The intolerable agony. I can't bear myself to look up at all the cheering students above me. They think I've come back with Cedric to win the tournament. His body is still warm. My tears flow fast and hard. Never before have I felt like this.
How could Voldemort kill Cedric just like that? He didn't need to die. I fought Voldemort to get something back for Diggory. But to bring back a life? No, that's impossible. The whirlwind of the portkey distracted me for a second, but settling to earth brings the pain back ten-fold.
The fools. They keep on cheering. Can't they see that Cedric is dead? Are they too blind to notice?
No. The cheering is dying a bit. I'm still too wrapped up in my grief, but a little voice in my mind tells me that some adults are coming over.
Someone tries to push me out of the way, but I hold on to Cedric's body for as long as possible. This was my fault. I said we should touch the cup together. I didn't do anything to stop Voldemort from killing him. I'm responsible.
Everyone's whispering, talking. I can feel the fear. I can imagine what they're thinking. Harry Potter killed Cedric...Cedric died in the maze...Why is he dead?...Harry Potter did it...Harry Potter...
Amus Diggory runs over. He's crying about his son. His only son. I can share his grief. Together, we cry to the night.
I don't think I can ever stop.