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I am happy to see that this prequel has been met with good reviews. There were a few concerns over me starting a new fic when I have so many to update. Just a reminder, this fic is complete, I just need to edit it before posting. I have also had some people express that they would like longer chapters. Unfortunately for some reason my iPad freezes then reloads itself when I try to post more than 6000 words on FF. I don't know why and sadly I'm stupid when it come to computer stuff. All I know is that my iPad has been a piece of shit since I did an update on it back around Christmas time.

As for my other fics that need updating, especially Blind Love, Stark Truth and Purrfect Life, I have not abandoned them. I have 3000 words written for Blind Love but I have hit a brick wall. Sadly there isn't much I can do until my muse helps me. As for the other two, I need to go back and read them before I can get writing on them again. Right now I have been working on My Wayward Wizard Son, so there is a chance of an update in the near future.

I apologize for the lack of updates the past month or so, but kids have kept me busy with summer activities and I have been busy for work. If only writing fanfic paid,,,lol!

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***HP

Narrowing his eyes, George glared at the slightly older Hufflepuff. "What do you say, Freddie Boy, can we trust him all alone with our precious, little Harriekins?"

Scratching his chin thoughtfully, Fred circled the pair in question. His eyes softened when he saw how desperately Harry was gripping the other Seeker's hand. "I don't, know, Georgie, do you think our sweet, innocent Harry is ready to be left all alone with an older, handsome Hufflepuff?"

Blushing, Harry smacked Fred on his shoulder. "Come on, guys, for two months you have been chaperoning us every second that we are together. Besides, it's not like that. Cedric is just grounding me, giving me a chance to take a break. It's not like we're dating."

Sighing at his clueless, little brother, George looked to the tall Hufflepuff. It was easy see that the Puff had it bad for his little Harry. "Harry, we haven't been following you around twenty four hours a day, seven days a week for the past two month because we didn't trust young Mr. Diggory here."

"No," Fred continued, his face losing its trademark smile and his eyes turning serious. "We have been your shadows for the past two months because we don't trust you."

George's smile also slid off his face. "Harry, you tried to kill yourself. You..." Tilting his head back and blinking back his tears, George tried swallowing the lump in his throat that was preventing him from talking.

"Harry," Fred said gently when he noticed that Harry's eyes were watering. "Harry, we love you so much. The thought of losing you, of never seeing you again..." Swallowing his own lump in his throat, Fred wiped at his eyes.

Crying out, Harry detached himself from Cedric and threw himself at his twin companions. "I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I won't do it again. Now that I have Cedric, everything is a million times better."

Clearing his throat, Cedric laid a gentle hand on the back of Harry's neck. "I swear on my magic that I won't allow Harry to hurt himself while in my presence. I also won't hurt Harry." For the last two months the twins had been supervising his time with Harry...every damn second. This was the first time that they were going to allow him to be alone in the Room of Requirements with him. He liked the twins, they were great fun and all, but he wanted some quiet, alone time with the boy he was coming to care a great deal for. A very great deal for.

Originally he had only agreed to meet Potter a couple evenings a week to help with his empathy, but now he found himself wanting to spend every second of every day with the petite Gryffindor. Yes, he was falling in love with The-Boy-Who-Lived.

"Alright, you two," Fred said, subtly rubbing the tears from his eyes. "Behave yourselves."

"And no funny business," George added with a wink.

Blushing, Harry retook Cedric's hand, sighing when his empathy was instantly cut off. Even with only spending a few hours a week with his grounder, life had become much more bearable. They didn't do much while hiding away in the Room of Requirements, a secret room that the twins had showed them, mostly they just studied, talked or rested, but he couldn't imagine his life now without Cedric. It wasn't just because Cedric was his grounder either, it was everything about the Hufflepuff that was drawing him in. The way he looked at him, his smile, the way he touched him...the way he cared. Only the twins had ever cared so much about him. He was falling in love with Cedric Diggory.

***HP

Harry sprinted down the the corridor and leapt into Cedric's awaiting arms. "Merlin, Harry, I have been worried to death." Cedric all but sobbed. "First I hear that Ron's in the Hospital Wing and then I hear that you are in there for taking on over a hundred Dementors. Please, for the love of Merlin, tell me that that was just another crazy Hogwarts rumor?"

