A/N: OMG is this an update? I do believe so! Sorry again for it taking so long guys! The chapter after this is super long so it's going to take me forever to type up because my son doesn't take long naps anymore ;3; But it will be up soon! I'm so glad I have the drive to write again :3 Anyways, in this chapter you are beginning to see where the whole thing is beginning to fall apart. The Cedric/Harry bit anyways...annnnnd next chapter you guys will loathe him ;3; sorry! To make it up to those who love this pairing, I promise I will write a one shot for them :3

anyways, enjoy!

Chapter 2 (Cedric's POV)

The sunlight filtered through my window, causing me to groan. It was way too early to be up. It should be a crime for the sun to be so jovial in its greeting of the day. I attempted to wrestle the covers over my head, only to realise that they were stuck. Blinking in confusion, I turned my head to see why and fought down a grin.

My beautiful little muerte had cocooned himself with my comforter. Only his face peered through a small opening in the fabric. I felt an inexplicable urge to snap photos of the even for later perusal, but managed to quash it as I reached out to gently brush a few of his bangs from his face. He was so small. So fragile looking. I scowled as I remembered why. It had been brought up days earlier, when father, Sirius, and I had corralled my lover into the sitting room for a talk.

Harry had woken up the first night from a nightmare of his cousin catching him. He'd been clawing at his throat when I finally was made aware of it. After waking him, I cradled him as he sobbed and told me what exactly had happened this summer. What had nearly happened. It had taken all I had not to apparate to the Dursley's and introduce them to what real pain was. I wanted them to suffer. I don't think Harry had ever been so forth coming with how his family treated him summer after summer. Not even with Silver Hope, our little mini family of outcasts. I detested those humans for touching what was mine. No one could touch Harry unless I said so. It was bad enough I had to allow Harry's actual mate to touch him.

I trailed fingers through what little hair was visible through the covers my lover was snuggled in. I sighed, with a soft smile on my face.

Today was the day of the Quidditch World Cup. Ireland and Bulgaria were battling each other and I had front row tickets to the game. I planned on surprising my little muerte at breakfast. Father was on board with the idea. He absolutely loved Harry.

A moan brought my attention back to the mop of hair beneath my comforter and I smiled. I shifted the blankets a bit so that his face was visible and planted soft kisses this face. He was all mine fore the rest of the summer. And if I had anything to say about it, he'd even do away with his mate. I didn't like that Atropos had so much sway with mine own.

My soft innocent little death. Bright green eyes opened and I stopped my assault on his face, a toothy grin stretching across my own.

"Good morning, Muerte." I intoned softly, caressing his face as he yawned and sleepily rubbed at his eyes.

I watched as Harry became more aware of his surroundings and preened under the gaze of love and caring that the young dementor bestowed me. It made everything possessive in me crawl to the forefront of my mind. I was so very glad that this child was pure for me.

"Good morning, Ced." He whispered with a warm smile, reaching out a hand to brush the side of my face with tender fingers.

"We should get up. I have a surprise for you today."

His emerald eyes widened in shock, but I didn't miss of the glimmer of hopeful excitement that shone in them.

"Really?"

I nodded and chuckled when I was instantly covered in kisses and a lap full of prince. When we pulled away from each other he grinned impishly and then wiggled on my lap. White hot pleasure speared my groin and I moaned. I attempted to pull him close only to find he'd disappeared from my grasp. I opened my eyes and found him standing by the bathroom door with a smug look on his face. He giggled when I growled at him and sat up, moving towards him. He squeaked and fled into the room beyond. It was a while before we left the bathroom.

- 3rd Person-

Harry' eyes were wide as he looked about him. The scarlet colours of Bulgaria and the green of Ireland fanned out across the field in an explosion of vibrancy. It left him breathless. He could barely keep his gaze to one thing, there was too much going on! He quickly grabbed Cedric's hand as he joined his lover outside the tent they had set up earlier. He felt like a child again, only he was fourteen and instead of an amusement park he was in a magically enclosed area, about to watch the two most talked about teams go at it. He loved magic!

