Cedric Diggory
Potter was filthy, but his eyes were determined. Our breaths were heavy and Cedric could just barely comprehend that he'd almost died not even five seconds ago. Cedric was just glad he hadn't died because of this tournament.
"Take it." He said. Enough was enough. This tournament was nothing. He almost died! Potter saved his life, so he could at least win the money. Potter deserved it.
"No, I can't, you were here first, you take it!"
Cedric noticed the wind picking up, the maze ready to swallow them whole. Potter was growing anxious and Cedric shook his head.
"Take it! Go!"
Potter was torn, "Together. On three. One, two…three!"
Cedric fasten his hand on the cup shimmering in front of him the moment three sounded out of his mouth. Together was the only way out of this.
Something went wrong. The cup didn't spit them out in the clearing where they were meant to go. They were in a graveyard or something. Headstones were everywhere.
"Cedric we have to get out of here." Potter said with strong tone of fear in his voice. Cedric was confused. How had they ended up here? He'd been looking forward to seeing his father and showing him that Triwizard cup. He wanted to make him proud. Cedric didn't have the best grades and he wasn't the best team player, but he was a good duelist. He could do this!
"Kill the spare!"
Potter had said something before that, but Cedric hadn't been listening. He turned around just in time to see a rattish looking man raising his wand. There was no time for goodbyes' or please remember me's. He wouldn't be there to make his father proud.
"Avada Kadavra."
His eyes filled with pain and lots of green. Then everything was just gone.
A/N:Poor Cedric. Thanks for the reviews!