ENDWORLD VAULT

AN: Fourth one! Sorry for the long wait on everything. I'm trying to get back into my groove with writing since I've been gone forever.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Anything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. Thanks.

Warning: light slash, character death, madness, reality bending, AU, DARK!, spy!Harry, crazy!Harry, obsession, denial, a light touch of pedophilia (just hints, nothing really bad), I think that's it...

Madness

Harry stopped breathing the moment Cedric dropped to the ground. It wasn't real. It didn't happen. He repeated over and over in his head. Any minute Cedric would break that stony gaze, lift his eyes and grin. He would laugh and smile and tell him it was all just a joke. To lighten up. To make Harry laugh. But the minute stretched on and on and on and on. Forever.

"Cedric," He finally knelt beside the corpse, ignoring the laughing of Voldemort and the arrival of his followers, he didn't even register that Voldemort had not been there moments ago, or that his arm was bleeding. He didn't even remember being tied up briefly. He touched a shaking hand to the still boy's shoulder, tear beginning to slide down his face.

"Cedric, please," Harry whispered, stifling sobs, "This isn't funny, get up, please, Cedric,"

There was nothing. Not a twitch.

"Cedric!" Harry began to hyperventilate, "Cedric, please, please get up," He shook a little harder. But, then he thought of something. Cedric was a pretty heavy sleeper, and though he'd never really seen Cedric sleep, perhaps Cedric slept with his eyes open, that must be it. Of course.

Harry pulled the boy's limp arm up and slipped into the heavy embrace, snuggling into the familiar arms he'd come to love. He hugged the sleeping boy to him and murmured to himself, reassurances that everything would be okay and that they would be together, and not to worry, because everything was just fine. He slipped into a light heavy sleep tossing fitfully dreaming peacefully and woke to a cold, empty room. Alone.

Harry panicked.

"Cedric, Cedric, where are you, please. Come back! Come back, I need you, where did you go?" No one answered. No one came. Harry stared blankly at the wall across from his bed and rocked himself, curled inward, insecure without Cedric.

He came several days later, and laughed so hard when He was informed of Harry's condition. They'd done a scan. It seemed they thought he was off his rocker. But, Harry didn't listen. He was completely and utterly fine. He just needed Cedric. If Cedric were there he'd show them just how fine he was, but Cedric was missing, missing, missed, gone. After awhile it seemed like they came to a decision regarding Harry, and He offered Harry a deal. Work for Him and at the end of his duties, He would give Cedric back to Harry.

For the first time in days, weeks, Harry looked at Him and then...he smiled.

He'd do anything for Cedric.

When Harry got back to the school he played his part very well, if he failed he wouldn't get Cedric, they'd kill Cedric and Harry would be left alone. So Harry did his best. He gave Dumbledore answers, but never looked him directly in the eye, always the nose or brows. He mourned the disappearance of Cedric like a good fellow student. He finished his final papers and end of term projects. And then he went home to Privet Drive and ignored the world, dreaming of when he would see Cedric again.

He never received mail, which he found odd, but couldn't bring himself to care too much about. He didn't have much to send Hedwig in to report on, so he simply didn't. And then, one night, he was moved rather suddenly.

Now a days he had so much to report on, so, so much. He listened quietly like he was supposed to for the information requested and sent it all to Him with anything that could possibly help or be useful.

When fifth year started he reported everything new that happened around him, under the guise of keeping in touch with Dudley Dursley as they had 'become close this summer'. He watched and waited and reported and kept doing so, even when the dreams came through and then started occlumency. He stopped reporting the dreams when He told him to. If he continued, Harry would ruin His plans and never see Cedric.

So Harry stopped reporting the dreams. He ignored all visions of His plans and Snape stopped sending for lessons at His request.

Sixth year was more of the same. Everything was similar. Until Spring. And then, He put his plans into action, and took the Wizarding world by force. The night was smeared in blood, and after a summer of secret training, mailed to him by owl from the Lestrange's, Harry joined the frenzy with a twisted smile on his face. All that stood between him and Cedric fell that night, he would finally have him back.

He'd do anything for Cedric.

Even murder.

Harry stood before Him drenched in blood and a thin sheen of sweat, smiling with a twisted laugh half way in his throat. It was the end. He was free! He would finally have his Cedric back.

"My Lord, My Lord," Harry stood before Him, "Please, Cedric, please, I finished," Harry begged hungrily. He had waited, he had watched, he had murdered and now was his reward. He smiled cruelly down at Harry, who perked up in hope, that look was so pleasantly familiar.

"Reconsider, Harry, my little puppet," He offered, approaching to place a cold, bony hand on Harry's head, "I could give you anything for the help you've given us, after all, your spying helped us most of all,"

"Cedric, please, my Cedric," Harry leaned into the cool hand above his head.

"Of course, of course," He smiled and lent down. "You will be with your precious Cedric soon."

"Cedric," Harry smiled up at Him, calm, hopeful, longing.

He bent closer and whispered two little words into Harry's ear.

And the smile never left his face.