Harry
reached for Cedric and then the port key. As he started to apparate away, he
felt a pang in his chest. Harry looked down. Someone had thrown a dagger before
he apparated. The pain was throbbing. White-hot pain was spreading throughout his
body. Harry looked at his hands, which were sticky and covered in blood.

He
let out a scream of pain as his body hit the ground. There was cheering and laughter
coming from all around him. Harry thought to himself, “Don’t’ they know
Voldamort’s back? Why are they cheering? I’m here, laying in agonizing pain,
while they are happy?!”

That’s
when Harry had realized where he was. He was back at Hogwarts, surrounded by
bleachers full of people who had no idea what had just been going on. They were
completely blinded.

Someone
was now above him, attempting to speak to him. He tried to sit up, but he only
managed to lift himself off the ground an inch before he screamed out in pain.
He didn’t think he could say much, but he had to tell them. He had to.

“Voldamort
killed Cedric. He’s back and…and…” that was all he could say before his voice
dried up and he could not speak. He did not know who he was telling, for his
vision was blurred. Bu he would not sleep.

The
next thing he knew he was sitting in Dumbledore office. His vision was clearer
now so he could see the worry and concern that replaced the twinkle in Dumbledore
eyes.

“Harry…”
said Dumbledore. “Tell us as much as you can.” Harry looked over and saw
Sirius. So Harry began to talk, which seemed to be much easier now. He was
almost done when he felt a pang of pain overcome him.

“Harry,
what is it?” asked Sirius in a concerned voice. But Harry didn’t have to
explain, fore Sirius looked down and saw the tiny dagger, almost not visible,
as Harry collapsed to the floor. He couldn't speak or move but his eyes remained wide open so he could see everything that was going on. Someone, he thought Sirius, was telling him something. He felt himself rise up off the ground as his body was moved from Dumbledoors office. 

As they moved he saw people starring at him. Harry saw two people sitting on a bench with some one who appeared to look a lot like Professor Sprout. "They must be Cedric's parents" he thought to himself.  They entered  the hospital wing and Harry felt himself being later on a bed. There many people around him. Even though he could bearly see, he was sure that Hermione and Ron were one of them. 

The next moment Harry felt the most pain he had ever felt in his life. Someone removed the dagger from his stomach. He was sure he had probably lost most of his blood. White fog started to fill the edges of his mind as everything slowly went black. 

Is he going to be okay?

He will live but I'm keeping him here for atleast another week. 

Surely he isn't injured that much. 

He was stabbed, lost almost all his blood, and is in shock and you think he isn't all that injured!??!

Harry could see clearer now and was awake, or at least he thought he was. He could see and hear everything but his body did not  want to move. He was laying on his back with everyone facing him. 

Oh! The poor dear! I swear he's always getting himself into trouble. I just wish he could have some peace in his life. With his horrible uncle and aunt and his cousin. And then death eaters always trying to destroy him.