Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter, because if I did these scenarios would be cannon.
This story is an alternate version the ending to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
"Kill the spare!"
Cedric instinctively hit the ground and Harry copied the older boy's actions. Half a second later a green light sailed straight through the spot where Cedric had been standing. The older Hufflepuff gulped as his blood began pulsing through his veins, heart quickening. He had to think fast as cloaked figures were already approaching him and Harry. Harry was only a fourth year, whereas Cedric was a sixth year and a prefect, which meant it was his responsibility to get them away from here. Even though he knew that Harry had time and again proved himself to be a competent self-reliant wizard, particularly after slaying a basilisk at the age of twelve during Cedric's fourth year. Speaking of prizes, Cedric eyed the tri-wizard cup, which he now knew was a portkey set to go off the moment it made contact with bare skin. His mind raced as he weighed the chances of it being reversible as most porkeys wont to be. Then he glanced back at the figures not ten feet from him that were wearing skull like masks. Cedric had seen enough news clippings from the first wizarding war to know that those mask had once been worn by the Death Eaters and probably were now. He'd have to take a gamble on the porktey, because for the time for hesitation was long past.
"You-" Harry began as he looked at the cloaked figure they'd seen initially.
Cedric took a deep breath and held it. Fingers grappled at Harry's shoulder as he dragged the younger boy over the two inches Cedric needed as leverage to hold him and grab the tri-wizard cup at the same time.
"Petrificus totalus!" one of the cloaked figures shouted as the portkey whisked both of the champions back from whence they came. The spell only missed Cedric by a hair.
The Hufflepuff found the breath he'd been holding was soon forced out of him as landed with a thud on the ground at the edge of the hedge maze. The entire quidditch pitch erupted all at once. The faculty, including Dumbledore and Professors McGonagall and Sprout were right beside the two in a matter of minutes.
"Death Eaters" Cedric bit out. "Tried to kill us. It was a setup."
Harry simply gulped and nodded. There wasn't much more he could add to that statement. Then he remembered what he'd seen just before Cedric had portkeyed them out.
"Wormtail" Harry told Dumbledore. "He was there. In the cemetery. Tried to use an unforgivable on Ced."
"This is grave news indeed" Dumbledore said as he eyed the two of them carefully before waving Madame Pomfrey over. "I'll need to keep you two in my office for the time being while we sort out these matters."
Harry and Cedric looked at each other and nodded. They were willing to do what was asked of them if it meant keeping the school safe. They were questioned immediately by Dumbledore in the moments following their arrival at his office. Both were able to give a detailed, if minute, description of the cemetery they'd been in. Leading the Headmaster to apparate away shortly after to an undisclosed location, leaving Harry and Cedric in the care of Minerva McGonagall. Snape also lingered in the corner of the room, scowling at Harry all the while. It was clear that he didn't want to be here looking after either of them, particularly not Harry.
Mad-Eye Moody arrived a while later and instead of greeting Professor McGonagall and apprising her of how the aurors were handling the tournament mishap. He fired a curse in her direction before summoning Harry to his side using "accio". Cedric and Professor Snape were quick to send stunners his way, Snape's being the only one Moody hadn't been expecting and had therefore been unable to dodge. Then he turned to McGonagall and cast "Envenerate" on her.
Snape eyed the unconscious auror at his feet and unhooked the belt Moody's hip flask in place, twisting the cap and taking a whiff of its contents.
"Polyjuice" he said contemptuously. "It will ware off momentarily. Then we will see who's been masquerading around dressed as an auror. Incompetent fool."
"Well I daresay I'm grateful for your interference Severus" McGonagall intoned. "We'll have enough trouble if Albus doesn't get there in time. This imposter was obviously the one to set everything off."
"Undoubtedly" Snape answered as he spoke an incantation that binding the man with a set of what seemed to Harry to be invisible ropes. "We'll see what he has to say when I get through with him."
Harry gulped slightly and was suddenly glad that it wasn't him Snape was angry at for once. Cedric continued to watch the door to Dumbledore's office warily. He'd know Harry was a magnet for trouble, but this was beyond anything he'd expected.
Dumbledore appeared before them a half an hour later with smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
"I've left Peter Pettigrew and several others at the Ministry and have trusted people watching them" Dumbledore said looking directly at Harry. "You should be expecting a couple of visitors soon."
Harry brightened considerably at this. He knew the headmaster was talking about Remus and Sirius, which meant that Sirius was now likely a free man.
"Thank you" Harry answered quietly.
"You're welcome, my boy" Dumbledore answered. "Now who is this?"
"Barty Crouch Jr." Professor McGonagall said as she came out of her shock at hearing Peter Pettigrew's name as though he were alive. She'd have to talk to Albus about that later.
Snape looked ready to stab something, probably Harry or Sirius, for ruining his day once again. He'd rather enjoyed the idea of Sirius in Azkaban or starving and on the run.
"Now we must settle the conundrum of who is to be the Tri-Wizard champion" Dumbledore said taking a seat at his desk and looking expectantly at Harry and Cedric. "We'll need to announce it quickly before the press gets swept up in...other news."
"It's Cedric" Harry said pointing to the older Hufflepuff. "He's the one who got us out the graveyard when those Death Eaters were coming for us."
"So you admit you couldn't manage to save yourself this time, Potter?" Snape asked with a sardonic curl to his lip.
"Well I didn't!" Harry answered, giving him a pointed glare. "You heard what I said."
Professor McGonagall looked torn between telling him off for disrespecting a Professor and laughing so hard her cheeks hurt. She settled for the first one.
"We understand, Mr. Potter. Regardless of what you think, we all have your best interest at heard. Right Severus?" McGonagall said with an expectant raise of her eyebrow as she turned to Snape.
"Of course, Minerva" Snape answered with a not quite scowl.
"It should go to Harry, he's the one who agreed to share the cup with me in the first place" Cedric put in. "I couldn't have gotten through the traps in the maze, the ones that weren't part of the task, alive without him."
"You got us out of the graveyard though" Harry pointed out. "We'd have been dead or with Voldemort if you hadn't done that. I don't really need any more attention from the Prophet anyway."
"But-" Cedric tried to disagree, but Harry simply shook his head.
"Well it seems we've come to a consensus" Dumbledore said smiling. "It seems Hogwarts has a new Tri-Wizard champion. Congratulations Mr. Diggory."
"At least your dad will be happy about it" Harry reminded him.
Cedric took on an exasperated look in response.
"Great, now he won't shut up about it all summer, thanks Potter."
"Better you than me" Harry replied, grinning.