Chapter Two - The Diggory House
"Harry, Wake up!". Harry opened his eyes to find Cedric above him, with an extremely worried look on his face. Harry sat up, and reached for his glasses on
his bedside table and placed them on his nose.
"Cedric, what's happened?" He asked, trying to jump out of bed.
"Well, there's been some reports of Death Eaters in the camp attacking wizards, don't panic or anything." Cedric informed Harry, trying to pull Harry out of
the room by his hand.
"But Cedric, I"
"We HAVE to go, Now!" Cedric yelled back at Harry, his eyes clearly stating that this was final. Harry let himself be pulled out of the room, and into the
sitting area to find everyone else ready, with their wands in their hands. Mr Weasley told Bill and Charlie to follow himself and Mr Diggory, and for everyone
else to folow Cedric to the portkey. Cedric nodded his head, understanding what he had to do. He walked carefully out of the tent, and Harry followed, finding
it hard to keep up with Cedric's magnifecent strides. The others followed Cedric too, but they were clueless as to where the portkey was. Harry was finding
it very unnerving how they hadn't run into any of these 'death eaters.
"Cedric, what are Death Eaters?" He asked, thirsty for information.
"They're You-know-who's supporters." Cedric replied quickly, as if he didn't want to say it. Harry was curious as to this, but let Cedric lead them torwards
the portkey. Cedric turned to face Harry, and opened his mouth to say something. But a huge explosion from his left inturrupted him, and sent everyone tumbling
to the floor. Harry struggled to get up, and brushed the mud off his shirt. He looked up and saw what he presumed was a death eater. It was a tall figure, with
a long black robe with tall pointed hood on. The figure also had a mask made out of a skull across his eyes, and Harry could make out some long, pale blond
hair billowing out over the cloak. The cloaked man raised his wand, and pointed it directly at Harry and began to speak.
"Avada Ke"
"Expelliamus!" a voice screamed behind Harry. The death eater fell backwards, and his wand flew out of his hand. Harry turned to thank the caster, but found
himself mouthing the words rather than saying them when he found that it was Cedric. Cedric smiled at Harry. Oh, how Harry loved that smile.
"Umm.. Harry, maybe we should go." Cedric said, realising that they had been staring at eachother. Harry agreed, and everyone followed Cedric into the woods.
They trusged through he woods, and up a hill. They found the wizard who was making portkeys, and asked for one to Stoatshead Hill. A Portkey was made, still an
old boot, and everyone positioned themselves around it. Even though there was plenty of room around it now there were no adults, Harry found that Cedric had
positioned himself behind Harry again. Harry could feel his breah again. His warming, calming breath.. Harry suddenly jerked upwards, then realised the portkey
had activated. He felt everyone bump into him, Hermione on his left, Ron on his right, and Cedric behind him.
Harry fell to the floor with a gasp, and rolled a few times down the hill before stopping. He looked up, and Cedric was offering to help him up again, he was
lifted into Cedric's chest again, but this time it felt normal, rather than slightly awkward. It was probably because no one else could see, as everyone else
was still on the floor. Harry rested his head on Cedric's chest for a few more seconds, before Ron got up and asked,
"Cedric?". Harry now felt awkward, and,with much regret, pulled himself from Cedric.
"What should we do now? I mean, now we're away from the world cup?" Ron continued to ask. Cedric pondered for a moment, biting his lip, and then replied.
"Well, Dad and Mr Weasley can apparate, so I'm pretty sure they'll go home when they're done, so I guess we should start heading home.". Harry thought about
this for a moment, and then said louder than he wanted to,
"No!". Everyone turned to face Harry, with puzzled expressions on their faces. He didn't want Cedric to go. He tried to think of an excuse for his shouting.
"Uh.. What I mean is... Maybe there are more of those Death Eater things around." Then a plan dawned on him. "Cedric? Do you have floo powder at your house?"
Cedric thought, biting his lip again.
"Yeah, I think so." He finally answered, much to the relief of Harry.
"Well then, if there are more of these Death Eaters around, it wouldn't be safe to travel alone. Maybe I could walk with Cedric back to his house, and then use
floo powder to get back to the Burrow, then No one's alone on the journey." Harry told everyone. Hermione shifted her eyes at him, as if she knew why he wanted
to walk back with Cedric. Everyone agreed, no one else looking suspicious.
Harry turned to face Cedric, quickly hiding his expression of pure delight. They turned and started walking torwards the town ahead of them. Talking merrily about quidditch, school, and about themselves. They walked through fields and climbed over fences, until they entered the village. Cedric spent a long time showing Harry around the village. Harry saw a few friends from Hogwarts around the town. Both of them were tempted to go into the local sweet shop, sweetooths, but decided against it. According to Cedric, the shop was owned by a witch. Cedric pulled Harry around the corner and Harry saw himself looking at a street of houses. Harry was led down the street by his hand until they arrived outside number six. "Harry, this is where me, my mum, and my dad live." Cedric told Harry. He opened the door, and led Harry inside.
