A/N: Someone said that the summary doesn't comply with the story so I'm hurrying up the second chapter so you can get the point. Well, carrying on now.

The moonlight shined through the crimson curtains of the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. All was quiet except for Ron's snoring, threatening to wake his roommates. Behind a curtain lay Harry Potter, once again conflicted with a nightmare. He lay quietly on his side, pressing a palm against his scar as if it could stop the pain itself. He thought he was going to die and knowing that a scream would be emitted from his throat, he hurriedly got off the bed, rummaging through his trunk for the Marauders Map and his invisibility cloak. Once he had his prized possessions in hand, he quietly slipped out.

Down in the common room were a few stragglers from the ball. Fred and George Weasley were sprawled in front of the fireplace with Lee Jordan and a few other students who hadn't been able to make it to their own beds. Seeing that no one was awake to report him to Professor McGonagall, or worse, Hermione, he threw on his cloak and made his way out, startling the Fat Lady whose snoring could rival Ron's.

He stealthily made his way to the Astronomy Tower, barely missing bumping into the professors who were patrolling the halls for late night partygoers. Once in the tower, he sat at one of the windowsills, observing the moon. It wasn't a full moon, which means Remus was safe.

He started thinking of his life. The years with the Dursleys'; finding out he was a wizard; finding out a madman was out for his blood; his godfather whom he believed was the one who betrayed his parents. One can never say there ever was a dull moment in Harry Potter's life. He was chuckling over his grand entrance with Ron their second year when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He quickly threw on his cloak and stood stock still in the darkness. The door slowly opened to avoid the creaks and Harry held in his breath.

Who he thought was a professor or Filch, was actually Cedric Diggory. Harry took a moment and his unseen presence to observe his crush. His brown hair shone like gold from the light of the moon. His face expresses so many emotions that Harry couldn't begin to identify which was which. Cedric looked like he needed a moment alone so Harry slowly made his way across the space to get to the door. He stepped on a loose floorboard and halted.

Cedric whipped around, his wand out. He muttered, "Lumos," and his wand lit up, enabling him to see the slightly darken room. That's weird, he thought. There was no one there. He didn't give up. He started walking towards where the sound had come from. Harry, in a panic, shuffled backwards, only resulting in tripping over his own feet. His fall had resulted in revealing his head and feet, concealing only his torso.

Cedric stared wide-eyed at the, um, well, deformed Harry Potter what with the body parts missing. "What the hell, Potter?"

Harry stood up, embarrassed. "Hello, Diggory. I'll just leave you to your thoughts. Bye."

He didn't get very far when Cedric grabbed a hold of his right arm. "What in Merlin are you doing out this late? I should take points from you, Potter."

For some reason, Harry felt inexplicably mad. Maybe it was still because he was still feeling remnants of the pain. He wrenched his arm from Cedric's grasp and gritted out, "Then please do so. I'm going back to bed."

He whirled around, creating such a stupendous exit that would be so if Cedric hadn't stopped him once again.

"What the hell is your problem, Diggory?" Harry yelled.

Cedric immediately let go of Harry's arm and took a step back, holding up his arms in surrender. "I'm sorry. But I just wanted to talk to you, that's all."

Harry looked at him suspiciously. Cedric was genuine, he can tell. He guessed he should spare him a minute or so. He can make this up to him for his rudeness earlier in the evening. Afraid that his yelling might have drew a professor to the tower, he turned his back on Cedric and tapped the Marauders Map with his wand.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Fortunately, no one was near the tower. Tapping the map again ("Mischief managed."), he turned back to Cedric, crossing his arms against his chest. Cedric looked confused as he always does when he's around Harry. He just stood there, contemplating Harry as if he was a puzzle. He had heard Harry muttered a few words but he didn't understand why he didn't just do it in front of him. No matter. Besides, he just wanted to ask him about the egg.

He leaned forward conspiratorially. "Do you have any luck with your egg yet?"

Harry was a bit miffed. Was everyone going to be harping on him about that? He snapped, "I'm doing fine on my own, Diggory. I don't need your help. Besides, I already have Hermione bugging me about it."

"Look, I'm just trying to help you. Don't need to be all snarky on me." Cedric himself was getting mad. He doesn't understand Harry's attitude and frankly? It was getting on his nerves. All he wanted was to talk to the bloke, for Merlin's sake!

Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead. He was getting a migraine that was threatening to bust his head open. He said, "Diggory, I appreciate your help but I don't need it."

Cedric, with his lips pursed and an angry frown on his face, snapped. "Well, when you're ready to step off of your stupid pride, go to the fourth floor and use the prefects' bathroom. It's a good place to mull things over in a hot bath. And take your egg with you, will you?"

With that, he stomped out of the tower, leaving a very bewildered Boy-Who-Lived.