Cedric frowns. That sounds so simple, so easy...to just run away, live the remainder of his life on some new world. His family and friends would be left to forever wonder where he had gone, but he would live.

A nasty thought crept in. The world's fate...how would his disappearance change things? Harry's words from earlier came floating through his head.

"We're taught on our world that we must never change time, that it leads to disaster. It's strange, but...I think I might be able to accept this someday. I've just learned from someone from the future that my death changes things. It inspires my former classmates to fight the war that started in our own world. But no one really wants to die..."

He presses his face to his knees and exhales. "I'll wait and see. We might learn more later on. Maybe things won't be exactly as they were anyway, and I'll be strong enough to live."