A/n: I apologize ahead of time if it takes a while for me to post new chapters to all my stories. I'm starting school (Grade 12 - yeesh) and having missed 5 days in a row for holidays (yahoo awesome - I met Ty Pennington!) I'm having quite a time catching up. So, again, I apologize if it seems forever before the next chapter goes up.

Chapter 3

Cedric's feet slammed unexpectedly into the ground, and beside him he felt Harry tumble down to the grass.

"Where are we?" Harry asked.

Cedric shook his head in an 'I-have-no-idea' sort of way, and helped Harry to stand.

He looked around, and really did wonder where they were. Was this supposed to be part of the Tournament? They appeared to be in a graveyard. A dark, creepy, overgrown graveyard.

"Did anyone tell you the Cup was a Portkey?" Cedric asked, studying the Cup, then Harry, hoping he'd say yes.

"Nope." Harry shook his head. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"

Cedric's stomach flipped nervously. "I dunno. Wands out, d'you reckon?"

"Yeah." Harry said, sounding somewhat relieved.

The 2 boys looked around. Cedric shivered. Everything was eerily silent. He had the strangest feeling that he was being watched.

Suddenly Harry said, "Someone's coming."

Cedric squinted in the darkness and saw a short hooded figure carrying a bundle walking towards them. Cedric had a very bad feeling about that figure. He looked at Harry, Harry looked at him. There was a creepy feeling like they were expected....

Suddenly, Harry cried out in pain, and crumpled to the ground.

"Harry! Harry! What's wrong?!" Cedric said in alarm. Harry didn't answer, and Cedric wasn't sure if Harry even heard him.

Harry lay on the ground, his hands clapped over his forehead, screaming in pain.

"Harry..." Cedric didn't know what to do. He glanced at the hooded figure.

A high, icy cold voice that chilled Cedric's very soul suddenly rang out, "KILL THE SPARE."

The voice did not come from the lips of the hooded figure.

"No..." Cedric barely had time to swallow, just as another voice, very different from the first screamed out the killing curse.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green light blasted from someone's wand and Cedric had no time to call out. No time to react, and no time to even think. It hit him, and instantaneously he fell to the ground.

Dead.

At least, he thought he was dead. After all, the killing curse had just hit him.

Cedric remembered very little from that point on. It was a blurry mess of sensations and sounds.

He lay there, unconcious, for quite some time. Finally, he managed to open one eye, but with great difficulty. He could hear voices, but did not understand any of them. He was so weak and nauseated he couldn't hardly think a single sensible thought.

He vaguely her a strange but beautiful song filtering through his ears. It sounded familiar, but he was sure he'd never heard it before. What was it? It was so soothing.....

He couldn't really see anything. Everything before his eyes seemed clouded in a weird blurry fog. He felt a tiny bit of strength in his, and managed to roll from his back to his side. He threw up.

Cedric forced both of his eyes open and they cleared barely enough for Cedric to make out the scene before him.

There was a large, oddly gleaming golden dome, and Death Eaters were whirling around it, calling out in alarm. Panicked by the presence of Death Eaters, Cedric struggled to sit up. He managed to get to a kneeling position, but now he was dizzier than ever, swaying back and forth. He threw up again from the horrible nausea.

Suddenly the golden cage-like dome disappeared, and the song stopped. Harry burst from behind the Death Eaters, and their brightly dangerous spells chased him. Harry zigged and zagged, and tombstones burst behind him.

Harry was almost 10 feet away from Cedric. Cedric tried to stand or yell, motion - something. Instead, he lost all strength and collapsed on the ground again. He his swirled with noise and light.

A heard a loud crash, and hoped Harry was still okay.

"Impedimenta!" Cedric heard Harry call out the spell in relief.

A hand suddenly clamped down hard on Cedric's wrist and he began to panic. A Death Eater had him.... a Death Eater knew he was still alive.... He struggled to get away, pulling all strength that he had.... he had next to none, however, and all that happened was that Cedric's head lolled to the side.

It wasn't a Death Eater. It was Harry.

He felt Harry tug and pull, and knew that he was trying to get back over to the Cup - fast. Cedric wanted to help: run, jump, crawl, stand...anything. Something.

"I will kill him! He's mine!" a horrible, sickening voice shrieked.

"Accio!" Harry yelled.

Cedric saw a skeletal figure with burning red eyes much too close for comfort.

There was terrible scream of fury, and the ground began swirling beneath Cedric. He threw-up again, and could feel himself being whisked away in the Portkey wind.

But those horrible burning red eyes.... they were still there..... penetrating Cedric's very mind..... and that hand..... a pale, sickly skeletal hand.... reaching...... trying to grab him and pull him back.....

Those eyes.......

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