Pulling his face out of his boyfriend's warm neck, Harry looked to see that Cedric was alarmingly pale. "Cedric, I'm fine," he said, peppering the Hufflepuff's cheeks with kisses.

"You didn't answer my question," Cedric said, squeezing the small Gryffindor tighter.

Sighing, Harry wiggled out of Cedric's arms but kept a tight grip on his hand. "I don't think there were a hundred Dementors," he answered sheepishly. "But I had to save Sirius," he quickly added when he saw how upset Cedric was.

"Sirius Black, Harry!" Cedric cried. "I thought the man wanted you dead?"

"Please, I'll explain everything when we get to the Room of Requirements."

Running his fingers through the silky soft raven hair, Cedric leaned down to where Harry's head was resting on his lap and placed a sweet kiss on his forehead. "I'm sorry that you will be unable to live with your godfather, but at least you know that he is alive and that he cares a great deal for you." For the past hour he had listened as Harry retold the night's events. One thing about his adorably, small Gryffindor, there was never a boring moment for him.

Harry smiled sadly up at his boyfriend, his eyes swimming with tears. "For a moment, for a wonderfully, magical moment, I thought that I was going to get a real home. I could feel it, Cedric, Sirius really wanted me to move in with him. I have never had an adult feel that way for me before. It felt fatherly. It's was like how Uncle Vernon feels when he looks at Dudley.

Feeling his own eyes water, Cedric wiped a few of Harry's escaped tears from his cheeks. It had taken a while, but he had finally gotten the truth out of Harry about his home life a few months back and it hurt him seeing such longing and sadness in the boy he loved. He didn't know how he was going to let him walk off into the muggle world and into the abusive hands of his relatives come the end of term. He wished there was a way to sneak him home with him. "We'll find a way, Harry, the twins and I. We'll find a way to help you."

Sitting up, Harry straddled his boyfriend's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. Running his fingers through his hair, he leaned in and kissed him. This wasn't their first kiss, but they had yet to go much farther than just kissing.

Moaning, Cedric ran his hands under the back of Harry's shirt and started exploring every inch of his exposed flesh. He hated how he could feel all his bones protruding and it made him sick knowing that he would soon lose even more weight over the summer. He also hated how he could feel raised areas of flesh...scars from the belt that his uncle took to his back. He may be a Hufflepuff, but he could easily kill Harry's family.

Pulling away from his boyfriend, Harry sat up and pulled his shirt off. "Harry?" Cedric asked, his eyes dilating with arousal. "What...what are you doing?"

Nervously chewing on his bottom lip, Harry looked into Cedric's beautiful grey eyes. "I want you to make love to me."

Cedric sat up a little taller, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Harry, I'm not pressuring you. I'll wait years for you. You're only thirteen."

"I know how old I am," Harry giggled nervously, "and you're not pressuring me. I want this. I want you, Cedric. I'm more than ready for this, it's practically all that I think about. Besides, I'll be fourteen in two months."

Licking his lips, Cedric started rubbing his hands up and down Harry's side, his fingers stopping just short of touching his boyfriend's hard nipples. "Fred and George will kill me if they find out that I touched their sweet, innocent, little Harriekins."

Giggling, Harry reached out with slightly trembling hands and started working on removing Cedric's tie. "They wouldn't kill you," he said innocently. "Maybe prank you for life, but they wouldn't kill you. They know that I would die without you. As much as they try to be, Fred and George are not my parents. I know they can be overly protective of me at times, but that's only because we have been through a lot together."

Groaning, Cedric closed his eyes when Harry started unbuttoning his shirt. "Harry, are you sure about this?"

Blushing, Harry grabbed Cedric's hand and placed it between his legs. "Does this prove to you how sure I am?"

"Fuck, Harry," Cedric moaned when he felt how hard his boyfriend was. Giving in, he quickly undid Harry's belt and unbuttoned his pants. "Bed!" he panted.

Harry squeaked when Cedric suddenly stood up. Clinging tightly to him, he leaned in and started nibbling and sucking on his neck.

"Are you sure you want this?" Cedric panted, as he gently laid harry on the bed.

Sitting up, Harry made quick work of ridding Cedric of his pants. Stopping at his boxers, he looked up into Cedric's eyes to make sure that it was ok. He may be horny as all hell, but he wouldn't pressure the older boy into something that he wasn't ready for.

"I love you," Cedric declared, climbing onto the bed and laying on top of Harry.