Mr. Amos had gone on ahead of he and Cedric, claiming that he would save the teens a seat in one of the VIP boxes. Speaking of Cedric, the Shadow Demon had hold of his hand, leading him towards the stadium where the game was to take place.

The young dark creature winced when people first noticed exactly WHO he was and whose hand he was holding, but he perked right up when he spotted Mr. Amos waving happily from their reserved box seats. He grinned at Cedric's father, eyes shining softly. Even if he and Ced parted ways, he knew he would always have a home with the elder Diggory. It was definitely heart warming.

"Harry!" Cried a feminine voice and the soul eater fledgling turned in surprise to see Luna skipping to them.

Cedric let go of Harry's hand as the petite wizard moved forward, gathering his sister in a tight embrace.

"Luna! What are you doing here?" He asked, not noticing the brief look of irritation that passed over the Shadow Demon's face when Luna and he embraced.

Luna did and her eyes narrowed. She didn't like the possessive vibes the dark demon was giving off. It made her uneasy because of its intensity. What had happened to her brother, that now Cedric was bothered by even friends showing their love of his boyfriend? If he was so irritated by friendly affection, how was he going to react when Harry saw Atropos again? Deciding she'd keep her firm eyes on the Shadow Demon, she gave Harry a beautific smile and hugged him closer.

"Well my father was offered a seat after helping with finding the nesting place of a Harfleumph." The dementor child giggled and pulled away from his sister and turned towards his boyfriend. They, of course, refrained from asking her what a Harfelumph was.

"Can they join us?"

Unable to deny his little one anything, he gave a nod with a small smirk. Happy emeralds darted to his blonde sister before the boy launched himself at his lover, giving the taller boy a multitude of kisses. Eventually, they parted and Harry grabbed both Luna's and Cedric's hands and pulled them toward Mr. Amos. Once there, Cedric asked if his father could tell Xenophilius Lovegood that his daughter was with them, that if he wanted to join her, he was more than welcome.

Amos nodded as the group of friends settled in their seats, the excitement was palpable in the air, making even the calmest of people fidget. The three Silver Hope members talked animated,t about the upcoming match, fully engrossed in their conversations, so at first they didn't hear the small squabble. That was quickly reminded when they heard the soft smooth drawl of Draco Malfoy.

Sure enough, in the box seat beside them was Draco Malfoy, his mother and father standing calmly beside their son. It seemed they were being forced to share a seat with the Weasley family. Hermione included, who was shooting the Malfoy heir dirty looks of profound loathing.

"Draco!" Harry called out, rising from his little group and crossing the threshold that separated both from the other.

As one, the Malfoy's and the Weasley's turned curious eyes to see who had interrupted them. Only the Malfoy's remained at all interested, where as the Weasley's and Harry's ex-friends curled their lips in disdain. Draco noticed that his little Gryffindor friend had stepped back with a wide and slightly nervous glance at the bloody traitors, and tsked in annoyance before he straightened and stepped rewards the younger.

"Harry! It's good to see you again. You look well!" He commented politely, preening under the prideful gleam in his parents eyes.

Harry, meanwhile, blushed but he closed the distance between them and pulled the taller blond into a bone crushing hug. The Elder Malfoy's looked on them in astonishment, their eyes bugging when Draci hugged his petite dementor friend in return.

"Thank you, Draco. It's great to see you as well! How is Severus? Have you heard anything from him?" Harry asked once they'd separated.

Before Draco could reply a cough from his father had him casting his eyes back to his parents. He witnessed as his mother quickly hid a smile, while his father seemed overwhelmed with the familiarity with which Harry had spoken of his oldest friend. Draco smirked and decided to have fun with this knowledge.

