A/N: I always wanted to do a Cedirc fanfic and today I finally did! It's my twelth story and twelve is my lucky number!
'Kill the spare,' someone shouted.
'Avada Kedavra,' a small man shouted, and there, next to Harry I fell to my death.
All the memories sprung back into me.
'You're going to Hogwarts, son.'
'Really?' I asked, I don't remember why I didn't think I would get in, I just didn't think I would.
'I'm pretty sure,' my mother said. She smiled happily at me; I assumed she was proud of me for getting in.
'I'm Fred,' an orange haired boy said.
'No, I'm Fred, you're George,' the other said.
'Are you sure? Well apparently I'm George.'
I laughed; they were the first people I was friends with. If they had got into Hufflepuff then they would still be close to me, much closer than what we are now.
'You made it to the team, Cedric. You're our new Seeker.'
'Oh, thank you so much,' I said, gratefully. Dad was proud of me that day, he said he was Hufflepuff Seeker too and just like I was going to have to do, he had to verse a Potter.
'Dad! I got my letter! I'm a prefect,' I shouted happily.
'Well done, Cedric, I'm so proud of you,' my dad said. He really was proud of me, for achieving so much. Seeker and prefect.
I wonder if he's proud of me now, dead, lying cold on the ground, watching Voldemort talk to Harry.
'We're going to the World Cup, so you can see how the professional seekers play Quidditch,' my dad told me.
'Thanks dad, you're the best.' And he truly was.
'The Hogwarts Champion is . . . Cedric Diggory,' shouted Dumbledore.
I stood up and followed Victor and Fleur. I was so happy and I was so sure that my parents would be too, and I was right.
'I was wondering if you wanted to go to the ball with me?' I asked Cho Chang, the beautiful girl from Ravenclaw. I was praying that she didn't reject me and leave me to find some other girl.
'I would love too,' she said happily. I sighed thankfully and kissed her on the cheek, and walked off. She was the one I loved, not yet though, but I could feel myself growing to love her already. She was so perfect.
'Take me back to my father, won't you Harry?'
He nodded and then two more people followed me, it was his mother and father. You could tell, they looked so like him.
You could tell he was shocked to see them, even though he might have been expecting it. He looked so happy to see them, even though he was concentrating hard on what he was doing.
He took me back to my father and I was thankful, grateful even, that he had bothered. It was hard to risk so much; he could have died in those seconds that he ran to get me instead of running back to the Portkey.
A voice boomed in my head, 'you are loved. You will watch over those who loved you, this is what happens to people who are not afraid of death and come back as ghosts. No one can see you, but you can see them.'
I wondered who had spoken to me, but as I floated above myself I was to busy watching what was happening to be bothered by who had spoken to me.
Dumbledore was crouched over Harry. People were crowding around him. He was growing uncomfortable.
He let go of the cup, but held onto me tighter. I smiled, happy that he was not going to let just anyone get to me. He was going to do as I asked.
'He's back,' Harry whispered. 'He's back. Voldemort.'
'My God – Diggory,' Cornelius Fudge had appeared. 'He's dead.'
Well thanks for noticing.
'Harry, let go.'
Harry just clung on tighter, he didn't want to give me to Fudge, and to tell you the truth, I was so happy.
'He wanted me to bring him back,' Harry muttered. 'He wanted me to bring him back to his parents.'
The crowd was getting closer, and Dumbledore was trying to make Harry let go of me.
'Dumbledore . . . Amos Diggory is coming; don't you think we should tell him before he sees?' Fudge asked, but it was too late, father had seen me.
'MY SON!' he shouted. I wanted him to stop; I didn't want to see him so sad.
He started to sob hysterically, while my mother was crying silently, with her hand clasped over her mouth.
My father's voice faded and my body drifted over to Cho. She was still in the stands and had witnessed everything clearly.
Her brown eyes filled up with tears and she started banging her fists on the stands. She then fell to the ground and was sobbing hard, still banging her fists. It was horrible to watch.
My body then drifted over to Fred and George who stood, quite still on the wood of the stands. They looked at each other and shook their heads.
'No way, we didn't get to say good luck before he died,' George said.
'Voldemorts got some nerve,' said Fred.
My eyes closed and didn't open for a long time.
When they opened next, I was standing with Cho in the girl's bathroom.
She was crying, and Hermione Granger, that girl that Harry hangs out with, was trying to comfort her.
'He loved you,' she said soothingly.
'But . . . he left me; I didn't get to say I loved him. What if he actually never loved me?' she sobbed.
Well that would be wrong.
I tried to go up and talk to her, but nothing came out of my mouth. I couldn't talk.
'I always loved you, Cho,' I said trying hard to get the words out of my mouth. I didn't think it worked until,
'I love you too,' said Cho.
A/N: Please review.