Harry Potter One Shots

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It was so quiet. Peaceful.

I didn't want to open my eyes.

If I opened my eyes, it would all be real. I would be in the Hospital Wing, Voldemort would be alive, and Cedric would be dead.

Cedric.

My Cedric.

"Harry."

The voice sounded so familiar.

No... It couldn't be.

"Harry?"

Even more insistent. Should I ignore it? Was it a trick? It couldn't be real. I wanted it to be real. I wanted it to be real so much.

I opened my eyes wearily, to see Cedric smiling down at me.

"Hey Seeker," Cedric leaned down to give me a kiss on the forehead. "Time to get up, lazybones. You can't lie around here all morning, you know. It's an important day."

Cedric. Here. Now. Alive.

"Y-you're dead." I was starting to cry. I couldn't stop the tears falling down my cheeks. Why were they doing this to me? Hadn't I suffered enough?

Cedric frowned. "Harry? What's wrong? I'm here, baby."

I shook my head. "You're not here. This isn't real. He killed you."

I wanted to go back to sleep. Why were they taunting me? My Cedric was dead. Gone. Murdered.

"Harry, I'm here. It was just a dream. I'll never leave you. I told you that, remember? I will never leave you."

I wanted to believe him. I really wanted to believe him. I closed my eyes, praying to whoever was listening that it was true.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Do you promise?"

There was no answer.

I opened my eyes again and Cedric was gone. In his place was...

Me.

I looked into... my... eyes.

Avada Kedavra green.

A blast of green light. Something heavy falling to the ground. Scar. Pain. Cedric. Dead.

I tilted my head and considered myself on the bed.

"I did it."

It was so quiet that I couldn't really hear it very clearly. But I knew what was said, because... I said it.

I held up my palms.

Red. Blood.

Drip.

Drip.

Crimson blood falling to the cold, white hospital floor.

"I did it," I repeated louder. I smiled a humourless smile. "I killed him." I went on. I felt colder with every word I said. "I loved him, and I killed him."

"N-no!" I denied, shaking my head, tears streaming down my face. "I didn't do it! It was Voldemort! I didn't do it!" I was sobbing by now.

I shook my head, smile still in place. "No," I whispered. "It was me. It's my fault. I killed him. He's dead and it's my fault."

"N-no-"

"It's my fault."

"-It-"

"I killed him."