Title: Would You Die Live for Love?

Summary: Many things are going on during Cedric's sixth year. The Triwizard Tournament takes place, and he must face three dangerous tasks not knowing if he will live to see another day, but will only three champions live, what will he do for love?

Paring: Cedric/ Cho and Cedric/ Other Character

a/n: I only thought it would be cool to add some new characters and what not, so there will be some drama and other stuff between the Characters, so the rating might go up. There is also some French in this chapter. If there is a star after a word the translation will be at the bottom of the story.

What Life Is Like for A Shadow

Cedric woke early for a Sunday, all seemed a bit too still, yet he got up and dressed for breakfast. The hall was almost empty, with a few people here and there, but few compare to the student body. Cedric walked down the hall unnoticed, like a ghost. No one seemed to see him. The usual flock of girls that followed him had not found him yet so he had some time to him self. He entered the Dining Hall and sat down at the Huffelpuff table. Not a face looked at him once, it was as if he did not exist.

The Griffendor table was filled with giggles of four sixth-year girls. Cedric looked up to see them. Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, and a girl Cedric had never noticed before were talking filling the Hall with their voices, that Cedric could not help but listen.

"Ron are you worried? I mean your cousin is competing in the Tournament." Alicia said a bit worried.

"Not at all. Fleur has to do what she has to do, it's Harry I worried about." The girl answered.

"Aren't we all, he was not even suppose to compete." Katie replied, "I wish it was you Angie

though."

"I'm fine Harry and Cedric will do a great job representing our school." Angelina pronounced.

Their voices seemed to fade as more students seemed to come in. Though the girl that was with the Griffendor Chaser, called Ron, was still in his mind. She was familiar from somewhere but could not remember. He ate the rest of his breakfast in silence. When he was done, he left for library. At that time Harry was coming down for breakfast and everyone was approaching him, talking to him and asking all the same questions. Still as Cedric walked past no one saw him, his flocking girls were all around Harry adoring him as they would Cedric, one glaceed his way but it seemed that she looked right through, as if he were just a shadow in the crowd.

The library stood right in front of him. It was like a home inside a home for Cedric, he loved to read and study.

The library at last.

Somewhere I know all my troublous will fade away.

I'm all ready a ghost.

Here though I can be anything I want.

He walked up to one of the shelves and pulled out, Quidditch Through the Ages, and sat at a table. Cedric pulled out a piece of parchment and took notes of plays for next years games. He sat in the silence of the library fo a long time few people came in and out, no one glaceed his way or even saw him. What seemed like hours later two voices reached his ears.

"Madam Price, where is Quidditch Through the Ages?" A feminine voice asked.

"I do not know Miss Wilson. Follow me and I'll check." Madam Price and foot steps started to head Cedric's way.

The girl from the Griffendor table was standing in front of him along with Madam Price. She searched the shelves for a few minuets while the student stood there leaning against the shelf. After a few minuets Madam Price pulled out the second copy the library own and turned around to see Cedric sitting there taking notes furiously on his piece of parchment. Nodded and left the corner. The girl sat down at the seat across from Cedric. He noticed she was there but decided to be invisible for a little longer. After a few minuets of silence someone finally spoke up.

"Coagulation, on Being the School Champion." Ron commented in a polite way.

"Thanks." Cedric only replied, not even looking up.

"You're welcome."

"Wait why are you being nice to me?" Cedric looked up from his book.

"Because I can."

"You're in Griffendor though, you're supporting Harry."

"Your point?"

After that it was silent and she returned to her book, Cedric was still looking up at her. Ron's dark brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, swaying back and forth, shimmering in the sunlight that hit it. Her fair skin was the perfect complement to her hair, along with her hazel eyes. She was slender but not too thin, almost perfect. He did not notice the gleaming Prefects badge pressed aginst her chest at all. Cedric tried to concentrate on his book but with her in front of him, it was hard to do. The room was silent for a while. Until Cedric broke the silence.

"What's your name?"

"Veronica, Veronica Wilson. Griffendor fifth-year." She said as she looked up to see Cedric's eyes staring at her.

"Oh. Cedric Diggory, Huffelpuff sixth-year." He said as he put his book away and took her hand, "Nice to meet you." With that Cedric left the library for lunch with his friends.

The rest of the day seemed to run smoothly. He kept looking at the Griffendor table all lunch and dinner, even if Fleur was trying to talk to him from the Ravenclaw table. Cedric's eyes mainly rested on Veronica. That night all troubles seemed to leave Cedric's mind, and he slept soundly.

"Diggory, wake-up! We're going to be late!" James said, shaking Cedric back and forth, trying to wake him up.

"What?" he only replied.

"Class starts in a half hour"

"What!"

"You heard me!"

"Thanks." Cedric said as he rolled out of bed and got dressed in his uniform.

Don't think I'll have breakfast today.

Not at all.

Class in more important, since I'm not having my exams.

The grade will be everything.

The Ministry only wants the brightest and cleverest.

That's what dad always says.

Cedric grabbed his books and left for Mad-Eyed Moody's class room for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Many people were coming up to him today, hoping for his support. The usual amount of girls once again flowed around him throughout the day, all giggly and flushed. All hoping for Cedric to talk to them just once.

The next day the same things happened as the day before, it was like Sunday had never happened. It confused him deeply the way one day you go unnoticed and then the next you're so popular that everyone is staring at you. At lunch two Ravenclaw girls came up to Cedric.

"Hi. Uh . . . we were wondering if you would . . ." The smaller one of them said, a bit nervous.

"If you would sign our bags?" The other finished.

