"I realise I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about those dragons."
"Forget about it. I’m sure you would’ve done the same for me."
"Exactly. You know the prefects’ bathroom on the fifth floor? It’s not a bad place for a bath. Just take your egg and… mull things over in the hot water."
"Go on, take it! You saved me, take it!"
"We’ll take it together."
From high above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, “Kill the spare.” A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: “Avada Kedavra!” A blast of green light blazed through Harry’s eyelids, and he heard something heavy fall to the ground beside him. Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.”
"Harry take my body back will you? Take my body back to my father."
"Remember, if the time should come, when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."