaching the letter to the owl, who must have been very loyal for waiting for Harry to reply, he opened the window, and the owl flew off. Harry lay down on his bed, but didn't fall asleep. Instead, he just thought.

Meanwhile, Brenda Diggory was going through letters that they had received. There were well over 100, most from kids that knew Cedric at Hogwarts. Kids that wrote to say how sorry they were. Brenda reached the near bottom of the stack, when Goodrich, their new owl, flew in with a letter. Brenda took the letter from him, and carefully opened it. Neatly scrawled, was a letter from a young Potter. It read:

Dear Mr. And Mrs. Diggory,

I am terribly sorry for the loss of your son, Cedric. Cedric was a good guy, and will be missed. I will be able to make the funeral, but is there any chance that you could send a portkey to me, so that I can get there? My relatives have blocked the fireplace, so I am unable to use Floo Powder.

Thank you for inviting me.

Harry J. Potter.

Brenda placed the letter on a shelf, and took out her wand. Quickly, she turned a watch into the portkey, and set it to go to her house. She wrote a letter back to Harry, and attached both the letter and the watch to the owl in a long envelope. The owl flew off to Number 4 Privet drive.

Brenda yawned, and lay down on her bed. Closing her eyes, she went to sleep.

Harry Potter did not, however. Instead, he stayed up to write his Defense paper, on the imperious Curse. What it was, what it felt like. All of that. He read his finished essay to himself, and set it aside. He picked up his History of Magic book, and began to read. Not even half way through the section about Hosmeade, Harry fell asleep, dreaming not happy thoughts, but sad thoughts. Of Cedric, his parents, Cho, Ron, Hermione, and Voldemort.

The next morning, Harry awoke to find the Diggory's owl waiting for him. Attached was a long envelope. Harry held onto the owl and took the envelope. Careful not to touch the watch, he took the letter out, and scanned over it.

Included is a watch, which is a portkey. It'll only work if you touch it on the 6th, at exactly 4:34 pm.

Harry stopped reading and looked at his calendar. It was the 2nd. 4 more days. He continued to read

Take care, and we will see you then.

Brenda Diggory.

Harry placed the envelope and letter to the side, before heading downstairs to help the Dursley's clean up the house, for Aunt Marge was coming the next day. Harry groaned at the idea. Aunt Marge would bring one of her stupid dogs, which would most likely bite Harry if they could. Harry shivered, and began to speak to his uncle.

"Uncle Vernon, I will be going to a friends on the 6th." Harry reported. Vernon looked up angrily from the vacuum cleaner.

"Over my dead body" he sneered, and placed a new bag into the vacuum cleaner.

"Oh, I guess that can be arranged. Very nicely, indeed. By the way, I was about to send a letter to Sirius." Vernon froze and sighed defeated.

"Fine, you can go. Just, don't write a letter to your godfather". Harry grinned and finished cleaning. Finally, the Dursley's left to go shopping for new clothes: Dudley had gained 10 pounds and needed new pants. Harry waited until he heard their car, and ran upstairs to Dudley's room. He turned on the TV and began to watch MTV. He watched TV for several hours, until Dudley and his parents returned, and then Harry snuck off to his room and shut his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

"One day, you will be dead. You can count on that." A voice whispered from far away, as the young Potter slept.