His grey eyes locked on his fellow Champion that was writhing on the ground. He had never felt so useless and confused in his entire life as he watched, still perplexed, the creature in the strange man's hand uttering with a croaky, demanding tone, "Kill the spare."
He heard that quite clearly, as the graveyard was as silent as the dead was. Chills went through his body, his mind shut down for a moment when the man raised his wand and pointed that towards him.
Harry's pained green eyes widened, understanding quickly dawning in his eyes. He screamed, his hands stretched towards Cedric with desperation, his magic whirling around, "No!"
Cedric didn't know how Harry was still able to scream that, he was clearly in pain and should be incapable of even worrying about him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
He flared his magic, out of survival instinct and panic, when his eyes registered the green flash of a Killing Curse about to hit him and then―
There was nothing.
English isn't my native language, pardon me for any mistakes that I made in this story.