The user Lassenri asked me to continue his story, so I'm going to give it a try.

In the days that followed, a lot people had tried to ask me about that night, but Draco knew I didn't want to talk about it, and kept everyone away from me. He had even hexed a couple of students who kept trying to get me to talk about him, leaving them in the hospital wing with their skin turning a different color every 5 minutes, which caused a lot of pain. I would have laughed, but I just couldn't right now. From that moment, people had apparently decided it was saver to just wait until I would say something myself. I wasn't planning on talking to anyone but Draco, but I knew I would have to at some point, his parents, friends and Cho Chang deserved to know the truth. "Draco, do you know how I could get in contact with Mrs and Mr Diggory? They deserve to know the truth about how their son died." It hurt to say it, the pain that the memory of that night caused was almost unbearable.

I sat at a small table, Cedrics parents in front of me, and Draco next to me, one arm around me, holding me close. "Eh, I wanted to talk to you about" I sighed, I couldn't even say it out loud. "about what happened after the third task. " Draco stroked his arm over my back, comforting me. Both of he adults nodded, and I saw a battle in their eyes, between wanting me to go on, and not wanting to talk about their son. "We were in the maze, at the middle of it, both facing the trophy. We had decided it would be the fairest if we both grabbed it at the same time, so that we would both win. But it turned out to be a portkey, that brought us to a graveyard. We didn't know where we were, and thought it might be another part of the task. That's when Peter Pettigrew walked toward us, holding a weird creature in his hands, covered in clothes. The creature said to him to kill the spare, and before we realized what happened, there was a bright, green light, Cedric flew through the air, and he just lay there." I couldn't talk anymore, as I was almost choking on my tears. Draco pulled me close, comforting me in the special way only he could do that, and Mrs. And Mr. Diggory looked at each other with tears in their eyes. 'Thank you Harry, it, it means a lot to us." The woman whispered, than she and her husband walked away, holding each other, attempting to cope with the pain of losing their son.

When they were gone, I snuggled up to Draco's side, needing his warmth and comfort. I felt his arm around me and heard the sweet words of comfort in my ear. He carried me to the Gryffindor common room, where he sat down on one of the couches. My head rested in his lap, while he stroked his hand over my face, we still got stared at, but it really didn't matter. I felt my eyelids grow tired, when i suddenly felt an owl landing on my leg, holding a black envelope in his mouth. Wondering who would write me right now, I thought I would be clear I didn't feel like talking or writing to anyone but Draco, I curiously opened the envelope, inside was a letter on special black parchment, and as soon as I read who wrote it to me, I understood it was an invitation, to a funeral, to Cedric's funeral. It suddenly became all too real, too close, I couldn't pretend it was all just a bad dream anymore, pretend Cedric would walk through the doors of the great hall next morning, smiling and talking to his friends about how he and I had won the Triwizard Tournament, because now he had a funeral.

In the invitation Mrs. And Mr. Diggory also asked me to do something on the funeral, to say goodbye to Cedric, of course I agreed to do something, I knew Cedric would have wanted me to do something. The only question was, what I wanted to do. My first choose was to write a speech for Cedric, about how brave he was, and how much I would miss him.

Me and Draco sat down in the Gryffindor common room, I knew I had to write this by my own, but I needed Draco with me. We both sat in silent, as he watched me writing, scrabbling, writing, scrabbling, writing, throwing the paper away. I just couldn't do it, whatever I wrote, it was not good enough for Cedric, it didn't express how I really felt, I couldn't describe it on paper. I wanted everyone to know how much Cedric had meant to me, but it just wouldn't work like this. I sighed and cuddled up against Draco's chest, not wanting to write anymore. "You know, if the speech doesn't work for you, you've always had an incredible voice, and in a song you could really express the feelings, through your voice. You could sing at the funeral." I looked at him, why hadn't I thought of that? I've always liked singing, and both Cedric and Draco had always complimented me on my voice, it was the perfect solution!

In the days before the funeral, i wrote down all the songs that would fit, I was lucky to know that much songs, but it wasn't really surprising, since music was usually all I had to enjoy myself at the Dursleys. With help from Draco, we'd managed to bring down the list to three songs, but I couldn't chose from those three. The list was like this

Now you belong to heaven

Heaven got another angel

Fly away my friend

They were all beautiful songs, and all of them had left me in tears after listening. I memorized the lyrics from each of them, so I could decide tomorrow, the day of the funeral.

As expected, I didn't get much sleep that night.

I hope you liked it, next chapter will be Cedric's funeral, mostly because I also haven't decided about the songs yet. Leave a review behind to let me know how I did.