Previously
"Hey, it's alright, we won't hurt you. What's your name?"
"Cedric," he answered, surprised as his voice sounded unfamiliar to his ears.
"Alright Cedric, I'm Carlisle. Do you have any idea what's happened?"
"No." Cedric answered hoarsely, "Do you?"
Carlisle chuckled and the sound seemed to reverberate around the room. "I imagine I have more of an idea than you."
Alice surveyed the newcomer with a small amount of trepidation – something was slightly wrong here. Her gaze rested on his face and suddenly a chill ran down her spine,
"Carlisle," Alice whispered, "His eyes…they're red."
Her words had an immediate effect – six pairs of topaz-coloured eyes gazed piercingly into blood-red ones.
Esme gasped, "Why didn't we notice before?"
"Because this can't be right," Carlisle shook his head, "he was turning when we found him."
"Perhaps not," Edward mused, "he could have been in some other kind of pain when we found him."
Cedric grew nervous at the shift in tone and tensed slightly.
"What else causes that much though?" Rosalie questioned, glancing at Cedric.
"I don't know," Carlisle sighed, "But it's clear he's tasted human blood. Edward, can you see what he's thinking?"
"He's…he's deciding on which one of us he could take-down in an escape attempt."
All seven automatically moved closer to the door and formed a slight semicircle around it. Alice bit back a laugh at the expression on Cedric's face. He looked like a child cheated of a sweet.
"He doesn't know what to do now. He doesn't trust us and, well he's thirsty." He paused, "Carlisle, he's acting mentally like a first-year vampire in the midst of a blood-lust."
"How long was he active before we found him?"
"I…don't know." Edward said, "Escaping and feeding is all he's thinking about but, more so than any other vampire I've come across. It's almost as if; well, as if he has no memory of anything else."
"But when he woke up he yelled 'harry'," Rosalie pointed out through Esme's horrified gasp, "And you said you saw a graveyard and a flash of green light in his head."
"They're most likely the only memories he has before he turned," said Edward sadly.
"Can he be helped?" Alice asked hopefully, "can you restore his memory Carlisle?"
"I don't know," Carlisle responded cautiously, "I need to know how the memory loss came about and determine the extent of damage before I can make any judgements."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Emmett questioned, "Let's get him to the hospital for some tests." He took a step towards Cedric.
Cedric leapt backwards before realizing he was backing himself into a corner. However, before he could make another move Emmett had grabbed his legs and Edward had grabbed his arms. He struggled and nearly got free due to his first-year vampires enhanced strength but he was no match for all seven vampires and currently each one was latched on to a different section of his body.
"I don't think taking a blood-lusting vampire to a human-filled hospital is actually a good idea." Rosalie said snidely, "He's stronger than each of us respectively at the moment and that strength will only multiply upon the smell of human."
"I'm sure we can contain him." Emmett ginned, "he's only a little guy compared to me anyway."
"But we can't risk it," Rosalie stated firmly, "what if he escapes and blows our cover? We've still got a few good years here and I don't want to have to leave."
Everyone turned to Alice.
Alice sighed, "no matter how hard I try I can't see this ending well."
"Well then, we may just have to hope that he regains his memory naturally. Trauma-induced stress can cause temporary memory loss and at this moment is the most likely cause." Carlisle smiled sadly, "Alice?"
"Well, I can see him but how do I know if his memory's back? I don't read minds you know."
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Harry collapsed to his knees as the triwizard cup portkey returned him to the middle of the maze. His knee ached and his scar throbbed painfully as he felt himself fall into the dirt, glasses crushed onto his nose as he sobbed. Distantly, he could make out the faint noise of footsteps but paid no attention as rapt as he was in his grief.
"HARRY"
"Haaaaaaaaarry!"
"What in Merlin's name is going on?"
"Where's Cedric?"
"Harry!"
He moaned softly as he felt himself being shaken, Dumbledore's gnarled fingers grasping his shoulders so hard it began to hurt.
"Harry, what happened?"
"Let go" he mumbled and tried to rebury his nose in the dirt, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Harry, I need you to calm down and tell me what happened".
"Cup….stone….figure, Cedric! Oh Merlin, Cedric!" He collapsed again his body going limp in Dumbledore's arms as he faded from consciousness.
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"…what happened?"
"Yeah, just look… lying there"
"…three days"
"Dumbledore's desperate…"
"Cedric…no idea…"
"Oh look, his finger twitched!"
"Oh come on, honestly, his finger twitched?"
"I swear it did, I saw it!"
"Oh pull the other one why don't you."
"Aha! It did it again!"
"Uh huh, I'm sure it did."
"Hmmph, well just cause you didn't see it…"
"Only because you imagined it."
"Oh my goodness, his foot moved!"
"I TOLD you so!"
"No Ronald, you said his finger twitched. Now perhaps you can't tell a finger from a foot – and it's not my place to judge – but that was most definitely a foot twitch. "
"Oh just shut the HELL up!" Harry suddenly roared, "I've been listening to your annoying voices all morning. Now go away and leave me in peace." With that he turned his back on them and commenced pretending they didn't exist.
"But…but Harry." Hermione said weakly, "you've only just woken up and we've been so worried."
Not a single muscle twitched.
"And…and I don't know what brought this anger on so suddenly but I really don't think you mean to direct it at us, right? I mean, whatever happened to you wasn't our fault so please; please don't blame us for it."
Harry tensed before coldly replying, "you have no idea what happened to me so don't you dare speak of it. Now get out." He recommenced pretending they didn't exist.
"Come on Hermione" Ron said sadly, "can't argue when he's being a right prick."
Harry retained his coldness until he was sure they'd left before allowing himself to breakdown and cry.
It had to be done. I had to drive them away. I have to drive them all away. This is what happens when I get too close to a person; they die and I am left with all the sorrow and the regret and the guilt. But I don't have to live like this. I won't. I can't take another death. I'm only 14 for goodness sake. I have to get away, away from Hogwarts, away from wizards, away from him. Forget magic and the boy-who-lived and prophecies. I don't need it. I never wanted it. And now I'm forsaking it. The school year ends soon, I can slip away then. But first, I have to tell Cedric's family. I hope they'll forgive me.
A/N. Err, I'm sorry I've been so slack, really that's all I have to say for myself. If you're confused Cedric's bit is kind of in the future in comparison to Harry's part – they'll catch up eventually. Thanks for all the reviews, I really appreciated any constructive things you have to say, anything you want included in the story or anything like that.