Cho's Diary - the Harry Potter franchise from Cho Chang's POV

The most heartbreaking moment ever

June 25th, 1995

Dear diary,

I won't delay much. I'm just spitting that out right now.

Cedric... oh, Cedric...

He's... he's dead.

I can't write it down properly, I'm almost blind from crying so much. The only love of my life! He's gone!!!! Forever!!!

Oh, Cedric... he was my only hope...

I'll try to write down what exactly happened anyway. Even though it feels so hard to me, and I don't even know if I'll get over it sometime.

So yesterday, at the 3rd task, we were all waiting and applauding and everything was alright.

Before it had started, I had a quick chat with him.

"Ced, whatever happens tonight, I know you'll be brilliant. And know that... I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you. Good luck.", I kissed him firmly and stroked his cheek. I wasn't even thinking that this will be our last kiss.

Dumbledore announced Cedric as the Champion from the 1st task, and since Harry won 2nd place and they were tied now, they'd enter the maze together.

About 2 and a half hours later they were back, and oh... it was so terrifying to see his body laying dead on the ground!! One of my worst nightmares that came alive, I even pinched myself to prove it was real. Everyone was screaming and sobbing, and when mr. Diggory saw it, his scream was so heartbreaking. Then I couldn't help myself. I stayed after everyone was gone, and I just stared at his blank grey eyes and kneeled beside him, still staring at him, sobbing so hard. I wanted to just kill myself, but I told myself - this wouldn't be what he'd want me to do.

"I hope you're in a better place, Ced", I told him, hoping that at least his soul or ghost would hear me.  Sure, it's easier to say so than actually feel it. and it made me feel way worse.

"Why did they have to do this to me, whoever killed you? That's so cruel! Cedric-" I was crying so hard that I couldn't talk. My tears were streaming slowly from my eyes, and since I was leaning over his body, they fell straight into his own eyes. "I know it's silly to say that now that you're dead, and, um, your ghost isn't around, but- Cedric- I love you! And I'll still love you even if you're dead!". Here I couldn't bear anymore pain, so I leaned closer, laid my forhead against his, and kept crying quietly, my tears still falling straight into his open eyes. Then suddenly I felt a chill on my back. It felt like something that was touching me, or blowing at my back. I turned around and I saw a silverish-transparent spot. Some kind of... ghost. And it started talking.

"Cho, love...", I knew that voice. It was the love of my life. It was...

"Cedric?! Is that..."

"My ghost, what's left of me, which will stay forever alive." Now he took shape of him. And he looked like he was about to cry.

"I just don't understand, why is this world so... so cruel! Why-"

"I'll explain you everything now. Listen, I have to explain to you. Harry is not ashamed by anything. He saved me many times at this last task, and when You-Know-Who killed me he also tried to, but unsuccessfully. Soon everyone will start to say it was Harry's fault, but-"

"Hold on, how does You-Know-Who make part of this story?"

"Well, it's not that simple... when we got to the cup, someone bewitched it and turned it into a portkey, and I got very excited. And instead of getting back to the Quidditch pitch where everyone waited on us, we were sent to some kind of graveyard. That's where You-Know-Who enters the picture. Peter Pettigrew-"