A/n: This is relatively short chapter, mostly b/c the next one will be particularly long. Sorry this has (and probably will again) took so long to update, but I'm trying to consistently update all my stories and its proving to take alot longer then I expected. Anyways, MAJOR HUGE COLOSSAL thanks to ALL my reviewers, b/c gettgin a review makes me so happy and stuff. So anyways, enough blabbing. Here's the next chapter (and I'm sorry if there's any spelling or typo mistakes I didn't catch!). Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Madame Pomfrey came bustling in once again. "Alright there, Potter?" he heard her say.

"Yes ma'am."

"Drink the tonic, Potter! You want to get off the crutches, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Well, then, drink it up! I don't care if it tastes rotten! It takes your weak body back to 100! Drink it!"

Cedric felt another surge of anger. Of course. Why wouldn't it happen like this? All the indestructible Harry Potter had to was drink some stupid mix and he would be all better, while Cedric was laying there on his bed paralysed. Still, the word sounded wrong and foreign in his mind. Why was he paralysed? Wizards just don't get paralysed. They can fix it..... they're wizards ......

"Diggory!"

Cedric jumped and Madame Pomfrey opened the curtains roughly. "Will you not answer me?"

"S-sorry ma'am."

"And listen to me when I'm talking to you!"

"Yes ma'am." Cedric followed Harry's example gloomily with his head down.

"You too! Drink up all that tonic. You'll have drink nearly twice as much as Mister Potter, but you do want the use of your limbs back, don't you?!"

Cedric's head snapped up. Had he heard what he thought he'd heard? "I'm n-not ..... I-I'm ....... I'm..... not....."

"Well? Spit it out!" Madame Pomfrey prodded, her hands on her hips and her foot tapping as though she needed to be somewhere else.

"I'm not paralysed?" Cedric said 'paralysed' as though he were gasping for air.

Madame Pomfrey quickly shook her head. "Oh, heavens no! That curse did a number on you, though. Have you ever seen a paralysed wizard, Diggory? Neither have I because we have the things to fix it." she paused, but very briefly. "Goodness me, you're lucky to even be alive! It's a mystery as to how you made it be sitting in that bed as it is! And I dare say, you will be spending a great deal of time in that bed. Now drink up your tonic!" she motioned to a bottle filled with nasty looking green-brown liquid. "Then get some more rest! It'll help. Believe me." she waggled a finger at him then retreated from his bed area, closing the curtains behind her.

Cedric seized the bottle on his nightstand. He popped it open and began to guzzle it as fast as his body would allow. It smelled like something sweet that had gone long rotten in the fridge, and tasted horribly bitter, te slightly tart at the same time. The after taste - which Cedric only noticed when he stopped to take a breathe - was much like that of a cough syrup gone bad: that medicine taste, sticking to every part of his mouth, accompanied by the taste of expired cabbage. It was the worst thing Cedric had ever tasted in his entire life. But he drank it all, down to the very last drop.

He was elated with joy when he set the empty bottle back on his nightstand, ignoring the disgusting after taste, still sticking in his mouth. He'd never been happier. He wasn't paralysed after all!

He couldn't wait to tell Cho.

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