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He'd entered because he was tired of the sidelong glances when he said his house was Hufflepuff. And Cedric still hadn't seen Dumbledore, but he'd relaxed a little now that he'd gotten his message across. Cedric winced, guilty all over again in the face of Ron's rage. Arms gripped and restrained him, though he tried to shake them off. He made his way carefully down the corridor towards the sound until he could make out Dumbledore's high, old-man's voice saying, "I should think we'd have found him by now, Alastor." A pause, then, "Harry! Sneaking down to a T in the maze, hand still on his wand (he hadn't let it go), he peered around the edge. "One, two, --"And without stopping to think for once -- just acting -- Cedric bent forward with the others, his fingers gripping the edge of the cup, too, his other hand tight on his own wand. "Later, Cedric would wonder what -- exactly -- he'd thought he might accomplish, going back with the adults. " Dumbledore snapped, even as he and the other two turned, wands at the ready. "Guilty at distracting Dumbledore for even a few precious seconds, Cedric ducked behind the great monument of the reaper where he and Harry had first come out. Harry -- looking battered and bloody -- had squared off against a white-faced man bearing slits for a nose and red eyes. Yet there he was -- back straight, wand out, defiant to the end. Still clutching Harry to him, the fingers of his free hand closed over the cup handle and he felt two things simultaneously. Saying Voldemort's name, or thinking it, no longer scared him."He Disapparated," she told him, "as soon as you and Harry 'ported away."Cedric nodded just slightly; he wasn't surprised by that. "You're alive, and everything will be all right."But she hadn't, Cedric noticed, said that was 'all right.'"Go back to sleep.
He'd entered because he'd been called "Pretty boy Diggory" once too often. Moody and the Granger girl would get Dumbledore for him, then they'd go back for Harry. And then, before he could even think to duck, Weasley hit him -- hard -- in the jaw, knocking him backwards onto his arse as onlookers gasped."You bloody ! Dumbledore and Moody were standing there -- thankfully looking in the opposite direction. I didn't get a good look at it; I was trying to drag Harry away. It had been guilt-motivated, not logic-motivated, and he became a liability, not a help ---- something Dumbledore let him know the moment they released the Portkey (all on their feet, as they'd been prepared). With three trained, adult wizards, Voldemort clearly wasn't worrying over a student. First was the (now almost familiar) tickle-yank of dislocation. He should have been alarmed by that, but seemed incapable of intense feeling, and they must have given him a serious pain potion that numbed everything, not just his body. In fact, he drifted in and out of consciousness for a while. Without Harry there, Voldemort wouldn't have wanted to stick around to tangle with Dumbledore. Right now, what you need most is rest."Cedric woke again when it was morning -- late morning, judging by the angle of the sun through the windows.
Cedric expected it all to end -- a sudden, bewitched calm as soon as one of the champions had touched the cup. They'd have a party -- Hufflepuff and Gryffindor together, maybe. He came down hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him and the cup tossed free of his hand. For just a moment, Cedric did nothing but breathe, cough, and stare up at the night sky. There was a crypt nearby, and just behind them, a large statue of the Grim Reaper. As he and Harry both seemed unharmed, Cedric's natural curiosity replaced immediate alarm. He and Harry began pacing off in different directions to explore. "Harry," he called, "the cup is a Portkey.""I've been here before -- in a dream," the boy replied, almost interrupting him. Rising, Cedric went to rejoin Harry near the Reaper statue, alarmed himself by the fear in the kid's voice. " Harry yelled, looking up at him -- face full of a terror. Pieces snapped together in Cedric's brain in rapid progression. He didn't want to think about what they were doing to keep him from wetting his bed."You'd still have feeling in your lower body," Madam Pomfrey was saying.
That was three champions of four who, by hook or crook, hadn't been . " They'd have to go through him to get to the kid, and he finally, truly like the Hogwart's Champion. He just ran flat out, using every inch of his long legs to reach that key. Cedric leapt, dived, and landed beside the cup -- grabbing it. He flung the cup away from him, back into the maze. Neither his parents nor Madam Pomfrey said anything else, as if waiting for what he'd do next, say next -- but he didn't want to say anything. Rolling on his side, he gripped Esiban in his arms and buried his face in bristly fur.
Jumping to his feet, Cedric spun, planting himself squarely in front of Harry, wand out and leveled at the approaching man in the dark cloak. He heard, "Kill the spare," in the same instant Harry screamed from behind him, "Cedric, run! He reacted to Harry's warning, leaping sideways even as the man shouted, "," and green light shot out of the other wand. He got a handful of Harry's tunic, but his inconvenient terror took over again, snatching away thought. The force of the magic sucked him away from the battle even as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the sound of Harry's agony. It rolled under a hedge where no one would accidentally touch it. His parents must have had several days to get used to the news. At first, he felt mostly sick from fear of what might happen to him now -- unable to summon up a proper sorrow.
Now the hedges were pulling him under and he couldn't think, he was so scared. Plead with the boy he'd just been shoving around while trying to get to the cup first. " Cedric shouted as soon as his tongue was his own again. "The cup was a Portkey; it took us to a graveyard -- we both grabbed the cup together and it took us to a graveyard. He'd have liked to sit up and tell her not to cry, that he was all right . When he finally found himself able to open his eyes and keep them open more than a moment, it was dark outside, but this time, there was no weeping at his bedside. "They said he was crying incessantly," his father explained.
""At the other boy's voice -- higher but firm -- the roots suddenly relaxed, but he couldn't make himself stop fighting them. Harry said Voldemort was there and sent me back to get you, but Moody was the one who spelled the cup, and I told him first when I got back and he tricked you and --""Where's the cup now? Turning his head, he could see his mother's tall form in a chair beside him. "Your girlfriend Cho tried to take him, but he wasn't happy with her, either.
Endnotes: The book mentions that Cedric is a pretty smart cookie, and even if the film never said as much directly, I've kept that assumption.