Here you go guys. A long chapter that isn't letters!

Harry was in pain, god was he in pain. Not only had he gotten hit with a frying pan (it was the only thing his uncle had in reach at the moment) but Dudley had pushed him down the stairs-backwards no less- all because he had had another nightmare last night.

Harry let out a hiss as he touched his right shoulder. There was no way he'd be able to move his arm until he put some salve on it. He used his good arm to moved the loose floorboard to get to his stash of potions.

"Fuck!" he was out. Harry put the floorboard back into place and went to his desk. He had planned on replying to Cedric's last letter, and then writing to Remus to convince him to get him out sooner…and to find out if Frosty was doing good. But how could he do that if he couldn't lift his arm? Writing with his left hand was about as easy as facing an angry hippogriff without a weapon.

Poor Harry was spending so much time wondering about what to do that he did not notice one of his escaped-whale relatives enter his room until they were pulling him to the ground by his hair.

"What are you doing Freak? Trying to call more of your freak friends over to help you?"He heard Dudley say "Well guess what. They. Ain't. Coming." His last words were accompanied by harsh kicks to his face and chest.

Dudley was about to start punching him, but by some miraculous set of luck, Petunia called Dudley down for lunch.

"This isn't over Freak." He spat with a final kick.

Harry laid there on the floor for a minute before he called Hedwig. "H-Hedwig. Get m-me some paper." He wasn't even going to bother with ink, he'd have to use his blood. He smiled when the owl gave him a page of Cedric's last letter.

Dipping his left hand into the small pool of blood, Harry wrote on the back in barely legible writing: Help me Ced.

"Hedwig, g-g-go g-give this to C-Cedric."

