"I was in the wrong place at the wrong time," Cedric whispered. It was still hard to talk about, but he would try for her. "I was competing in the Triwizard Tournament with Harry. We reached the end of the maze at the same time, having saved each other from hazards there. The Triwizard Cup was there, and the winner was supposed to take it. We argued about who had truly won for a while, and then Harry had a brilliant idea. We took it together, but that turned out to be a bad idea."

He took in a rushed breath. "The cup was a Portkey, meaning that touching it transported us somewhere else. We landed in a graveyard, and suddenly Harry was in pain. People were coming. The last thing I heard was his voice saying 'kill the spare', and then the Killing Curse was being cast on me. I was a witness, they didn't want one for what they were about to do to Harry."