Harry woke up from the shouts and screams of people outside. He'd heard screams of terror, and felt a choking heat, the heat of fire. He sat up abruptly and noticed his hand had been rested right over his penis; he quickly removed it before Ron, in the bed beside Harry's, woke up. They dashed into the main section of the tent where Mr. Weasley told them to go out into the forest and to the portkey and to wait there. Harry ran out of the tent with Ron, and Hermione. George, Fred and Ginny, however, had already run off in another direction before them. As Harry exited through the flap of the tent he gasped. Hermione screamed. Ron stood there in shock and disbelief.

"Bloody Hell..." said Ron. There was chaos everywhere, people were spinning in the air crying, flame was dancing around infecting another tent with its orange, devouring glow, as well as screaming and yelling. There were people in black cloaks and silvery masks riding black horses. The horse's saddle has a sigil of a skull with a serpentine protruding out of the mouth Harry, Ron and Hermione ran into the forest, where they watched the horrors take place behind the safety trees, until Hermione ushered them further into the forest, farther from the evil out behind the trees. The trees looked dark and their brances mangled. There was a fog starting to develop in the air around them. The sky began to blue slightly. Hermione began to cry. She rushed off through the forest and screamed for Ron and Harry to follow. Harry ran after Ron, but was slower than both of them. In his attempt to catch up he tripped on a gnarled tree root sticking out of the ground. Ron and Hermione just kept running, running away from the flames, running away from hell.

Harry got up and looked around. There were still flames and screams being slightly masked by a thick layer of trees. Cedric was standing behind a tree. Just standing with his head down. He was whimpering, and he looked just so pathetic. Harry figured that the terror taking place was getting to Cedric, but then he noticed Cedric's black eye. Harry felt a sucking sensation again, but this was much different from the feeling Cedric's blush had galvanized earlier, or the one made by the old shoe. This was pure worry.

"Are you okay?" asked Harry. He brushed Cedric's bangs out of his eyes, and pushed his chin up to examine Cedric's eye.

"I'm fine," he replied, his voice cracked on the word "fine." Cedric pulled his head down again and covered his eye with his hand. Harry pointed out that Cedric was shaking, to which Cedric responded, "It's cold." Harry then asked where he'd gotten the black eye. "I..I..um my d- ..one of the Death Eaters..they..um hit me.." said Cedric shakily, mumbling the first few words.

"What are Death Eaters?" questioned Harry, although he could easily guess they were the black hooded horse-men rampaging around just 100 yards away. Cedric told him that they were You Know Who's followers. Harry however hadn't even thought about Voldemort, he'd been distracted by Cedric's state, it now seemed so obvious to him. Just as he thought this a green blast of light shot off in the distance. A cloudy green skull with a serpent for a tongue started to form in the sky. The insignia on the Death Eater's saddle! Cedric grabbed Harry's arm and they took off through the woods, as if the skull had told Cedric to run. Harry stumbled as he tried to run at the same pace as Cedric. He felt a warming sensation spread throughout his body as Cedric held onto him. They ran in synchronization now, left foot, right foot, left, right, left, right. Everything was blowing past them. The trees were starting to become more detailed as the sun's rays spread over and the early morning fog cleared. Birds chirped their morning songs. Crickets stopped their nighttime prayers, while cicadas buzzed their harmonies to the bird's melody. Almost as soon as Cedric had grabbed Harry's arm they reached the portkey, with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Amos, and Mr. Weasley all waiting there or them.

Cedric literally dropped Harry's arm and started to become paler as he noticed his father looking at him. He straightened up perfectly and stopped panting. He half marched up to the portkey and the crowd waiting for them. They all grabbed the portkey and Harry felt that odd sensation again. Spinning...spinning...spinning...grey...darker...the spinning landscape was beginning to fade into the black. Soon the darkness enveloped Harry and he and woke up on the grassy ground of Stoatshead Hill. Cedric's father, Amos, was pulling Cedric by the arm and pointing his finger in his face, and hissing something in an angry voice, his face was a shade of pink that rivaled Mr. Dursley's. Cedric then whispered "But..I-..he's too slow to run on his-...I had to grab him or-..." Mr. Diggory told Cedric that he didn't care and made it quite audible, to Harry anyway. Cedric put his head down, and Harry could see he was about to cry. He wondered why Amos was yelling at Cedric when he'd just been boasting about how great he was to Mr. Weasley only a few hours ago while they'd walked to the tent pitch. Hermione and the Weasley's seemed not to notice this and were already walking on towards home, and out of view. Harry followed the bobbing heads of Fred and George. Arthur Weasley called out a "Good bye!" to Amos, to which Amos turned with a wide smile and waved good bye. Harry stopped, and watched as Amos turned back to Cedric, let go of his arm, but grabbed him by his delicate brown hair, and pulled him in the opposite direction and out of view. Cedric's mouth was agape in silent pain, but no one seemed to see this but Harry. No one seemed to hear it but Harry, the silent scream. No one seemed to be as worried as Harry.

Harry's mouth was open. Had he just saw what he thought he saw? He pondered this as he walked with the Weasleys and Hermione down the grassy path back to the Burrow. Something was bothering him and it wasn't his pure feeling of concern and worry for Cedric, or it wasn't the strange scene Cedric's father had just put on that no one but him noticed, nor the arrival of the Death Eaters. It was something he'd been pondering just before he'd fallen asleep. He stopped and thought about it...he couldn't remember. The forgotten memory tickled Harry's brain for a while. Harry almost had it, almost then just as he was about to remember something George called his name and he ran to catch up with them and forgot completely what he was thinking about.

The best write is a re-write. :D

Okay so I tried to add more emotion to the characters, and more detail, as well as that I tried tried tried to slow down the pace