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Day 39: Portkey
As his hand closes around the cup, he feels the familiar tug at his navel. Moments later he is slammed to the ground, the smell of grass and dirt filling his nose. Harry is beside him and Cedric gets to his feet and helps the other boy up.
His mind is whirling with confusion. The cup was a portkey. Why? And where are they? He looks around and the hair on the back of his neck stands up. They're in a graveyard. Something seems terribly off about this. Could this really be another part of the task?
They ought to be on their guard. Even if this is part of the task, danger could still be lurking. He suggests they get their wands out, and Harry agrees. He's nervous too.
Harry senses the man approaching them before Cedric does. There's nothing very threatening about the figure. It's small, much smaller than Cedri or even Harry. And it's carrying something in its arms. A baby? Why would anyone be carrying a baby in the middle of a graveyard? As his mind fills with more questions, Cedric's wand drops slightly.
And in that instant, everything seems to happen at once. Harry suddenly drops to his knees beside Cedric and as Cedric looks to him in concern, a terrible voice, high and cold speaks, "Kill the spare."
Cedric's eyes snap back to the stranger. He raises his wand, but even as he does so, he knows it's too late. As the green light rushes toward him, Cedric's last thought is of his parents.
Another very short one, but I think it works better that way.