Title: Complete and Utterly Dark
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death and slash.
Summary: The thoughts of one Cedric Diggory just before his death.
Author Notes: This is the very first Cedric/Harry thing I've ever written, but I thought I would take a stab at one of my favorite pairings. I hope that the characters aren't too out of character. Please review, for I'd love you know your opinion on this short piece. I hope that you enjoy and this was beta'd by myself. So, feel free to point out errors that may have occurred, although I tried to be precise.
Word count is 378 (I hope that isn't too short). So, I'm unsure if this would be a ficlet or a drabble. I'm not that savvy with writing fanfiction because I don't write a lot of it.
Complete and Terribly Dark
By margindoodles
His mind felt as if it was almost completely blank as the fear swept in and stole his thoughts. The air was dark and dank as well a foreboding. The feel of the area just tunneled into his bones and began to cease all movement. His gray eyes flashed back and forth, this way and that, taking in the picture of the graveyard.
"Harry," he murmured his voice low and tinged with shock, "the cup was a portkey." The sentence seemed to breath from him as he moved from the awkward kneeling to walk hastily to the messy, raven haired boy.
"I want you to take the cup and get out of here." Harry ordered urgently. The other boy's emerald green eyes intent and unwavering as they stared back into Cedric's own.
The other boy could only shake his head as he pulled at Harry's tense palm. Why wouldn't they go back together? was all the older boy could wonder before a rasping voice came from an alcove near the back of the graveyard.
The fear came swooping in again as Harry thrust a hand to his forehead, his eyes clenched shut. Cedric's body continually told him to run. In fact, it was almost as if his mind had begun to chant: run, run, run. Over and over his instincts fought with his brain.
And, before the young Hufflepuff even knew what had happened, everything was going black around him. The world shifted from images to shapes and then to merely shadows before vanishing altogether.
There would no longer be the loyal, honest, kind, and brave Hufflepuff known as Cedric Diggory. Voldemort had stolen his life and Harry's gut clenched as he endured the graveyard scene—wishing that he could tentatively hold Cedric's hand and all of it would go back to what it had been moments, days, even weeks beforehand.
Harry wished he could go back to the awkward, shuffling boy who had just discovered he fancied the charismatic Hufflepuff champion, but now Cedric was dead and nothing would bring him back. Harry felt the world around him turn black as well. Yet, not because of his own death, but because he swore he felt his heart collapse in on itself.