Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. HP belongs to J. K. Rowling and company. I'm just playing with them for a bit - I make no promises that they will be returned in like-new condition. MWHAHAHA!!

AN: I worked on this one for weeks ... letting the bunny grow and adding it piece by piece as it did so forgive me if it skips around a bit. I've also changed a few things to fit. When the portkey brings Harry and the body of Cedric back he's almost catatonic so he's not taken by Moody - instead he's taken straight to the hostipal wing. Moody is watched closely by Snape who stops him from getting away.

You can rewrite any of my starter bunnies to fit your style as well as add in things you feel they should have. Again, if you adopt one you must let me know.

I'm hoping a Harry Potter/Twilight fan will take this one. For more info look to the original bunny at the bottom.

"Both of us." Harry said grasping Cedric's hand, finger intertwining naturally. "We'll go at the same time." Harry's cheeks dusted with a blush as his thoughts wondered to the night before where they'd done something much more intimate at the same time.

Harry tugged Cedric towards the Cup, Cedric supporting his weight when he stumbled. They stopped before the Cup, entwined fingers reaching for it before Harry brought them to a stop. His eyes found Cedric's, shining with all the love the felt for each other. "I love you."

The smile that split Cedric's face so worth everything they'd gone through to get to this point. "I love you too."

A blush staining his face, Harry leaned forward, lips capturing Cedric's, fingers of his free hand sliding and grasping through bronze hair as a moan escaped. They pulled back when air became necessary, sharing one last caring smile before fingers touched the Cup, only to feel the familiar pulling of a Portkey.

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"Kill the spare." Harry's mind went blank as he watched the green light head towards the man he loved with all his heart. There was nothing he could do. The light was moving too fast and Harry's feet felt like they'd been encased in stone or maybe he'd been petrified, Harry thought with an edge of hysteria.

Harry watched, mind shying from the sight and his heart breaking as the light left Cedric's eyes and his body collapsed. Blackness overtook him.

He was dragged back to reality when pain dug into his forearm. Harry watched in growing horror as Voldemort was reborn and the Death Eaters called. He was going to die. There was no way he could get away from them. There were too many and Voldemort himself to deal with, plus the fact that he was still tied to the headstone. Maybe death won't be so bad, Harry thought as his eyes sought out Cedric.

A rough shake of his head dissuaded him of that idea. That wasn't what Cedric would have wanted. He steeled himself for the fight because he wasn't going down without one.

And fight he did. It was almost too easy, as if some God was watching over him that night. Voldemort tossed his wand on the ground before him as the ropes eased and slipped from around him.

(AN: WILL COME BACK AND WRITE THE FIGHT SCENE LATER - I HOPE. FIGHT SCENES STUMP ME A BIT SO FOR NOW EVERYTHING HAPPENS EXACTLY AS IT DID IN THE BOOK.)

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Immediately upon landing, Harry was bustled off to the hospital wing, despite his protests of staying with Cedric. The crowd, those who didn't instantly label him as the murderer, had looked at him as if it was some noble sacrifice. Harry had wanted to scream, to yell out that the love of his life was dead and it wasn't something noble.

Once in the hospital, after multiple attempts to wriggle himself from Dumbledore's firm grasp, Madame Pomphrey had him in 'his' bed, wand moving furiously while noises of sympathy quickly turned to disbelief.

"What do you have, Poppy?"

Pomphrey gave a shake of her head before responding. "He's on the verge of magical exhaustion with signs of Crutiatus." Poppy hesitated as she glanced to the side where Dumbledore stood. While she would have wanted patient confidentiality she didn't work at St. Mungo's and her patients were underage. Usually she'd ask for a guardian to be present but Mr. Potter, Harry's, guardian was Dumbledore while within the walls of the Hogwarts. No matter how much she may have wanted to ask him to leave she had no rights and she knew it. As a creeping feeling of foreboding sent shivers up her spine Poppy only hoped Harry could forgive her.

Poppy locked eyes with Harry trying with all her might to convey her feeling. "I must ask ... are you sexually active, Mr. Potter?"

Harry's cheeks grew hot and his eyes darted between Pomphrey and Dumbledore before they dropped to his clasped hands. He gave a short nod.

There was a sharp breath and Harry wasn't sure which it had come from, too embarrassed to look up.