"Sure." Cedric replied taking out his pen to sign their bags in which one other Champion has put their mark. In the corner Harry Potter was filled with jealousy for the Huffelpuff who was now in the spotlight. That night Cedric did as he always did, polished his wand and went to sleep.

Walking down the halls the next day to Transfiguration Colin Creevey ran up to Cedric as fast as he could.

"Cedric! Cedric!" He called as he reached Cedric. He turned around to see a short Griffendor.

"What do you need Colin?"

"Mr. Baghman, told me to get you and Harry. They need the Champions for something, pictures I think."

"Where?"

"A small class room. The empty one around the corner. Bring your stuff with you."

"Thanks, Colin." Cedric ran down the hall to the empty room. Fleur was already there staring out the window twirling her hair around her finger. Cedric was memorized by her beauty. She turned around to see him staring at her, and all Fleur did was smile.

"Bonjour Cedric. 'ow are you?"

"I'm fine and you?"

"I am great, and zhis school is nice."

"It is. Is in it?"

"Though at my school no one would be left alone in zay salle or they would be gone like zat."

"Really, I guess we have more freedom that you."

"I think not zat is not funny."

"Well what do you think the first task will be?"

"I zoǹ?t know."

"Neither do I. Neither do I." Victor krum walked in along with Lodo Baghman and two other people who were from the Daily Prophet. Lodo looked around to see only three of the Champions. Cedric turned around but then turned back to Fleur to talk.

"This is kind of weird."

"

Why, Cedric?"

"Never came to my mind that we have to do interviews."

"'ally."

"Yea."

"There he is our fourth Champion, Harry Potter." Mr. Baghman said as he went over to Harry as he walked into the room, with Baghman's arm around him the four Champions were placed into positions for pictures. All were smiling as the burst of light came out of the camera. A tall blond woman walked over to the Champions with an impish grin across her boney face.

"Hullo. I'm Rita Skeeter. Writer for the Daily Prophet but of course you know that, it you who the whole world wants to know." There was a pause as she walked behind the Champions, "So which one of you wants to go first? (She ruffled Cedric's and Harry's hair.) Lovely, we'll go for the youngest." She pulled Harry away into the broom cupboard. Everyone took a seat in the room. It was a bit silent for a few minuets. Cedric just sat there listening to all the adults in the room talk about Harry.

Harry. Harry. Harry.

Is that all they can talk about?

Can't they see three other people here?

Aren't we in the same tournament as him?

Why I guess they only care about Harry.

Always trying to expand his fame.

Harry walked out of the broom closet with Rita Skeeter following him. Mr. Ollivander walked out of another room with professor Dumbeldore along. "Champions, may I introduce Mr. Ollivander. He will be checking your wands to make sure they are in prime conditions before the tournament begins.

"Miss Delacour, would you go first please?" Mr. Ollivander asked while Fleur handed him her wand. "Ah, it is none and a half inches . . . rosewood, inflexible and containing . . ."

"A 'air from the 'ead of a veela. It waz my grandmama." Fleur finished.

"Yes! Well, Orchideous!" Flowers bursted out from the end of the wand a flew all over the place, landing where they felt like. "Mr. Diggory?" Cedric reached inside his cloak and pulled out his wand, still gleaming from being polished, and handed it over to Mr. Ollivander.

"Ah, I remember this one, this is one of mine. Containing a single hair from a fine male unicorn, seventeen hands I think it was. Ash, twelve and a quarter inches, pleasantly springy. You must treat it regularly.

"Just polished last night." Cedric replied, grinning from ear to ear, proud to be noticed. Then out of his wand eerie silver smoke came out of it. Victor Krum was next his was a Gregorovitch creation, ten and a quarter inches. Mr. Ollivander said, "Avis!", and out of the wand came a blast as loud as a gun being fired. Harry was last and Ollivander remembered some thing very strange about his wand, and seemed to spend the most time examining it out of everyone else, in time he made a fountain of wine shot out of it.

"Now Rita who do you want to interview next?" Mr. Baghman questioned.

"I think I'll take this one right here." She said as Rita took Cedric by the arm.

He walked down the steps into the Broom cupboard. Cedric sat on the a stair while Rita sat on a bucket.

"So, Cedric. You don't mind if I use my Quick-Quotes Quill?"

"No, I don't."

"How does it feel to be in the Triwizard Tournament, with Harry Potter? Concerned that you might lose to a boy two years underneath you?"

"Well actually . . ."

"You don't mind sharing the spot light, with a boy who is more famous than you are, are you Cedric?" he leaned over and looked at her quill.

Cedric Diggory age sixteen, highly attractive.

Jealous of Harry Potter -

"Don't look at the quill Cedric. What do you think made Harry enter the tournament? How do you feel about him and the others?"

"I don't really . . ."

"How do you feel about the task ahead? You know people have died in this tournament."

A bell rang saying that another hour had passed and Dumbeldore appeared at the door. Cedric saw him and stood up promptly.

"Sir."

"Rita, Cedric. Lodo told me that it was time the other Champions to be talked to and that we're need more pictures."

This time Cedric walked out of the room and got in the position for the picture with everyone. After that he and Harry we given permission to leave. Cedric went his own way to find out what his missing work was before dinner started.

"James!"

"Hey Ced."

"What's homework?"

"Well nothing really, expect McGonagall wants us to write some thing about each day. Like a diary. I guess you can do it if you want."

"Thanks." Cedric said as he ran to his room and started his essay. He sat down at his desk with a piece of parchment and wrote down how he really felt about his day and his life.

Scribble, scribble.

What life is like for a shadow . . .

That's the end of this chapter and here are the French words.

Bonjour - Hello

Salle - Room