Gasping, Harry looked deeply into Cedric's eyes. "Do you truly mean that? Do you really love me?"

Cedric smiled sadly down at his boyfriend, he knew for a fact that Harry wasn't use to hearing those three words. He was raised with hate and violence, but all he wanted in life was to be loved. "I, Cedric Diggory, love Harry James Potter, with all my heart and soul."

"Cedric!" Harry cried, when a soft white light surrounded them. "What's happening."

Cedric looked around in wonder. "Harry, my mother use to tell me stories about soul mates." At seeing the confused look on Harry's face, Cedric kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Harry, soul mates are two people who share one soul. To have a soul mate is very rare and special. Harry, that glow meant that we are soul mates."

"Really?" Harry asked breathlessly with tears in his eyes. "What does that mean?"

"Harry," Cedric grinned. "That means that you were meant for me and I was meant for you. You and I together make one and we will always be together. Do you love me, Harry?"

Softly crying, Harry nodded his head. "So very, very much, Cedric. I love you so much that it hurts."

With his own tears falling, Cedric started peppering Harry's face with kisses. "This means forever, Harry. If we do this, if we complete this soul bond, we'll be together forever. Even in death, love. If one of us dies, the other will die shortly after. We can't live without each other."

"I don't want to live without you," Harry sobbed, feeling sick at just the thought of losing Cedric. "Please, I want to complete the bond."

"So do I, love." Sitting up, Cedric helped Harry out of his jeans. He knew that they were young, that they should probably wait a few years before completing their bond, but with the threat of Voldemort, they may not have a few more years. Life was too short to worry about age. They were both consenting and they both desperately wanted this. There was nothing wrong in what they were about to do...only beauty.

***HP

"Harry, are you feeling alright?" Hermione asked her friend in concern. He looked really pale and he had hardly spoken a word since boarding the Hogwarts Express for their fourth year of school.

Shifting carefully in his seat, Harry gave his friend a pained smile. "I'm good, Hermione. I just haven't been sleeping well since the Quidditch World Cup. I think I'm just gonna slip to the bathroom."

"Do you want Ron to go with you?"

"What?" Ron squawked. "Harry doesn't need my help to take a piss."

Chuckling, Harry got to his feet. "Hermione, I'm capable of using the bathroom all by myself...I have been doing it for a few years now."

"Right," Hermione blushed. "I was just worried."

"I'm fine, Hermione," Harry reassured. "Actually, I was thinking of stopping in and saying hi to Neville, Seamus and Dean."

Smiling at her friend, Hermione picked her book back up. "Have fun. Don't forget that we will be there in two hours."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry slipped out and went in search of his soul mate and the twins. He missed Cedric so much that his heart was physically aching. Add that to his empathy and still unhealed bruises and whip marks from his uncle and, he was a physical and emotional hot mess.

Harry wasn't sure where they were, he kept passing through cars until a pale freckled hand shot out and grabbed him, pulling him into its compartment. Seeing Cedric, he threw himself at him and clung to him as if his life depended on it.

"Hey, Fred, it's good to see you," Fred pouted, imitating Harry.

"You too, George. Looking as sexy as ever I see," George imitated.

Giggling, Harry detached himself from his mate and hugged the twins. "Really, I just spent the last three nights at your house. I have seen the two of you everyday."

Fred was careful when touching his little brother's back. When they had retrieved him from his relatives house it had been a pretty nasty mess. They had cleaned up the wounds and treated them as soon as they could, but there were still a couple lashes that were infected.. "Still, we have been on this train for hours and hours and we missed your pretty face."

"Bedsides," George added, "you saw pretty boy Diggory two days ago."

"Saw!" Harry stressed, melting back into his mate's arms. "I had to act like I didn't know him and I couldn't kiss him."

Grasping his mate's chin, Cedric tilted his head back and claimed his lips. "Now that's better," Harry moaned.

"Harry, I wanted to apologize for my father's behavior," Cedric said sincerely, taking a seat and pulling Harry down onto his lap. "What he said about me beating you in Quidditch was uncalled for. I told him the only reason that I won was because the Dementors caused you to fall from your broom, but he wouldn't listen."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, wincing when it tugged on his lash marks. "It's alright. You're very lucky to have a father like him. He really loves you."

Cedric reluctantly wiggled out from under Harry. "Fred and George said that you were hurt. Please take off your shirt so I can tend to your wounds."

