The Truth About Cedric Diggory

Chapter Two

A/N
I have no idea what to write next (expect the worst). I'm mainly writing this for myself, so I don't expect anyone to read this.

And yet here I am typing an authors note.

If, by some trick of fate, someone happens to read this, comment your favourite character from Harry Potter or Twilight and I'll give them a major role.

Wow Calista, this is only the second chapter and you've already got writers block. Bravo.
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~Edward's POV~

The trophy Alice just described must be the Triwizard cup. I don't know why she saw a graveyard in her vision, but now I was curious to know why I was so close to the prize. Was I a champion? If so, was the "boy with glasses" also one?

"Well, it's great to see you, but I have to go to class now," I told Alice.

"Oh, can I come with you?"

"Uh... are you a student here?"

"No," she stated plainly.

I stared at her for a moment.

"Okay, fine. Just keep a low profile, and don't talk to anyone."

~~~~time skip~~~~

"And the Hogwarts champion is... Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore announced.

There was a lot of applause as I stood up and joined the other champions. I played the part of being excited, but I was actually terrified. I was chosen for the tournament, which meant Alice's vision was going to come true.

But maybe her vision wasn't completely accurate, because none of the other champions had glasses.

"Harry Potter?" Dumbledore read, after a fourth name flew out of the goblet.

I guess I spoke too soon.

~~~~time skip (again)~~~~

Everyone was saying he cheated. Harry Potter, although he's saved the school on multiple occasions, was now the target of everyone's hatred, and I felt bad for him.

When Harry came up to me, I didn't know what to expect.

"Dragons. That's the first task," he told me.

"What? Are you sure? Why are you telling me this?"

"Fleur and Krum already know."

I was flabbergasted. Why would he help me?

"Uh, thanks," I said. "Oh and about the badges, I told them not to wear them..."

"Don't worry about it."

Now I felt even worse. I stormed back to my friends and told—no—ordered them to take off their "potter stinks" badges. This time, they obeyed.

Dragons, I thought. What am I going to do?