Word Count: 910

Letter: C

Character: Cedric Diggory

Who Else I Considered For The Part: Cho Chang, Cornelius Fudge

Why I Chose Cedric: Because I was once a crazed Twilight fan, and, even though I like Harry Potter much more, my loyalties to Edward Cullen, aka, Robert Pattinson, aka, Cedric Diggory, remain. Ha ha, plus Cho is a jerk, and Cornelius is just plain mean to Harry.

Summary: Cedric's version of the Triwizard Tournament's first event. I will skip around a lot, so please forgive me.

"Thanks, Potter."

Dragons. Honestly, dragons. One of the most dangerous creatures alive. And they were going to make us fight them. Wow, modern education really was changing.

When I really though about why I was picked, I mean really thought about it, I couldn't come up with anything but questions. If Potter got his name in the Goblet, why not Fred and George? And besides that, if his name was in there, why did mine get drawn at all? I mean, it's flattering, sure, but compared to Potter, I don't matter. None of us matter, really. None of us have survived You-Know-Who, and none of us have had to stand up to him more than once. None of us have the guts to do half the stuff Potter does anyway, mind you.

After those depressing thoughts left my mind, I decided to head up to the library to catch up on my reading. Preferably on dragons.

This was it. Today was November 24th, the day of the first event. I woke up, washed my face, and was rudely awakened by a crash in the common room.

I quickly walked out of the dorms in the direction of the crash. Ernie Macmillan lie on the floor, clutching his knee, a lamp, separated from its shade and its bulb broken, scattered around him.

"What is it, Macmillan?"

He groaned and handed me a scroll, "For you-urgh!"

Meet the rest of the finalists by the Care of Magical Creatures classroom before your first class. Do not worry; you are excused from all work for today.

That was it; it wasn't signed, it wasn't dated. Just a simple message. It wasn't even addressed to me, as a usual message from a teacher would be, no Mr. Diggory or Cedric.

First. I would be going first. And I would be fighting a Swedish Short-Snout. I gulped.

I'd done enough reading to know that it not only lived in wild, inhabited areas, but that its skin was highly prized and a brilliant blue, like it's flames. I gulped again.

Soon enough, I had my plan sought out and my self-esteem level up. But as soon as the announcer called my name ("Please welcome the first champion, Cedric Diggory, from Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry!") and applause broke out from the audience, I forgot how to walk.

Fleur pushed me along, thankfully, otherwise I wouldn't have made it out there, and as soon as I caught a flash of blue I lost all thoughts.

"Ready, son?" I recognized Charlie Weasley as he opened the gate and ushered me in.

I gave a weak smile as I rethought out my plan. I would do whatever was easiest, whatever came naturally. Whatever that was.

All I knew was that if I didn't do something soon, the dragon would make the first move. I looked it straight in the eyes and did what I thought was best. Expelliarmus!

Laughter burst out through the crowd. Obviously that wasn't the right thing to do, as dragons don't carry wands, Cedric. Oh great, now I'm talking to myself too. This isn't the time for this!

"Do something!" Charlie Weasley again, I was beginning to like that guy. Always helping me come to my senses.

I had meant to Accio the egg. I really had. I had meant to just simply Accio the egg and end it. But that's not what I did. Not at all.

I hadn't meant to do what I did. Seriously, it would have been much easier the original way. Accio. Accio. Accio. Why could I remember that now, but not then? Why?

I was in absolute denial. Absolute denial. Accio. Accio. Accio.

But no, I had to go with my gut. I was afraid. Afraid that because incoherency had taken over, that if I were to speak, as I wasn't the best at silent spells, I would mess up and end up turning Accio into Crucio or something absolutely ridiculous along those lines.

So I went with my gut, and my gut said "Transfiguration." It was my best subject and had never done me wrong…yet. But I decided to take the chance anyway.

Even then, I hadn't meant to do what I had done. A golden egg was just as simple to transfigure as a dog. But a dog came out of that rock, not an egg. Stupid rock.

The dragon had lunged at the dog. Nudged it. Played with it. Bitten it. Even eaten it.

I made my quick getaway and grabbed the egg, in enough time for the dragon to finish eating the rock-dog-thing and come after me yet again.

And then there was blue. Lots of it. And let me tell you, it is no longer my favorite color. At all. No matter what Cho says.

And neither is orange, for the record, after it was applied to my face every hour in the form a sickly-sweet smelling cream.