As carefully as he could, Harry slipped off his shirt and laid down on the seat. "It's really not that bad, Cedric. Fred and George have been treating it and it's already mostly healed. This summer was better than what I was expecting. After blowing up Aunt Marge, I thought for sure Uncle Vernon would be horrible, but I guess me letting slip that my godfather was the escaped Sirius Black put a little fear into him."

Cedric silently cried when he saw his little mate's whipped to shreds back. There were multiple lash wounds crisscrossing his back, some still infected looking. If it still looked this bad now, he would have hated to have seen it a few days ago. "This is the last time, love," Cedric said passionately, his grey eyes glowing with determination. "I promise you, you will never step foot in that house again."

Harry bit his lip hard to keep from crying out when Cedric started rubbing a healing salve into his wounds. He would like to believe his mate's words, but he knew that there was nothing Cedric could do. He would be sent back to the Dursleys every year until he was seventeen. He tried telling Dumbledore about the abuse, but the man wouldn't listen. He said that the wards kept him safe from Voldemort and that was all that mattered.

"Well, you could always get married," George joked. "You're seventeen, Ced, and you're soul mates. If you can get his relatives to sign the papers, there's nothing Dumbledore or anyone else can do about it."

Fred frowned slightly at that. It was a good plan and all, and it would get Harry out of that damn house, but he didn't like the idea of them getting married. Cedric was a good guy and treated Harry perfect, but he had always had a bit of a crush on the little Gryffindor.

Cedric stared thoughtfully down at his injured mate. It could work. They pretty much already bonded the night they had sex for the first time, all they had to do was make it official. He already knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Harry. Why wait longer to get married?

"There's no way in hell that my relatives will allow me to marry a guy. If there is one thing my uncle hates more than me, it's queers."

"You're uncle is a greedy bastard that can easily be bought," Cedric said, a plan already forming. "And like you said, he hates you. I'm sure he will jump at the chance to get rid of you three years early."

Mindful of his aching back, Harry slowly sat up. "Would you really want to marry me?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"More than anything," Cedric said seriously.

Harry happily launched into his mate's arms, burying his face in his warm neck. "I love you so much, Cedric."

Shaking his head, George grabbed his brother's shirt and started tugging him towards the door. "Come on, let's leave the love birds alone."

Nodding his head, Fred wistfully looked back at Harry, smiling softly when he saw how happy he was. He may have feelings for him, but he was meant to be with Cedric. They were perfect together.

***HP

Pulling the blanket up over their naked bodies, Cedric spooned behind his mate. "Everything will be fine tomorrow, love, stop worrying about it."

Sighing, Harry tilted his head back so he could see his boyfriend's flushed and sweaty face. The two of them had been locked up in the Room of Requirements for over four hours making love and he thought Cedric never looked sexier than right after sex. "I just wish you hadn't entered your name in the stupid tournament."

Sighing, Cedric rested his chin on top of Harry's head. "I know, I really didn't want to, but my father was pretty excited about me entering when he was telling me about it. It's not like my name is going to come out of the Goblet tonight anyway."

Shivering, Harry pulled the blanket up higher. He had had a bad feeling about this tournament since the very beginning. He had begged Cedric not to enter, but he wanted to make his father proud so he entered anyway. "It will, Cedric. You're the best choice for Hogwarts Champion."

"Even if my name does come out, Harry, I promise that I will be ok."

Nodding his head, Harry closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. He hadn't been sleeping well, not with the school now hosting over a hundred more students. There were just too many emotions for him to handle.

Holding tightly to Harry, Cedric allowed himself to drift off to sleep. He loved Harry so much that it terrified him at times. He would do any anything for the boy in his arms, even step in front of the killing curse for him.

***HP

Biting the inside of his lip hard enough to draw blood, Harry watched with tears in his eyes as Cedric proudly stood up and walked out of the Great Hall and into the room where the other two champions were waiting. He had prayed and prayed that Cedric wouldn't get picked, and of course once again his prayers went unanswered. He was proud that the Goblet of Fire found his soul mate the most worthy to represent Hogwarts, but he would have rather had Cedric safe at his side watching the tournament with him than competing in it.

"Harry!" Hermione hissed loudly, poking him in his side.

Shrugging his friend off, Harry continued to stare at the door his mate disappeared behind. Why did this have to happen? Students had died in the past competing in this stupid tournament. Why the hell did Cedric's father want him to enter this dangerous competition?

