It was the 30th of October. Harry sat in his bed, and was cold. It had been a few weeks since he'd agreed to meet up with Cedric. Harry sat in his bed, his stomach churning with guilt and fear, because he hadn't gone. Nor had he seen Cedric, except in class where he looked absolutely miserable. Cedric's eyes were swollen and red, his nose was constantly runny, and he looked as if he hadn't slept nor eaten in days.

Harry was sitting in his pajamas thinking about how he could have possibly missed his meeting with Cedric, sweet innocent Cedric.

It was the day Harry had agreed to meet up with Cedric. The sky had faded from its lazy blue, to a darker navy as night crept over the castle. Harry had finished playing wizards chess with Ron while he waited for dinner. He'd lost of course each time because he was thinking about what he was going to say when he sat down next to Cedric at the Hufflepuff house table.

Harry walked with Ron and Hermione down a few flights of marble stair cases to the Great Hall where Harry would enjoy his dinner with Cedric. Harry told Ron and Hermione that Cedric simply wanted to talk to him, and that he was going to go see what was up then eat his dinner with them. As they approached the wooden double doors, that had a giant version of the Hogwarts seal carved into it, they were met by Malfoy and his simian pals, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Well boys here they are. The foul bastard, the dirt poor weasel and the filthy mudblood," stated Malfoy rather rudely with a smug grin on his face. Hermione rolled her brown eyes and told Malfoy to move, to which Malfoy scoffed and said, "I am not moving, for a dirty muggle like you Granger."

Ron almost punched the teeth out of Malfoy's shitty grin right then when a blast of silvery blue light hit Malfoy right below his knees, who began to sway.

"Leg-Locker Curse," explained Hermione as she marched through the doors with her nose in the air and two books in her arms. Ron and Harry laughed rather cruelly at Malfoy who was hopping around as if he were in a potato-sack race. Crabbe and Goyle were trying to balance Malfoy who then fell over. Ron walked through the door, and just as Harry was about to follow him in a harsh voice called his name. Not Cedric.

"Potter!" What is the meaning of this?" demanded a man in black robes with greasy black hair that extended down to his chin. He was pale and had a goatee that matched his black, relentless eyes. Professor Snape.

"I didn't do this!" Harry blurted out almost instantly.

"So I supposed they performed it on themselves Potter. In some insane game that is fun to them? Do not lie to my face, although Dumbledore and the other teachers do not mind your foolish antics and crazy shenanigans, I do. Follow me, you will be receiving a detention," said Snape coldly as he walked down towards the Dungeons while Harry followed his head down. Malfoy despite his current position laughed rudely and horribly, Crabbe and Goyle followed suit.

Snape flicked his wand in the air and Draco's legs were free. Just as Snape was about to descend down a staircase to the dungeons a loud smashing sound could be heard from the opposite direction. Snape glared at Harry and then said with quite forcefully "Do. Not. Move." and sped off upstairs to see what had caused the commotion. Harry couldn't risk Snape finding him in the Great Hall, so despite his urge to go to Cedric, he hid out in his bed all night.

It was the 30th of October. Cedric sat on his bed, a box of tissues next to him. There were wadded up piles of tissue off, around, and in the bed. Cedric was crying and his nose was running quite profusely. He had been like this for a few weeks. He hadn't eaten anything but a few crackers Quigley had gotten from the kitchens. Quigley was the other Hufflepuff prefect who shared a room with Cedric. He had pitch black short hair, and grey eyes. He was an inch taller than Cedric and they were somewhat good friends. Quigley had asked Cedric what was wrong each day, but to no avail. Cedric would always start blubbering on and couldn't get words out.

Today Quigley walked to Cedric and asked him what was wrong as usual. Cedric stopped crying and caught his breath.

"N-n-nothing," stammered Cedric and he began to cry again, his face turning red.

"Well...I may not be the best at reading people's emotions, but it doesn't look that way to me," countered Quigley. "Tell me for real."

It was the day Cedric had been told by Harry Potter himself that they were going to meet. He was so excited. He was smiling all day and wondered how and where Harry would find him. He didn't see Harry at lunch, so he assumed that they would meet at dinner. Cedric ate a plateful of roasted turkey and mashed potatoes as he waited for Harry. He pushed his yellow corn around on his plate as he waited. He was becoming worried that Harry might show. He looked at the door for what had to be the 70th time. Hermione walked through, and he dropped his fork. Harry was always with Hermione, but Harry didn't follow, Ron did.

He waited for Harry to walk through. He knew in his heart that Harry was going to walk right through that door in his graceful stride, with his beautiful green eyes, wondrous smile, think brown hair. Harry didn't though.

Peeves the school poltergeist known for mischief did though. He watched as Peeves went over to Ron and Hermione, and then saw Ron whisper something in the ghost's ear. Peeves soared off through the doors chanting "Smash! Smash! Smash!" in a delighted tone. Cedric was horrified that Harry hadn't showed.

Quigley sat down on the yellow sheeted bed next to Cedric. Quigley put his large hand on Cedric's lap and told him that it would be okay. Cedric had told him exactly what happened. Quigley looked straight into Cedric's blue eyes surrounded in a sea of red. Cedric stated right into Quigley's frosty eyes and he knew things would be okay. Quigley's eyes told him so.

It was the 31st of October. The students from Beaxbatons and Durmstrang would be arriving to participate in the TriWizard Tournament. Every student from Hogwarts waited this Halloween, looking like a sea of blackness, near the lake as they anticipated the new arrivals.

Cedric stood with his head down in the Hufflepuff crowd and didn't say a word. Cedric felt the robes on his left arm being pulled away from the other students but he had no idea who his captor was. He wasn't being pulled anymore when he reached a tree. The ugly tree that he had talked to Harry under. It made his stomach hurt, and he felt nauseous. He looked down into the eyes of the one who dragged him hear. They were green.

Harry Potter.

Harry looked right into Cedric's cerulean eyes. "Cedric Diggory. I did not want to stand you up." Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against Cedric's. Cedric gasped and pulled away from Harry.

"But..." mumbled Cedric quietly.

"Let me explain," said Harry and they sat underneath the tree while a few leaves began to grow on it. Harry began to tell Cedric what happened white a pink carriage outlined in gold, carried by white, pink and gold winged horses crashed on the Hogwarts terrain.