"Uncle Sev came by a few times during the summer. He kept asking if I'd received any mail from 'the brat' lately. He seemed particularly concerned with how those muggles were treating you." He drawled with a raised brow, honest inquisitive glimmers in his gaze.

Harry blushed and bit his lip. He didn't want to go into detail with the Elder Malfoy's or even the Weasley's present. But he was overly, embarrassingly pleased that his potion's professor was concerned with his welfare. So instead of answering right off, the raven haired prince finally smiled.

"I'm glad he's doing alright. I am spending this last week before school with Cedric. I'm sorry I was unable to write more often. Vernon tried to keep the mailing to a minimum." There, now Draco would catch on to what he was saying.

Hopefully he would pass in the message to the professor. By the immediate scowl on the Slytherin's face, he'd understood.

"I'll let him know. He won't be pleased, but I'll let him know."

"Son."

Startled, the teen in question flinched and stared at his father with wide innocent eyes.

"Yes, father?"

"Be kind enough to introduce me to your friend."

Harry raised a brow this time. He knew Lucius. He was the reason why Ginny had ended up in the Chamber, he remembered when Mr. Weasley had thrown a punch at the elegant blond man and winced. He also ended up with Dobby after tricking Lucius into giving said house elf clothes, thereby gaining Dobby's freedom. This man should be absolutely and vehemently against anything Potter. Draco huffed and grasped his friend's hand tightly yet comfortingly.

"This, father, is my friend Harry Potter. Harry, this is my father and my mother." He replied, daring his father with his stare, daring him to say anything disparaging against his fellow student.

Harry held his free hand out shyly to be shaken, expecting a reprimand or scoff. He was suitably surprised when Draco's mother gripped his smaller hand in her delicate ones.

"Call me Narcissa, dear. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, young soul eater." The Malfoy matriarch stated softly, kindly.

She kept her voice low enough not to be overheard by the openly scowling family behind them. The dark creature's green eyes appeared surprised before the young child's posture relaxed and he grinned.

"Thank you ma'am. Draco had told me all about how you make wicked cakes. Maybe we could bake together?" He offered, feeling confident now that at least the missus was willing to allow bygones be bygones.

Delighted tinkles of laughter burst from Narcissa's throat, seemingly astonishing everyone, including herself, before she nodded with one last squeeze of the younger wizard's hand; letting go a second later.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to swap recipes with you while you're at school. Maybe we can find one particular sweet to work on together." She replied mischievously, like she was about to perform a great prank.

Harry grinned in pleasure and quickly agreed. He enjoyed cooking even if his relatives used it as a chore, it was very relaxing for him. Lucius cleared his throat, causing Harry's face to drain of colour. But when the young Gryffindor turned his attention to the patriarch of the Malfoy line, he was stunned to see a gentleness in the blond's silver eyes. He quickly gripped Harry's hand and gave it a firm squeeze.

"Lucius Malfoy. Forgive past impressions you may have had of me, child. As a pure blood, I should have had better decorum."

Harry snorted, realising that the older was teasing him and gave Draco's father a cheeky grin.

"Well met, Lucius. Finally able to see past the loss of Dobby, are you?"

The older wizard scoffed and straightened, releasing Harry's hand and lifting his chin.

"One house elf being lifted from my personal store, hardly will cause me to lose sleep."

Snickering, because Draco knew for a fact that his father had been so livid with the loss of Dobby he managed to drown himself in a whole bottle of firewiskey, the younger Malfoy ruffled Harry's hair.

"So what are you doing at the World Cup?"

Harry blushed a vibrant red and ducked his head.

"Cedric invited me. We're sitting in the other box seat if you'd like to join us and get away from..." His eyes turned flinty," certain individuals."

Remembering his previous squabble with the now one-armed Ron, the blond heir sneered, an almost exact replica of his Uncle.

"Oh yes. If nearly forgotten we were still in the midst of traitors."

Instantly the Weasley family shouted out obscenities, Ron's voice carrying the loudest.

