Thanks to my reviewers MorganWolfe666, Sweet-single and nobody! You guys motivated me to finish the story!

So without further ado here are the final four chapters, enjoy!

Chapter 10: Nerves

Heart racing, adrenalin pumping, he could see it….he just had to make it a little bit further…but he couldn't, his scar was searing with pain, leaving him immobilized…and then he saw Cedric running towards him calling his name….Harry…Harry….

"Harry! Harry!" Ron shouted as he shook his best-friend in an effort to wake him.

"Cedriiiiiiiiiiic," Harry groaned.

"WAKE UP HARRY!"

That wasn't Cedric's voice. Harry opened his eyes.

"Ron?"

"Harry, you alright mate? You were screaming and holding your head in your hands…"

"I…it was just a bad dream."

"How's your scar feeling?"

"My scar?" Harry asked touching his forehead, "It's fine."

"Were you…were you dreaming about you-know-who?" Ron asked, gulping.

"Cedric? No." Harry lied.

"No…I-I meant the other you-know-who…you know!"

Harry rummaged around on the side table looking for his glasses.

"The other…oh! You mean Voldemort?"

"Yeah…"

"What about him?"

Ron rolled his eyes as Harry put his slightly crooked glasses on.

"Nevermind, let's go to breakfast."

The great hall was packed and the noise-level went up considerably as Harry walked in with Ron and Hermione. People Harry had never seen before were coming up to him and wishing him luck for the final task. Harry's eyes wandered over to the Hufflepuff table, but there was no sign of Cedric.

"So are you ready?" Ron asked as they sat in their usual spot.

"As ready as I'm going to be," Harry replied taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed in outrage.

"What?"

"You shouldn't be drinking that before the final task! There's too much sugar in it!"

"Why do you care about Harry's health all of the sudden?" Ron questioned offensively, "I thought you were rooting for Krum!"

"Ron, of course I want Harry to win!"

"But you're dating the stupid hairy git!"

"I am not!"

"Then why are you always snogging him?"

"Stop it!" Harry whispered fiercely, causing the people around them to stare, "I'd appreciate it if you two would stop arguing for once, it really gets on my nerves!"

They both threw Harry dirty looks and then continued to eat in silence.

Great, Harry thought to himself, this was a perfect start to one of the most important days of his life. He thought nothing could cheer him up at that moment, but boy was he wrong. Cedric walked in with custom tailored yellow robes and the room went wild—students clapped and chanted "Cedric! Cedric! Cedric!" just as they had when his name came out of the goblet of fire. Harry was about to join in on the cheering but stopped himself when he realized that Cedric was looking directly at him with those sparkling gray eyes.

"Harry, sit down and eat your breakfast already!" Hermione ordered.

"Oh…ok," Harry said reluctantly

"Who does he think he is? Wearing that ridiculous yellow outfit…" Ron muttered

"I know," Hermione agreed, "He's just trying to attract attention."

"He is not!" Harry exclaimed, "They're traditional robes that Helga Hufflepuff wore! You of all people should know that Hermione!"

"Harry…I'm sorry" She said in shock.

There was an awkward silence.

"Listen guys, I'm sorry if I've been a little testy this morning…" Harry began.

"A little?" Ron said with a look of utter disbelief.

"Ok, a lot" Harry corrected, "I'm just nervous about the task…"

"It's ok Harry, we understand" Hermione said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Yeah Harry, we're behind you 100 percent" Ron agreed, putting his hand on Harry's other shoulder.

"OH I LOVE YOU GUYS!" Harry unexpectedly burst out, hugging them both.

Cedric sat at the Hufflepuff table with a large helping of kippers and marmalade. Although everyone was trying to make conversation with him, he managed to steal glances at Harry every once in a while.

"Who made those robes for you Cedric," a sixth year girl asked him.

"Um…A witch called…" Cedric trailed off as he turned his head and saw Harry hugging Ron and Hermione.

"A witch called?" the sixth year asked impatiently.

"Harry…" he sighed, "you are so sweet.."

"A witch called Harry?" the sixth year giggled.

"Huh?" Cedric said turning around.

"Cedric hellooo? You better wake up, the final task is today!"

"Yeah, I know…" He muttered digging into his breakfast. He looked at his watch to double check the time—nine hours and fifteen minutes left before the final task.

"Yoo hoo, Cedreec!" Fleur called over to him from the Ravenclaw table, "It eez time to meet our families in zee side chamber!"

Cedric nodded and walked over to the side chamber of the great hall with Fleur. He walked in and saw his parents, Fleur's family and for some reason, the Weasleys…

"Oh Cedric, could you tell Harry that we're here to see him?" Mrs. Weasley asked him kindly.

"Sure," he replied. He was happy to have any excuse to talk or look at Harry.

"Harry!" Cedric called as he stuck his head out the door. Harry turned around and looked at Cedric with those emerald green eyes partially covered by that wonderfully untidy black hair…

"Your family's here!" he added giving him a wink and then returning to his parents. As Harry walked in, Cedric's father began muttering under his breath.

"So that's the other Hogwarts champion is it, the boy-who-lived huh? Well after tonight he'll be known as the boy-who-lost the Triwizard tournament!"

"Dad!" Cedric whispered angrily, "Please don't say things like that, especially around all of these people!"

"Listen, son" he began, "You better win this thing or else! We need the money! And if you lose you'll look like a stupid mudblood!"

"Amos!" Cedric's mother exclaimed, "Don't talk to Cedric like that, don't even compare him to those filthy mudbloods!"

"I'll say whatever the bloody hell I want to say woman!"

"Dad! Mum! Stop arguing, people will hear! I've decided I'm keeping the money for myself."

"What! You little—" his father began.

"Dad…you and mum would just spend all of the money on firewhisky!"

Before his father could retort, Fleur's parents came over to introduce themselves. Cedric wished his parents hadn't come. They were an embarrassment. Not an embarrassment in the sense that they wore silly clothes or treated him like a child, but an embarrassment because they were selfish, judgmental and abusive people. As Cedric stood there thinking of all the reasons why he hated his parents, Harry walked by with the Weasleys. Please don't notice him, Cedric thought to himself, but it was too late.

"Ahh, so you're the Potter boy are you!" Mr. Diggory said loudly, "Bet you're worried now that you're not in the lead anymore!"

"What?" said Harry.

"Just ignore him," Cedric said in a low voice, "See you tonight." He couldn't wait for the final task now, at least then he would be away from his parents. But his mind would change when he was actually there standing in front of the maze, next to Harry….

Dun dun dunnn! What will happen during the final task? Read on!