Hedwig, doing as she was told, flew off.

~~~Cedric~~~

Cedric was worried. He should have gotten a reply from Harry by now. Something was wrong.

Nothing's wrong, you are just being paranoid.

You would be to if the boy you fancied was Harry Potter.

Touché

'I am officially crazy.' He thought to himself. And honestly, you must be when you call yourself crazy. For the fiftieth time that afternoon Cedric looked out the window. He smiled when he saw the familiar white owl carrying a letter. He'd finally get his reply from Harry!

He opened the window and let the bird in. The Hufflepuff had taken the letter the second after it was released from her claws with a large smile on his face. That smile turned into a frown when he saw the second page of his last letter.

"What? Hedwig, I think you…wait." He looked at the back of the paper. "Oh sweet merciful Merlin! Hedwig go to Remus' house. NOW!"

Cedric didn't wait to see if the owl left, he was running down the hall to his father's study. "Dad! DAD!"

"What?! What is it Cedric?! Did you lose the snitch? Break your broom?" Amos Diggory asked as his son nearly fell on his face from running so fast.

"No I-"

"What's wrong? Not enough books?"

"I need to get to Hogwarts!" Cedric said while trying to regulate his breathing.

Amos beamed "Ah I see, going to pass in all of your work before everyone else! You keep this up and you'll-"

"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Cedric snapped. "NOT EVERYTHING REVOLVES AROUND PERFECT GRADES AND QUIDDITCH. THERE ARE MORE FUCKING IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE SO FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW BLOODY PERFECT YOU WANT ME TO BE AND LISTEN!"

Amos paled at the tone his son was giving him. He knew he should scold him, but something told him that the results of doing that would be far from pretty. All he could do was lightly nod his head.

"Good. Now, I need to get to Hogwarts, so I need your floo powder. I AM going with or without you. This is important."

"Alright Son."

Amos ran to his desk and pulled out his bag of floo powder. He handed it to Cedric who took out an unnecessary amount and threw it into the embers of the fireplace. Amos wanted one of those 'cameocorders' with the slow motion button that Arthur was talking about so he could actually see Cedric move around. The next thing he knew, he was being pulled into his fireplace and whisked away to Headmaster Dumbledore's office.

When he was sure he was at the Headmaster's, Cedric ran out of the hearth and over to Dumbledore's Desk.

"Ah, young Mr. Diggor-"

"Where does Harry live?" Cedric asked breathlessly.

"E-excuse me?" Albus asked.

"Where the bloody hell does Harry Potter live?!"

"I'm afraid that I cannot tell you that Mr. Diggory. Mr. Potter location is a secret and is protected by powerful wards." Albus explained.

"But Harry's in trouble! I need to help him!"

"Mr. Diggory I can assure you that young Harry is quite safe, he is protected by blood wards set up by his mother. No harm can enter his home."

And this was what Amos was greeted to when he exited the floo. His son and the greatest wizard of all time having a verbal battle about Harry Potter's safety. Was this why Cedric wanted to come to Hogwarts, to argue about the boy-who-lived's safety? Preposterous. It was a well known fact that Harry Potter was safe and spoilt during his summer break. He remained silent and watched the interaction.

"Albus Dumbledore you are a bloody fool" The magic around Cedric cracked and whipped about making all of the Headmaster's silly little knickknacks shake, and in some cases, explode. "Blood wards can only protect from harm from the outside. Not the inside! I know for a fact that something's wrong with Harry! So TELL ME WHERE HE IS DAMMIT!"

Albus looked at the Hufflepuff standing in front of him closely. There was something off about the way he talked about Harry. Albus wanted to say it was like a protective big brother, but he'd be lying. He seemed to truly care for young Harry. He also knew something that the aged wizard did not, something that made him doubt his thoughts when it came to the savior's safety. "Even if I gave you his address, you'd not be able to enter the wards unless you have his blood."

"I…" Oh how could Cedric say this without the inevitable awkwardness that would come up after? "I have some of his blood." If the situation was any less serious, Cedric would have blushed Weasley red at the look he was getting from the other two men in the room.

"H-how..?" Cedric lifted Harry's note "Oh…." For once in his life, Albus Dumbledore doubted his own actions. He knew he had to make it right. "Go to Four Privet Drive, Surrey. That's where he lives."

Cedric left without another word. He didn't bother to notice his father or Professor Dumbledore following him.

It had not taken long to find Privet Drive, the hard part was finding that one house out of all the freaking identical rows of houses. But they found it. He did not bother with knocking or secrecy, he took out his wand and blew down the door.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU FREAKS DOING HERE?!" A horse-faced and rather annoying woman started shrieking. A boy about Harry's age(albeit ten times larger) stood behind her wearing a curiously terrified expression.

"Where's Harry?!" Cedric yelled.

The woman, too startled pointed upstairs.

"Accio Harry Potter's things" Amos said. He had not liked the way this muggle referred to wizards, now he understood in way why Cedric wanted to come here. The wizards were surprised when a trunk broke through the cupboard under the stairs, the muggles however, were glaring daggers at the small amount of things that came from upstairs. Cedric followed its path to a door with a large hole in it and a cat-flap. He knew that this was Harry's room. Now to go in and find Harry.

Of course, when he found him, Cedric needed to stay calm enough to pick him up and get Hedwig's cage (and in an act of semi-selfishness, the letters he had written to Harry). He check to see that the boy was still breathing, he was, but barely.

"I found you Harry." He whispered

The glare he wore on his face when he came back downstairs was aimed at everyone. For the Dursleys for treating him this way, for Dumbledore for allowing this to happen, and for his father for that expression that clearly stated he thought Harry had been spoilt.

"Who. Did. This." He hissed.

They noticed the whale-boy shrink farther and farther away.

"It was you?!"

Dumbledore stopped him before he could do anything to Harry's cousin. "Take him back to Hogwarts. Bring him to the infirmary. Amos and I will handle this." Cedric noted and hurried back to the school.

A/N:

0_o Fuck! Cedric's going to give me nightmares!

Guess what! Next chapter we get to see Rem Siri and Frosty! Don't ask where the name came from. It honestly has no connection to anything. I think Harry was on crack when he picked out the name. _

Harry: Huh?! You're the author! I think you are the one on crack!

Me: NOPE! Now hush before I traumatize you.