A/N: The other chapters have all been future choices (except Draco & Lavender, whose choices are during Half-Blood Prince), this one takes place during the end of the Third Task in Goblet of Fire. I watched the DVD during the week, and couldn't get Cedric's choice out of my head. Dialogue in the fic is from pages 548-551 of the UK edition of Goblet of Fire.

Cedric Diggory

I advance cautiously through the maze, wand held defensively in front of me, According to the Point-Me spell, the Cup is somewhere to the left of me, but the path is continuing to the bear right, and I can't find any openings.

I hope that I can find the Cup before Harry does. Even though he stopped Krum from continuing to Crucio me, we're still both after the same prize. Like we were with Cho, and I won there, and I'm going to win here as well.

Finally, a break in the hedge to the right! I dash through it and see the Cup on the plinth about eighty yards away. I run towards it, so intent on reaching it that I can't see anything else.

A shriek from behind me prompts me to look to my left. Merlin! What has Hagrid been breeding in the Forest? I dive forwards in panic, and lose hold of my wand when I hit the ground. I scrabble desperately forwards, trying to reach it before the spider reaches me.

I can hear someone – it must be Harry, he's the only one left in here – shouting spells at the spider. They're not doing anything; the hairs standing on the back of my neck tell me it's looming over me.

More shouting, and the sense of menace is gone. I can hear the spider scuttling away from me, and my fingers finally grasp my wand. I point it blindly at the spider, and shout "Stupefy!" at the same time as Harry. The spider keels over, flattening a section of the maze and lies there, twitching several legs.

I can't see Harry and for a horrible moment think that the spider has fallen on him. A terrible irony: he survives a Killing Curse, only to be squashed flat by a giant spider. I shout to him and am relieved to hear him shout back that he's okay.

The Cup is only a few feet away. I only have to take two steps and reach out my hand, and the honour and glory is mine.

"Take it, then. Go on, take it. You're there," Harry gasps, holding the hedge to keep himself upright.

Suddenly I can't do it. Harry's the reason I've got so far in the Tournament, and it wouldn't be right if I took the Cup from him. I take a deep breath and say with a bit of regret, "You take it. You should win. That's twice you've saved my neck in here."

Harry glares at me. "That's not how it's supposed to work," he snaps. "The one who reaches the Cup first gets the points. That's you. I'm telling you, I'm not going to win any races on this leg."

His leg? I look down and see that his robes are torn and covered in some type of black gooey substance. This decides me; Harry should be the winner, and he would have been if he hadn't saved me from the spider.

"No," I state, moving away from the Cup to make my decision perfectly clear. Harry should win, and he can't say anything to change my mind now.

"Stop being noble. Just take it, then we can get out of here."

This stops me for a moment. Am I being noble? I don't think so, Dad taught me early to do what was right, and giving up my chance at glory is the right thing to do here. The best of the Champions was always Harry; he tried to save the other hostages in the Second Task, even though it meant coming last, and he helped all of us in the maze as well. He deserves to be Triwizard Champion.

I keep saying no in the face of Harry's continued arguments. I'm determined that he will be Champion, and that's final.

My attention is caught when Harry says, "Both of us."

"What?" I can't believe he's offering me a chance to be Champion as well.

"We take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."

I stutter, "You – you sure?"

"Yeah. Yeah… we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together."

He is. He's offering me a share in the fame he already enjoys. I can't stop the grin from forming as I answer, "You're on. Come here."

I loop Harry's arm over my shoulders and help him limp over to the pedestal. We've made the choice to share the win, and it's the right one. The honourable one. Hogwarts will still be the winning school, even if there are two names on the Cup.

"On three right? One – two – three –" Harry counts.

We both grasp the handles on three. Yes, it is the right choice to make to share the win.