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Chapter 13
Edward's POV
The ground approached quickly. We spun faster and faster. The music we had left behind at the start of the maze grew louder. With a jolting thud, we landed, Harry sobbing loudly against my cold, stone chest.
At first, no one noticed my lifeless form, they were too busy celebrating. I watched the Slytherin's scowl, the Hufflepuff's high-five the Gryffindor's, and the Ravenclaws clap quietly along with the men of Durmstrang and the ladies of Beauxbatons. Then suddenly with an ear-piercing scream from Fleur, the scene changed. The arena grew silent as Dumbledore rushed toward us.
"Harry! Harry!" Dumbledore bellowed, trying to pry the sobbing boy off my arm.
"No! No! No, don't!" Harry begged.
Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic, wandered over completely oblivious, "For God's sake Dumbledore, what's happened?"
"He's back. He's back. Voldemort's back. Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him, not there." Harry sobbed before Dumbledore could say anything.
"It's all right Harry. It's all right. He's home. You both are." Dumbledore soothed, finally able to stand Harry up on his feet.
Fudge, who looked rather startled, turned to instruct the teachers, "Keep everybody in their seats. A boy has just been killed."
He earned the attention of Amos, who had been chatting with the tall ginger wizard next to him. Amos began pushing his way through the crowd.
"The body must be moved, Dumbledore. There are too many people." Fudge announced.
Amos continued struggling through the crowd, "Let me through! That's my son! That's my boy! It's my boy!" he broke through the crowd, landing on his knees next to me.
I saw Harry being pulled away by Professor Moody, the rest of the students filing out after them. Amos's anguished cries echoed around the entire school grounds as they trudged, mournfully into the castle.
Once the entire arena was emptied of all the students, Professor McGonagall helped Amos off the ground. She slid her arm around his shoulder and tucked him gently into her side as Dumbledore, with a flick of his wand, lifted me off the ground.
With Dumbledore in front and McGonagall and Amos steps behind, I was levitated carefully into the warm, candlelit castle. A beautiful, sleek, black coffin was summoned and I was placed gently inside. With another flick of his wand, Dumbledore cleaned up my face, and changed my clothes.
I caught a glimpse of a horse-less carriage as the coffin lid was closed. The coffin was jostled a bit as they slide it into the carriage next to a sniffling Amos. I heard their whispered good byes as the carriage took off, swaying down the path toward the Diggory's home.
The next few days consisted of me laying perfectly still as lines of mourning witches and wizards filed past my coffin. They sniffled quietly, tears streaming down their cheeks. My guilt was beginning to eat at me, knowing they were crying over the wrong boy, but I knew, eventually everything would be right again.
The night, two days after my "death" was when I decided to execute my final plan. I waited until they left my coffin beside the freshly dug grave, I was supposed to be buried in the morning. I listened for an hour before I slipped quietly from my casket. I raced quickly to the Diggory's home to change clothes before running to the London forest where I hid the boy. As quick as I could, I moved the rocks from in front of the cave. I pulled him from deep within the cave and changed him into the clothes I had been wearing inside the coffin. Then, as quick as I could, I ran him back to the graveyard and placed him gently inside the casket. Once I was sure he was settled, I sprinted to the top of a nearby hill.
A few hours later, the sun had risen, and the mourners gathered around the gravesite to say their final good byes. I watched, finally feeling relief, as they lowered his body into the ground and covered him with soil. Amos sprouted flowers covering the brown earth before he, with one last look over his shoulder, followed the mourners out of the cemetery.
I too left shortly after, returning to my life as Edward Cullen.
I sighed, lifting myself from the ground in front of his grave. I heard someone coming. I gently touched his headstone, and bowed my head. Then, I ran to the top of the same hill where I hid years ago.
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I watched as four kids ran up the pathway, skidding to a stop in front of Cedric's grave. Their parents, a man with untidy black hair and a woman, whose hair was fiery red, joined them shortly after. I recognized the man at once, Harry Potter had come to visit Cedric's grave as well. I watched for a while as the children sat at his feet. He began telling them a story similar to mine. His though, was about the Triwizard Tournament and how brave a competitor Cedric had been.
With one last glance back, I left the cemetery. I knew that I would be back next year, and I knew that for now, Cedric was in good hands.