The Stories of Survivors: Cho Chang
"Well, obviously, she's feeling very sad, because of Cedric dying. Then I expect she's feeling confused because she liked Cedric and now she likes Harry, and she can't work out who she likes best. Then she'll be feeling guilty, thinking it's an insult to Cedric's memory to be kissing Harry at all, and she'll be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry. And she probably can't work out what her feelings toward Harry are anyway, because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died, so that's all very mixed up and painful. Oh, and she's afraid she's going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she's been flying so badly." -Hermione Granger, Order of the Phoenix
“Good luck Ced, I know you can win.” I said, waving Cedric off to the third task. He looked back, paused, and ran back to give me one last hug before he entered the maze. I walked over to the stands, where my friends were sitting. They might be all giggly, but I was pretty nervous. I was happy for Cedric, do not get me wrong, but he was taking a huge risk by doing this tournament.
That was my last time seeing Cedric before it happened.
I heard the screams before I saw it. Cedric was lying there, motionless. It was like the end of the world. The end of my world. I had been terrified of this happening, but I never really thought that it was possible. Plus, Cedric had dreamed of competing in the Triwizard Tournament since he was little, it was not like I could just keep him from competing.
I was almost afraid to approach his body at the funeral, like if I came to close it then it would be proven he was really gone, Cedric was not coming back. The day after he died, I felt like every person at Hogwarts was staring at me, waiting for me to burst out crying. Little did they know, I was just waiting for that to happen to myself. The night he died; I did not sleep a single second.
As time passed the days seemed to be blurred together, creating a whirl of classes, exams, and tears. My friends were gone from my side the instant I tried to confide in them. Gwen, in particular, was the least supportive. She just walked away when I got within three feet of her. It was like I was some sort of disease, no one thought I would be okay around them. As the final day of the school year approached, I felt more alone than ever.
On the train ride home, about ten people opened my compartment door and then closed it so quick, as if they thought I didn’t even see. I gazed out of the window, dreading the questioning from my parents that I would be getting. The trees slowly turned into bushes, and then altogether disappeared. As we neared the station, the trees began appearing again.
The train pulled into the station. I slowly stood up, trying to savor the last minutes of freedom before I went home. I made sure I had everything, especially my broom, I had gotten a 7 for my birthday and I did not want to lose it. My mom was standing at the station. Naturally, my muggle father was not there, likely at work. I stepped off the train and my mom immediately wrapped an arm around my shoulder and swept me off the platform.