Hellooooooooooo readers! This is the untold story of how Harry and Cedric fall in love in the fourth book. I know the story is rather long, so feel free to skip around if you find a particular chapter boring--Although I can't guarantee that everything will make sense because some things in earlier chapters will come into play towards the end!
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Fairy Potter and the Goblet of Fire
The roar from the Hufflepuff table was deafening—girls screaming wildly and boys chanting "Cedric! Cedric!" But just as soon as the cheering began, it ended. The fire in the goblet had turned red again. Dumbledore frowned, eyes squinting in disbelief as sparks began to fly out and a fourth piece of parchment appeared. A murmur ran throughout the great hall, mainly whispers of "there couldn't be a fourth champion…" The headmaster slowly grabbed the parchment out of the air and stared at it expressionlessly.
"And," Dumbledore said clearly, "Our second Hogwarts champion is…Harry Potter."
His name echoed throughout the hall for what seemed like an eternity, and then a painful silence fell as all eyes went to the young man with untidy black hair and bright emerald green eyes (which were now brighter than ever).Harry felt naked.
He hadn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire, and why would anyone else? Everyone was glaring at him as he reluctantly walked passed the teachers' tables and through the door to join the others. As Ludo Bagman explained the unusual situation to the other three Triwizard champions, Harry's mind wandered. It must have been a joke. But if it was a joke…he wouldn't have been chosen…Suddenly his train of thought was broken by a concerned headmaster.
"Harry. Did you put your name in the goblet or did you have an upperclassman do it for you?" He questioned calmly.
"Neither," Harry spoke firmly, "I swear, I had nothing to do with it! I don't want to compete anyway!" He threw a dirty look at Fleur who had been complaining all this time about how she refused to be put on the same level as "zis leetle boy."
"Listen," Mad-eye
butted in, "It couldn't have been Harry or one of his friends.
It had to have been an extremely skilled wizard…perhaps a dark
wizard. The goblet knows only three schools are competing, a
Confundus Charm would've had to be used to trick it into thinking
that there were four!"
The other headmasters
ceased complaining.
"Ahem," Dumbledore
began, "We can't be too sure of anything," he said looking at
Moody with what could have been anger,
"But we must follow the
rules, and the rules say that all names released by the Goblet
of Fire will compete in the Triwizard Tournament." And with this
final statement, Karkaroff and Madame Maxine both began to protest
and followed Dumbledore out of the room.
"Well!" Bagman said standing up, "It's time to give you the instructions for the first task!"
Harry blocked out Bagman's voice. All he could think about was what Moody had said earlier…."it had to have been an extremely skilled wizard…perhaps a dark wizard." Could it be? Harry forced himself to ignore this idea but it kept on coming back. It couldn't be, he thought to himself, he's hiding in some distant land without any powers.
"And Congratulations to you four," Harry heard bagman say loudly, "You may leave now."
Harry got up mechanically and walked out of the room and into the now empty hall.
"Congratulations Harry" a voice behind him said. It was Cedric.
"Oh thanks…you too." Harry mumbled.
There was an painfully awkward silence.
"Listen," Harry began as he stopped Cedric by grabbing his arm. "I'm telling you I swear I had nothing to do with putting my name in there," he said as his eyes misted over. "I would get out of the competition if I could, but you heard Dumbledore, it's against the rules."
"I—I understand Harry," Cedric spoke quickly as he looked down at Harry's arm, which was gripping him even harder now. Harry realized he was hurting him and quickly released.
"Sorry…" Harry whispered. They stared at each other for a moment and then Cedric rushed out of the room. Harry cursed under his breath. He could tell that Cedric didn't believe him. And neither, he later found out, would his Quidditch buddies or his best friend, Ron.
"Ron's just jealous," reassured Hermione the next day at breakfast, "I'm sure he doesn't really think that."
"And you…" Harry began. Hermione gave him a look that said "you've got to be kidding me" and to Harry's relief, she said "Of course I believe you Harry." This cheered Harry up slightly and his appetite for breakfast returned. He reached over for his cup of pumpkin juice when all of the sudden he felt a hand on his shoulder. Surprised, he knocked over his cup, spilling the contents all over the table.
"Hey Harry, oh…sorry." Cedric chuckled, his gray eyes sparkling.
"Oh, H—Hi Cedric," Harry stuttered. He felt unusually nervous.
"I just wanted to apologize for leaving you like that yesterday in a huff…and I really do believe you…"
Harry's insides turned to mush. Before he could respond, Cedric returned to his table and was immediately surrounded by a group of giggling sixth and seventh year girls.
"Honestly," Hermione shook her head, "What do those girls see in Cedric Diggory? He's really not that good-looking, and he's arrogant."
But Harry wasn't listening. He couldn't keep his eyes off Cedric. He was the stereotypical Mr. Right—tall, dark and handsome.
"Hmm?" Harry responded to Hermione who had continued to criticize the Hufflepuff hunk.
"Harry, you haven't heard a word I've said have you? You've got to focus, Harry. It's vital that you stay alert for the Triwizard tournament. You do realize that you're in a competition don't you?" She said with a worried look.
"Wha—oh yeah, don't worry about me Hermione," Harry said dreamily, "I'm not worried about the competition."
"Well I'm off to the library before Potions, want to come?" she asked.
"Uhh, no, I think I'll take a quick walk around the grounds…I need to clear my head."
"Good idea, see you in Potions."
"Yeah, see you." Harry cleared his dirty dishes, walked out of the great hall, down a flight of stairs and out into the garden.
Although it was November, the sun shone brightly and the cool breeze felt refreshing on Harry's face. He believed me, he believed me, he said to himself. Harry kept playing the scene in the great hall with Cedric over and over again in his head. His hand on his shoulder, the smile, and then the apology…Harry shook his head. What was he thinking? Why was he making such a big deal out of such a little thing? So what, he apologized. That was nice of him, but not that important. Why did he feel so good about it? Harry couldn't possibly like…He kicked a rock hard and told himself not to think of things like that. It's wrong. Just then the clock struck 10--he had five minutes to make it to Snape's classroom.
Read on! It gets better, I promise.