"I didn't mean to fall in love with you and baby there's a name for what you put me through it isn't love, it's robbery I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me"

Harry tucked the letter away in his pocket and sniffled. Now, he was on the Hogwarts Express heading back home, much to his dismay.

"Harry…" Hermione said.

Ron kicked Hermione in the leg and shook his head, mouthing 'DON'T' as discreet as possible.

Cedric's parents had found out about Harry and their son's relationship the hard way… through written word. Not from Harry, either… from an obituary typed in the Daily Prophet. Amos Diggory had handed Harry a letter before he left the school to bury his son.

-Flashback-

"Harry…" Amos said between sobs.

"Yes, Mr. Diggory?" Harry asked, not looking into his eyes.

"M-my wife and I… think that you… should know where we're burying him…" he said, trying not to break down again. "I-it's going to be our family plot… it's near Stoatshead Hill… you know where that is… you can visit it anytime…"

"Thank you sir…" Harry said, kicking the dirt.

"Cedric must've really loved you…"

"How so, sir?"

"In his letters home…he'd only talk about his relationship back at school. Said it meant a lot to him… he'd never… been happier."

Harry looked up to the grieving father. "Mr. Diggory… I'm sorry for any TROUBLE I've caused your family… I really am. If there's anything I could ever do for you… don't hesitate to ask."

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"T-this was the last letter Cedric sent… I thought you should have it. There's a short hello in the beginning… but he just talks about his relationship the whole letter."

Harry forced a smile. "Thank you sir… remember… if you ever need anything… I'll be there."

Amos nodded and turned away from Harry, trying not to burst crying.

-end flashback-

Harry opened the letter cautiously.

'Mom and Dad.
How are things going? Things are pretty good back at Hogwarts.
As I've said to you in the past letters, I've met someone, and they've completely captivated me. Mom, I've never been this happy in my life. And Dad, I hope you're proud of me. I've never loved someone so much in my entire life. They are my everything. I wake up every morning for the opportunity to see their face smiling at me. This person has completely stolen my heart away, and I can't say I'm against it. They mean the whole world to me. I finally know what love is, and it's absolutely beautiful. Mom, Dad… if you don't mind, I'm going to ask for their hand in marriage after the Third Task. I know they're only in their fourth year, but I want to spend the rest of my life with them! I know I'm still young and I have more to live for, but they're my lifeline. I hope you approve.
I love you.
Your son, Cedric.'

Harry sniffled and looked out the window. He was starting to cope with Cedric being gone, though he'd never fully deal with it. Cedric was still there, he knew it, he just wasn't THERE. Ron put a comforting hand on Harry's back.

"How about a visit to Stoatshead Hill?" Ron asked.

"Can't. I have to get home."

"Those stupid Muggles can wait."

Hermione kicked Ron in the foot, hard as she could, and glared at him.

"No, Hermione… I think Ron's right… I need closure."

Hermione sighed. "If that's what you want… we can come with you…"

Harry shook his head. "You can come… but I want to face his grave alone."

"Understandable." Ron said, smirking.

After the train stopped, they went to the Burrow, then walked up to Stoatshead Hill. Harry walked to the grave alone. He held back his sobs as he came to the headstone:

Cedric Jackson Diggory Beloved Son and Boyfriend October 12, 1977 – June 24, 1995

Harry looked at the words 'and Boyfriend' in depth. He put a single rose on the headstone and looked down.

"I love you, Ceddyboo. More than words could ever explain. I'll never forget you, and I hope we see each other soon."

With that, Harry turned away from the grave, a single tear in his eye, and walked back to his friends. Finally, he had accepted the fact that Cedric was gone, but he knew Cedric would always remain a strong force in his heart.