"Have you taken any potions? Any known or unknown?"

This drew Harry's eyes up as confusion rushed through him. "Only the ones we test in class and the ones I get from you. What does this have to do with anything?"

"Just bare with me. I need to know so I can make an informed diagnosis. Have you noticed anything different? Have you been sick lately? Maybe you've been feeling more tired than usual?"

"Well of course I have. With this tournament I haven't been sleeping much and I've made myself sick with worry." Harry watched Pomphrey's eyes close and wondered again what this was about. Was he dying? He ignored the spark of hope that lit in his chest, quickly smothering it.

"Given your answers and the results of the tests I can only conclude that you are pregnant, Mr. Potter."

The world went white before shifting back into focus. The world around him became clearer than it had ever been before. Harry's arms curled around his middle. Cedric. A piece of Cedric was growing inside him. A confirmation of their love and power - for not many wizards could become pregnant without aid of a risky potion. It wasn't just about power though, there had to be love.

Harry was unlucky enough to be so deeply lost in his thoughts that he never saw the calculation and horror growing within Dumbledore's eyes, never saw his fingers curl around his wand. There wasn't time to reach for his own wand before Pomphrey had been stunned.

Harry's eyes widened as he saw the red light rushing towards him before all was dark.

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DUMBLEDORE'S POV

Pregnant? The word echoed in his head. This couldn't be happening. He'd never planned for something like this - a girlfriend around this time certainly. The Chang girl had been perfect and the competition for her affection had done Harry wonders. It also kept things from becoming too serious, thus keeping a situation like this from happening ... only with the Chang girl lying in the bed before him.

How could it have happened? He'd watched Harry so very closely during this tournament. He'd had everyone he could watching Harry. How dare he!

Who could it have been? One of the boys in his dorm? No, they weren't close enough. Certainly not Ronald, either. Dumbledore wracked his aged mind before the memory of the maze came forth.

The Diggory boy! A growl resounded within his mind.

This couldn't happen. The Boy-Who-Lived couldn't be pregnant. The public would have a field day. The Ministry would be in the center of it, especially as it had happened under his nose within a school that was supposed to have charms and protection spells to keep this from happening.

There was also Harry's image to think of. In the coming years, sooner if what had happened tonight was anything to go by, Harry would be thrust into the role of leader and war hero. He would need to project a powerful, dominant personality. It would never work if the world knew he had been pregnant, had carried the child of another man within his own body.

All his carefully cultivated plans were crashing down around him.

There was nothing left to do then. His fingers curled around his wand.

Poppy's feet crumpled from beneath her as the stunner hit. Dumbledore was already firing off another stunner before her body reached the ground.

Dumbldore made his way to where she lay, crouching beside her. "Obliviate." The memory of Harry Potter being pregnant was erased from her mind. He quickly smoothed the rough edges the spell left behind. That was one of the perks to being a Master of Legilimency. Even a Mind Healer, studied in the ways of memory charm reversals would never know the difference.

He quickly moved to Harry's bedside, looking down at the boy Dumbledore gave a heartfelt sigh. He couldn't do it. Even if it was for The Greater Good. The child was a true innocent, having never breathed its first breath of tainted air. He would need to take drastic measures then.

He pulled up the spell needed from his vast memory. There was no room for error. He aimed his wand directly at the place the child was growing and spoke the spell precisely. "Congelo parvulus intus¹." Another flick. "Abdo²." That would stop this nonsense and hide it from anyone, especially healers.

Next, "Obliviate." This time though, Dumbledore followed the spell. He'd need to do a bit of rearranging. While the spells would hide the pregnancy from the medical surface scans if someone went looking they'd break right through it. He'd just have to change things so that no one would ever have a need to look deeper.

It took almost an hour to find, erase and rearrange Harry's mind to his liking. He removed everything of the Diggory boy except for a fierce competition for the heart of one Cho Chang with a hint of gratefulness for his help during the tournament and a hint of guilt at his death. He removed any sexual impulse for men, twisting it to the point where Harry was almost asexual with only the barest of interest in females. With nothing to compare to he'd think everything was just as it should be. As an afterthought Dumbledore called forth the images and memories of Miss. Weasley. She would be the perfect Mrs. Potter candidate. With this in mind he twisted the recent memories to show her in a more favorable light. That would grow in later years but it would do for now.

