A/N: Okay, I know I've already written a series based on Harry's fith year, but who cares?! I And don't worry V.R, I'm not abandoning our series.I know this is short, but the others will be longer, and I will only write more if I get some reviews with people telling me they want more.Read and enjoy! AND PLEASE REVIEW!Oh, and please excuse any grammatical errors. I don't have a spell check.
Harry stood at the foot of the grave. Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Hermione standing behind him in the distance. He apologised time and time again to the tombstone, as if the person who was lying beneath him was standing in front of him. Visions flashed before his eyes of the night the deceased had died. He shut his eyes hard and then stared at the grave.
" I'm so sorry I couldn't help you Cedric, and I hope you forgive me." he said quietly.
The Diggory's had chosen the perfect resting place for their son. There were trees everywhere, and it was very peaceful and quiet, the graveyard lit with floating candles, for it was a graveyard for the wizards and witches of England. Harry silently said good bye to Cedric as he got back into the car with Mrs.Weasley, Ron, and Hermione. They were silent as they drove back to the Burrow.
Professor Dumbledore had allow Harry to stay with the Weasleys for the summer. Hermione had come with them today for support. They had to drop her off at her house on the way back. Mr.Weasley had somehow gotten ahold of another car. Harry had no idea how.
Hermione said good-bye to them as she stepped out of the car and began to walk to her house. When they arrived at the Burrow it was considerably late, so everyone went up to bed. The Weasley's had set up a bed for Harry next to the window. He looked up at the moon. Why was the world so cruel to good people? Why did people deserve this kind of pain? He fell into a sleep filled with reminding dreams of what had happened to him so far in his life, and that was a lot for someone who was only fourteen going on fifteen.