Grabbing his arm, Hermione gave her friend a hard shake. "Harry, you have to go."

"What?" Harry asked, looking at his friend in confusion.

"Dumbledore, Harry," Hermione answered, eyes wide. "You're name, it came out of the goblet. You have to go."

For the first time Harry looked around the hall and saw all eyes were on him. He was so lost in thought over Cedric getting picked that he had missed the goblet spitting out a fourth name. Wincing when he felt hate pouring off the majority of the student body, including his best mate Ron, he slowly stood up, looking to Fred and George in fear.

Fred nodded his head and George gave him a shaky thumbs up. They both knew that Harry hadn't entered his name in the tournament, he had wanted nothing to do with it.

***HP

As soon as they were far enough away from everyone, Cedric grabbed Harry and drug him into an abandoned classroom. Wrapping his arms around him, he hugged him as if he was going to disappear on him.

"Cedric," Harry sobbed. "I didn't put my name in the goblet. Please believe me."

"Merlin, Harry, of course I believe you," Cedric said, still clinging to his smaller mate. "I don't like this, Harry. Someone entered your name and it wasn't because they were your friend."

"I'm scared," Harry admitted. "I can't compete, I don't know enough. I'm only a fourth year."

"I'll help you, I won't let anything happen to you," Cedric said vehemently.

"The whole school hates me now. They think I cheated."

"No they don't, Harry, they were just shocked."

Snorting, Harry stepped away from Cedric, instantly missing his warmth and safety. "Ced, incase you forgot, I'm an empath. I could feel the hate pouring off of everyone. Not to mention, there were quite a few students yelling that I was a cheat."

"I'm so sorry that this is happening," Cedric said, pulling Harry back into his arms. "You're the best at DADA and I will help you with Chams and Transfiguration. We'll get through this."

***HP

"So this is it, huh?" Cedric said, staring at the small house that was identical to every other house on the street.

"Yup, my prison since my parents death," Harry said warily. He would rather kiss one of Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts than do this. Cedric didn't know what he was getting himself into by coming here.

Squeezing his mate's hand, Cedric gave him a lopsided grin. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready to kill...I mean meet, my future in-laws."

"Cedric, I don't know about this," Harry said, fear settling in the pit of his stomach. Them showing up like this was going to seriously set his uncle off.

"Harry, we only have five hours until the Yule Ball starts and then I'm going home first thing in the morning. This is our only chance to get the paper signed."

"Anxious to go to the Ball with Cho?" Harry pouted. He hated this, he hated that they couldn't go together, but Cedric wasn't ready for his father to find out that he was gay, and he wasn't ready for the school to find out about his sexual preferences either. He was also terrified that they would find out that he was an empath.

"Jealous?" Cedric smirked.

Harry glared up at his much taller mate. "You taking someone else to the ball, a very pretty girl who has a massive crush on you, isn't something to joke about. You could have asked out a thousand other girls, you didn't have to ask the one that you had a slight crush on before we got together."

"Harry, that was over a year ago," Cedric reassured. "You, Harry, you are my soul mate. Cho means nothing to me. Beside, you asked Cho out yourself."

Harry kicked a stone and watched as it skipped across the road, just missing his uncle's car. "That's because I didn't want you going with her. Cedric, I can feel how she feels about you, she really wants you."

"Well, she isn't going to get me," Cedric said, hugging his mate. "You are the only raven haired beauty in my life, and hopefully within a couple of days the two us will be legally bonded."

"Are we still going to tell everyone about us after the tournament?"

"I can't wait for the world to find out about us," Cedric boasted. "I just want to tell my parents privately first. Now, are we going to get these papers signed?

"This isn't going to be pretty," Harry warned, reluctantly dragging Cedric up the driveway then ringing the door bell.

Taking a deep breath, more to calm his anger than his nerves, Cedric stood tall and waited to meet the people that have been abusing the love of his life. He would prefer to curse them to hell and back, but he had to make nice in hopes they would sign off on allowing him to marry Harry. Harry was his number one concern, not revenge.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Vernon roared when he spotted his worthless, piece of shit nephew standing on his front porch.

Harry instinctively took a step back and bowed his head. He had it beat into him from a very young age to never look his uncle directly in the eyes. He really didn't want to be here, he didn't want Cedric to see how much of a coward he truly was, but he wanted to marry Cedric so he had to do this.

