A/N: All right, this was pretty spur of the moment. I've never really cared much about Cedric, but I'm pretty pleased with this. Read and review, please und thank you :)
I see a blurry smile, a lady with pretty blue eyes looks down on me. Then the eyes dull. I'm crying, wailing for something I barely knew I lost.
I'm pretty young, maybe four, and my magic has started to appear. I'm falling out of an oak tree, then bouncing all the way home. My father is proud, beaming as wide as I've ever seen. It's only a minute until he's Apparating to my grandparents' house, then my cousins', the neighbors', everyone. He is so proud of his little boy.
I'm eleven and holding my first broomstick. Madam Hooch is blowing the whistle and suddenly I'm off, the wind in my hair, the feeling that I can go anywhere, do anything. All too soon I have to come back down to earth, but I know that's what I want to do.
I finished top of my class third year, and my father is bragging to anyone who'll listen about it. "That's my boy," he's saying proudly.
There's a girl chasing after me in the hallway. She's pretty, with straight black hair and big brown eyes. She's a fourth-year, I think, a year younger than me. She's tapping me on the shoulder, asking me to Hogsmeade. I'm saying yes. Soon enough we're snogging in Madam Puddifoot's. I'm flying.
We're winning the Quidditch match. It's an empty feeling afterward, somehow, like we didn't really win. The others are happy. But I know that it wasn't fair. Or it was fair by the rules, but the rules couldn't predict every situation. I am resolving to work the team twice as hard for the next game.
It's breakfast, but I'm in the corridor with a Howler. It came from my father. It's opening, it's opening, it's shrieking. "A QUIDDITCH PLAYER? WHAT KIND OF JOB IS THAT? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE THERE ARE IN QUIDDITCH? MANY! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY MAKE IT? FEW! HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO SUPPORT A FAMILY THAT WAY? YOUR MOTHER WOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOU! I EXPECT YOU TO TALK TO PROFESSOR SPROUT IMMEDIATELY ABOUT YOUR CAREER CHOICE! WHEN I NEXT HEAR FROM HER, I EXPECT TO FIND OUT THAT YOU'VE CHOSEN A RESPECTABLE POSITION, GRINGOTTS OR THE MINISTRY! MAKE ME PROUD."
Dumbledore is reading my name off the slip of paper. I am walking down the aisle. I am the champion my father wants me to be. Cho is beaming at me. People are clapping me on my back. It's almost as good as Quidditch.
I'm whirling around the dance floor, knowing that this is my last year. My last year before I'm free.
I'm grabbing the Cup.
I see a rush of green light.