You’re a Sixth year Hufflepuff, as well as your boyfriend Cedric. You’re the golden couple of the school everyone looks up to you and wants a relationship like you. You’ve been dating for about a year. He tells you he’s going to put his name in the goblet of fire. You encourage him though you’re scared for him. The first and second task go by and he’s fine. The third one is the scariest one. You’re in the stands cheering him on waiting for him to come back. He comes back with Harry, you notice something’s off. Harry is crying, Amos Diggory runs down screaming, “that’s my boy, that’s my son!” You’re still unaware of what’s going on, your heart pounding. Dumbledore runs to them, Harry sobbing over Cedric, “Voldemort’s back. Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn’t leave him, not there.” You realize, Cedric, he’s dead. You kept a secret, you were going to tell him after the third task. You’re pregnant.