"Well it takes traitors to know one, right Potter? Tell me, has Slytherin made you its whore yet?" He stated coldly, his eyes flashing angrily.

Ginny hissed and stepped forward, wand pointed threateningly at the prince.

"How dare you mock my brother's pain! He can do nothing now! He is having to learn to cast with his good hand, has to be waited on hand and foot! You don't have any idea what real suffering is!" She seethed, seeming to attack them out of no where with this new drivel.

Harry's eyes practically glowed, his jaw clenched as he vainly tried to calm his magics. He didn't know what real pain was? What real suffering entailed? Was this chit insane?

Draco tried to place a calming hand on his friend's shoulder, only to step back in shock when the man from Uncle Severus' rooms (Atropos, his mind supplied him) appeared beside the younger dementor and gathered said child into a soothing hug. Although Harry's glare didn't lessen, his whipping cold dark energy receded to a mere trickle.

"Apparently, the whole Weasley clan wishes to test how far they can carry on their antagonistic behaviour towards Harry, Cedric." Drawled Atropos, his deep voice sounding all but amused.

It was then that Ron and crew noted Cedric's person and quieted when they spotted the drawn wand. No one seemed to notice the Malfoy's has their own trained on the redheads.

"Yes. In the middle of a Quidditch match, how classless." The Diggory teen stated coldly, sounding remarkably like a certain Malfoy patriarch.

Ron first paled, then reddened in anger. He was going to explode, they just knew it. However, before he even got a chance, Mr. Weasley gathered his family and stalked off. Atropos shook off his annoyance and nuzzled his little mate's soft locks, relishing in the hum of pleasure he was granted.

"I missed you, Little Death." He whispered, pointed teeth gleaming feraly when he spotted Lucius' flinch.

Ah, so he'd figured it out. Smart man. Now he understood why Lord Voldemort kept the blond in his Inner Circle. The bugger was observant. Then again, considering the man had to be ever vigilant due to his status in the Ministry it shouldn't have been too big of a surprise.

Harry sighed,his magics latching onto his lover's magic like a leech, instantly soothing his frazzled state of mind.

"What are you doing here, Dementor Lord?" Cedric bit out, before Harry could respond verbally.

Atropos' green orbs shifted to his mate's lover with sharp clarity. So, the little shadow creature was letting his jealousy best him after all. His heart clenched, knowing that his little love would likely be hurt by this man, but unable to do anything about it. He wouldn't try to control who his love slept with. As much as it pained him, he'd need to let nature take its course. Hopefully, the Shadow Demon wouldn't hurt his love too badly. After all, he knew that Cedric loved Harry, but the jealousy would soon drive an irreversible wedge between the two if said Diggory didn't get control of it. He would make sure to have a talk with the young demon before that happened. Just because he had to let nature take its course didn't mean he couldn't...nudge it in the direction that best benefitted his little one.

Still, it was rather amusing when Lucius and Narcissa fought the urge to bow at his revealed and confirmed status. He rolled his eyes at their antics and nuzzled his Harry's hair again.

"I felt Harry's distress, followed it and so here I am." He replied smoothly.

Harry giggled when he felt his dementor lover nuzzle his hair a third time.

"What are you, a dog?" He teased, matching green eyes meeting with a mischievous glint in both.

Atropos chuckled and finally pulled away.

"Don't start confusing me with the mutt, little death. Now, I must leave. These wards make it difficult to remain in this guise. I will see you when the match ends, my darling." He caressed Harry's cheek, smiling softly when the Gryffindor sighed and leaned into the touch.

Finally the boy nodded and with a final shark grin, the Dementor Lord spun on his heel and glided out of the box seat.

"You don't have any normal days do you, Harry dear?" Narcissa inquired breathlessly.

Cedric snorted.

"You have no idea." He remarked as Harry blushed.

They settled down as the game started, a smile or smirk on each of their faces.