It was AMAZING. Harry stepped onto the dark wood flooring. He stared around at the paneled walls, and the soft cushioned chairs. The room had a general warm
feeling to it, as if all Harry's troubles were still outside the door. The front room could of passed off as a muggle house, if it wasn't for the pixie in the
tall, brass cage in the corner of the room. Cedric walked past Harry and into the kitchen. Harry heard a cupboard being opened, and a tap being turned on.
Harry took a few moments taking in the second wizard house he'd ever been in, after the burrow.
"I see you've been checking out Cho, Harry." Cedric called from the kitchen, turning off the taps. Harry suddenly felt his stomach drop. He really didn't
want to talk about Cho Chang at the moment. Especially not to her boyfriend.
"Umm... kinda, but I know you two are going out, so I kind of abandoned the idea." Harry called, trying his best not to anger Cedric. This was his house after
all... There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence, until Cedric broke it.
"I know, it's just that I think you have great taste." he said, walking out of the kitchen, a glass in his hand.
"Yeah, I think you have great taste too." Harry replied, trying to end the conversation before it got too personal.
"Well of course I do. I fancy you, don't I?" Cedric said.
Harry stared at Cedric for a few seconds, his mouth agape. Cedric then realised what had just escaped his mouth, and tilted his head head back and closed his
eyes in frustration. Harry wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what. He opened his mouth, but it was Cedric who spoke first.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I didn't meant to say that, I really didn't. I just.. Do you fancy me?" He asked, his eyes shining as if on the verge of tears. Harry
felt his stomach dropping further and further down, and fel his heart beating against his ribs. He looked up at Cedric, and decided to tell him the truth.
"I don't know" he told Cedric. Cedric sat down on the cosy sofa, and looked up at Harry.
"I need to know something, Harry. Please sit down." He requested. Harry decided to do as he was asked, and sat down next to Cedric.
"Will you help me find out what I need to know?" Cedric asked, looking Harry in the eyes. Harry pondered for a moment, and thought 'he wouldn't cause me any
pain, would he?' and nodded. Cedric leaned forward, and so did Harry, feeling this is what Cedric wanted him to do. Harry couldn't look away from those grey
eyes. Their lips met.
A fresh wave of relief washed over Harry. Cedric was't going to hurt him at all. Harry sat there with Cedrics lips on his. unintendedly, Harry opened his
mouth. Immidietly, Harry felt Cedric tongue enter his mouth, and Harry felt dizzy suddenly. After what felt like several years, Harrys lungs' cries for air
could not go unnoticed any longer. He pulled away from an incredibly hurt looking Cedric, and breathed in.
"What's wrong?" asked Cedric. "Is it me?" Ceric looked very depressed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have"
"Cedric, stop! It's not you.. I needed to breathe." Harry reassured Cedric. He suddenly looked very happy.
After a few butterbeers, Harry thought he had better get back to the Burrow. He grabbed a handful of powder from the bowl, on the mantlepiece, and stepped into the fireplace. He threw the handful to the floor, and said loudly, "The Burrow!". Harry felt himself rise away from the fireplace and tucked in his elbows. The emerald green flames were making him feel sick.
He fell out of the fireplace in the kitchen of the burrow, and fell to the floor at Hermiones feet. She looked at him, and raised an eyebrow.
"You were supposed to be back a long time ago." She told him, before shouting through the house that Harry had arrived. Harry looked up at her, with a puzzled
expression covering his face.
"What do you mean?" he asked Hermione.
"Come upstairs to Ginny's room to tell me about all the dementors you fought off on the way to Cedrics house, Harry" she called him, unusually loud, as if
wanting everyone else to hear. Harry remained on the floor, staring at Hermione, still confused. Hermione shot him a look to tell him to go along with it.
"Uh, ok, yeah.. course I will." Harry shouted, trying to match Hermiones loudness. She pulled him up the wooden stairs, and slammed Ginnys door shut behind
them, before locking it. She turned, her eyes wide and shining.
"Well?" She asked. Harry was wondering what she meant by 'well?' and was confused as to why she had locked the door.
"Well what?" He asked. He was answered with a look, insulting his intelligence.
"What happened with you and Cedric?" She demanded, her eyes shining wth glee.
"We walked to his house, had a butterbeer each, and then I came here, why?" He replied still wondering how much Hermione knew. She raised her eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, right... Did you kiss?" She asked. The words were out of Harrys mouth before he could stop himself.
"Yeah" Harry stopped, and felt as Cedric did earlier that very day. Hermione flung herself forwards and wrapped Harry into a tight hug.
"I knew something would happen between you two! I'm so happy for you!" She exclaimed.
Was Harry really that obvious?
Who else knew?
Whould Hermione tell anyone?
DID HARRY POTTER LIKE CEDRIC DIGGORY?