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A/n: This story uses dialogue and scenes from Goblet of Fire. This story is AU. Later chapters are sort of a compressed version of OOTP and HBP. You'll see. Enjoy.

[Edit: This story was written years and YEARS ago, when I was a writing newbie. I leave it up to show how far I've come, and because people still stumble upon it and enjoy it. I do not guarantee quality - enjoy at your own risk. ;) -Red]

Chapter 1

Cedric lay on his back, his breath heaving from the depths of his chest. He could not believe what had just happened. What he had just witnessed.

He was nauseated, dizzy, cold and sweating. He felt that at any second now, he would surely pass out. He was hardly sure whether or not he was conscious.

Cedric slowly turned his head to the side, and he heard worried voices bustling nearer. Some were panic stricken. He thought he heard his mother...

"CEDRIC! Noooo...my baby...!"

Harry Potter lay a foot or so away. Cedric wasn't sure how conscious Harry was. Cedric tried to move his mouth, ask Harry what was going on, how he was, but his lips didn't move.

The people were very near now, but Cedric couldn't understand what they were saying anymore. All their voices became melded together into a constant din ringing in his ears.

Suddenly, Cedric felt removed from himself like he was watching a movie, and he was very confused. He "saw" Professor Mad-Eye Moody and Harry begin to walk away, Moody firing questions quickly at Harry who vaguely mumbled answers. The odd thing was though that Cedric didn't remember seeing Harry get up. His parents stood near his unmoving body, his mother sobbing, and one of the Professor held his parents back from getting any closer.

Even though Cedric felt "removed" and "above" himself, he still had the sensations of his body down on the ground. Someone was gently prodding him. That's when the sensation of being "removed" from his body dissolved. He was back in his groggy, nauseated body. There were snatches of a sentence that trickled into his brain, all disjointed and not making sense to him.

"Diggory...dead...not sure...what happened...stay back ...help...where's Potter...where...Cedric...Cedric..." Cedric didn't know who or how many people were speaking. He felt as though he was being lifted up and hurriedly carried. He tried to tell them something - he didn't know what - but only a throaty groan sort-of slithered through his lips.

"Alive..." someone said a little too loudly, Cedric thought.

Just then, a huge horribly strong wave of nausea washed over him. He kept his mouth as shut as could, praying he wouldn't retch on the person carrying him. He could feel the liquid climbing...he used all of his energy to swallow, pushing the unpleasantness back down his throat.

His thoughts were so foggy he didn't know what was going on...everything blurred and melted together...was he conscious? He didn't know. And then he slipped into blackness.

Cedric awoke slowly, and was relieved and surprised to find himself on a cool, comfortable bed in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. There was a small gleam of sunlight peeking through the windows which had a soft pink tint to it - enough to tell him it was dawn.

He was no longer nauseated, or dizzy or sweating, but he was very drowsy. He wondered how long he'd been asleep. For a moment he wondered what happened. Why was he here? Then it all came rushing back...

Cedric groaned as a vague pain shot up his leg. He felt so tired and drowsy, that he shut his eyes again, and then drifted off to sleep. Previously, his sleep had been pleasent and dreamless. This dream was not so. This dream was an all too vivid and detailed recollection of what happened. So detailed, that Cedric completely forgot that he was safe and sound in a bed in the hospital wing...

A/n: Short, I know. Review me! Make me smile.