"Well, answer me, freak!"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon, for showing up like this, but it's very important. If you agree, you will never have to see me again," Harry quickly babbled.

Face turning red and grunting, Vernon stepped aside. "You have ten minutes then I want you gone."

Taking a deep breath, Harry entered the house, ignoring his aunt and cousin were standing in the hall trying to see what was going on. "Look, dad, I told you the freak was a poof," Dudley howled, pointing at Harry and Cedric's clasped hands.

"Well spotted," Cedric mumbled sarcastically.

"Is that true, boy, are you a nancy boy?" Vernon spat in disgust.

Harry managed to resist the urge to roll his eyes. "Yes, sir. This is my partner, Cedric Diggory." Taking another deep breath, Harry took the papers from Cedric's other hand. "Uncle, if you sign these papers, you will never have to see me again."

Vernon stared at the papers in his nephew's hands. "What the bloody hell are those?"

"Sir," Cedric addressed, speaking up for the first time. "I would like to marry your nephew. You will no longer have to be responsible for him. All we need is for you to sign those papers giving him permission since he is still a minor."

"Like hell will I give permission to such disgusting unnaturalness." Vernon roared, his face turning purple.

Cedric didn't like how Harry was starting to tremble. It made him furious that his mate, who bravely faced one of the world's most dangerous dragons head on, was terrified of his muggle uncle. "Harry, why don't you go and check your room? Make sure that you didn't leave anything behind that you might want. I would like to have a chat alone with your uncle."

Harry looked fearfully up at Cedric, this wasn't part of the plan. "Cedric, I don't think..."

Keeping an eye on Harry's uncle, Cedric gave his love a quick peck on the lips. Ignoring how Harry's cousin started gagging. "I only need a moment, love, everything will be fine."

Harry didn't like it, but he trusted is mate. "Fine, I'll go upstairs for five minutes...even though I don't have anything up there," he added petulantly.

Cedric waited until Harry was out of sight before turning back to his mate's very disgusting uncle. "Look, we both know that you don't like Harry and that you don't want him here. We both also know that you have neglected and abused the hell out of him these past thirteen years."

"Lies!" Vernon roared, his spit flying everywhere. "You have no proof."

"Oh, but I do," Cedric said calmly. "There is a simple spell that any healer can perform that will list every injury and every sickness that Harry has ever had. Now I'm sure that you will agree wth me, that if that spell was to be performed on Harry, it would be very, very long list."

"So," Vernon yelled cockily. "You can't use that spell in court without exposing what you freaks really are."

"Who said anything about muggle court?" Cedric smirked. "You have abused a magical child, and as such, you would be tried in the Wizardig World. I will tell you now, we take abuse of a magical child very seriously in my world. Not to mention, you have abused The-Boy-Who-Lived, the Wizarding World's little hero."

Huffing, Vernon opened and closed his mouth a few times. "You can't try me in your freakish courts, I'm not a freak like you."

"You don't have to be a freak like me," Cedric smirked. "You are the legal guardian of one. You have been responsible for his health and welfare since he was fifteen months old. You can, and will be, tried in the magical world."

"Vernon, just sign the damn papers," Petunia hissed. "We can be rid of the brat."

"If I sign," Vernon said, clearing his throat. "Do you swear to never press charges?"

Smirking, Cedric inclined his head. Personally he would love to end the man's life, but he wasn't worth spending life in Azkaban over. "I swear to never press charges and I swear that you will never see your nephew again. Believe me, you deserve to rot in jail for what you did, but I'll settle for you just signing the papers."

Growling, Vernon angrily stormed to the coffee table and picked up his pen. Glaring at the young boy, he quickly signed his name and then handed the papers to his wife to sign. "Good riddance!" he snarled, tossing the papers back at the freak.

"Harry, you can come own now," Cedric grinned, knowing damn well that his little mate had been ease dropping the entire time.

Not caring that his relatives were watching, Harry flew down the stairs and into Cedric's arms. He couldn't believe that he had gotten his uncle to sign. Cedric had even been prepared to offer his uncle a hefty sum of money, but luckily they didn't have to do that.

"Let's get out of here," Cedric chuckled, literally caring Harry out of the house.

Looking over Cedric's shoulder, Harry childishly stuck his tongue out at his relatives and gave them the middle finger.

***HP