Disclaimer: I own nothing. (darn it all)
Author: Me, Peach
Genre: Adventure and Comedy
Summary: Ron encourages Harry to enter the triwizard tournament, again.
Also, it has been about year, since Cedric Diggory had died and Harry is taking it, very badly.
A/N: This is the best fanfic, I've written. :P and this is not a gay fic and it is not this so-called slash, you people speak of.
The Second Triwizard Tournament
Chapter 1: The Bad Dream!
It was the sorting ceremony. Also, Harry Potter's fifth year at Hogwarts. "Frost, Kelly." said Proffessor McGonagall. A rather tall, girl with blonde hair approached the front. Proffessor McGonagall put the sorting hat on the girl's head. "GRYFFINDOR!!!" The sorting hat shouted. The Great hall roared with applause. The girl grinned and joined the house, she was sorted into. The applause died down. "Diggory, Emily." Announced proffessor McGonagall. A tall, wavy haired girl, with Rectangular glasses, nervously walked up to the front. "HUFFLEPUFF!!!" the sorting hat shouted. The girl left the front and joined the other hufflepuffs.
The applaused died down, again. The last first year was Jessica Frost. She was short with short curly hair and grayish black eyes.
She walked to the front. "I'd say, you belong in... GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the sorting hat. Jessica stepped off the sorting stool
and joined her sister and, of course, the house that she was sorted into. Emily, Jessica and Kelly were the only ones to be
sorted. Harry looked at Jessica. "Hi, I'm Harry." said Harry. "Hi, Harry. I'm Jessica.'' said Jessica. "Hi, Jessica." said Harry.
"You can call me, Jessie or Jess." said Jessie. "Ok." said Harry. Dumbledore was trying the students' attentions, by clinking a spoon and a water goblet together. " Now, that we have our first years sorted, I have wonderful news." said Proffesor Dumbledore. The conversations had died down and turned to Dumbledore's direction. "Now, since last year, the Triwizard Tournament was a success, the ministrey of magic wants us to have it, again." Dumbledore announced. The students all chattered with amazement. " The same rules are going to be a little bit different, this year. I'm going to let students, younger than 15, enter." Dumbledore announced. The students roared with applause. "That's all I have to say, at the moment. Now, I would like all students to report to
their common rooms." Dumbledore shouted. The students got to their feet and headed for the common rooms. Harry, on the
other hand, did not look too happy, at all. He looked like he was about to cry. Ron put an arm around him, for no reason. "Harry,
you okay? You seemed a bit distracted, tonight."Ron noticed. "No, I'm fine." Harry Denied. "Are you sure?" Ron asked. "Yeah."
"Okay. If you say so. Because, you look really pale." said Ron. Harry sighed. "Ron, I'm fine." he said, getting a bit discouraged.
The Gryffindors approached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. "Password, please." said the fat lady. "Fortuna Major."
Harry guessed. The door to the Gryffindor common room. Everything looked the same. Harry went right up to the boys' dormitory. Ron followed him. "Harry, I think you're keeping something from me." he told him. Harry turned to him. "Okay, maybe I am. But, so what? You aren't the one, who had to watch someone get killed, during an underaged tournament." Harry said, throwing his hogwarts robe onto his trunk. "I had no idea, that's how you were feeling, mate. Cedric's death was an accident." Ron said, trying to comfort him. "Then, why do I feel so guilty?" asked Harry, who was crying, now. Ron pulled him, into a hug and pressed Harry's head onto his chest. "It's alright, mate." he whispered, rubbing his back. Ron sat on his bed and continued to comfort his best friend.
About two minutes later, Harry was asleep. There were tearstreaks on his face, but Ron wiped them away and laid down.
It was 10:00 at night. Harry was sweating and shaking with fear. He was having a nightmare/flashback.
Harry gazed around the graveyard. He looked
very scared. "Cedric, we have to get back to the cup!Now!!"
He said to Cedric.
"What are you talking about?" Cedric asked, concerned,
as well. Silence. Complete silence. Harry broke it, with a
scream of pain. "argh!!!" shouted Harry. He collapsed
onto his knees, clutching his hair. "Harry, what is it?" asked
Cedric. "GET BACK TO THE CUP!!!UGH!!!" Harry shouted
in pain. Cedric backed away from Harry and yanked his wand out.
"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Cedric shouted at whoever
was approaching him and Harry. Then, a frightening, raspy voice replied:
"Kill...The...spare!" Another person held their wand out and shouted, "AVADA
KEDAVRA!!!" A green light was released from this person's
wand and surrounded Cedric's body. Forgetting about his pain,
Harry watched Cedric, being throttled across the graveyard and land on the ground. Hard.
"NO!!!CEDRIC!!!" Harry shouted. No answer. Cedric was dead.
***End of Flashback/Nightmare!***
The bad dream was over. Harry was, now, whimpering Cedric's name. There were tears running down his temples. "Cedric." Harry sobbed. Ron heard his tearful whimpers and got out of bed. "Harry, wake up." said Ron, pushing his hair back. Harry jerked his tear-drenched eyes open, Then sat up and turned to look at Ron. "Where is he? Where's Cedric?" Harry asked, totally confused. "He's dead, mate." Ron said. More tears began to drip out of Harry's eyes. He broke down and buried his face in Ron's lap. "It's alright, mate." Ron said, stroking his hair. "Why'd he leave me?" whimpered Harry. "It's okay, I'm here, mate." Ron said, laying him down onto the bed. He laid his chin on the top of Harry's head.
I will have more. Writer's block just realllllly sucks.