His work done, Dumbledore removed himself from Harry's mind. He added a light sleeping spell before removing the stunner. That would take care of Harry.

He turned his attention to Poppy. Now what to do with her? A fainting spell? No, she'd never believe that ... unless ...

Right on time. He waited a moment before swiftly lifting Poppy with a strength that one wouldn't expect for someone of his age. He canceled the stunner just as the doors to the Hospital Wing opened, the chill and unhappiness of the Dementor permeating the air around them.

"Easy, Poppy." He helped her into a chair.

"What ... Albus, what happened?"

"The Dementor, my dear. It was quite unexpected. I almost didn't manage to catch you when you fainted."

Poppy looked confused for a moment, shivering under the non-stare of the Dementor before she nodded. Of course that's what had happened. What else could it have been? She quickly pulled herself together. "Out. All of you. I won't have you disrupting my patient. He's very sensitive to those ... things." She gave a fierce glare at both the Minister and the Dementor as she shooed them all out.

Dumbledore gave a sigh, a twinkle in his eyes and a smile upon his lips. Everything was back on course.

What he didn't know, would never know, was that Harry's mind and magic were already fighting the spells. Sadly, it would take many years and the death of the caster before his magic could put any serious chips in the spells. It would be many years, indeed, before Harry Potter would be free.

FIN

¹Congelo parvulus intus: Freeze the child within. (I don't speak Latin so I used a translator. Blame it if it's all wrong. Any Latin help is appreciated.) I tried multiple 'spells'. This is the one that looked and sounded the best.

²Abdo: Hide/Conceal

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Sorry to all those who love Dumbledore. I needed him to be the one to place the spells and to get him to the point where he actually did - it was harsh on him and it was trying for me. I tried to keep *some* good in him though. He could have just decided to abort the child. Harry's magic could have kicked in and stopped it but I wanted Dumbledore to have at least a hint of good in him. I'm such a sap. I see Dumbledore here as not truly bad but he's a war leader and he's old. He's started to buy into his own hype and decided that he's the only one who knows the 'big piture' of this war and what has to happen to get it to the end - it's made him a bit cold (and manipulative) to the little people that are stepped on, on the way there. But like he said - even he can't kill an unborn child, a true innocent, even for 'The Greater Good.

ORIGINAL BUNNY

Harry and Cedric were lovers. The night of Voldemort's rebirth after everything is over Harry is taken to the hospital wing. He's pregnant. Only he, Dumbledore, and Madam Pomfrey are in the room. Dumbledore decides Harry can't have a child this young - what would people think? and there's Voldemort and the war to think about. Harry wouldn't be able to fight. So Dumbledore freezes the pregnancy and obliviates them both.

Events carry out the same as the books. Ick, Ginny but maybe it's something Dumbledore changed? I mean, he's a master of Legilimency, right? Not only is Harry a hero but he's the last of his line ... he needs to win the war and settle down with a nice woman. After all, a hero can't be seen as the submissive/mother.

The problem being? After his death Dumbledore's spells start to unravel - very slowly, giving enough time for the book to play out but not enough for Harry to settle with Ginny.

This can be reasonably crossed with just about anything. So show Harry, still pregnant or with child, leaving the Wizarding World ... whether it's because of the Death Eaters still on the loose, evil Weasleys wanting Harry to abort and marry Ginny - even going so far as to use potions, or just to get away from it all. Send him somewhere else. (Harry/Ginny is a very EW pairing for me but you can write it anyway you choose. I'd love you if you showed her as a nut job though.)

- I'm a crossover fanatic so I'm making this a must - This must be a crossover eventually (it'd be cool to see Twilight - Edward anyone? Maybe Cedric and Edward don't just look alike, maybe they smell alike? Thus the child smells like his. Awkward much?)

- I'd like to keep it slash since it starts out as Harry/Cedric.

- Nothing can happen to the baby. Don't just kill it off or forget all about it - there can be near misses. Like, what happens to a baby that's kept frozen in development for years? What about when Harry is hit with the AK? What about the Cruciatus? What about all the other things Harry has gone through since the TWT? How would they affect the baby? This would be a great time to put your knowledge of birth defects into practice. I don't think I've ever read a story with Harry giving birth to anything less than a perfect baby or just miscarrying all together. It'd be nice to see something unique.