Cedric Diggory loved storms.
He loved seeing lightning illuminate a night sky, the constant dark briefly, beautifully seen before the moment ended.
He loved hearing thunder roll across the sky, surprising everyone but him into silent submission to its power.
He loved knowing no one could stand up to the wrath the storm's path could feel, the havoc the storm could wreak upon everyone, and would wreak upon anyone it wanted.
Which is why, releasing the handle of the Triwizard Cup, hearing the thunder in the distance, Cedric Diggory felt no fear.