Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry.

"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.

"Nope," said Harry. He was looking around the graveyard. It was completely silent and slightly eerie. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"

"I dunno," said Cedric. He sounded slightly nervous.

Cedric looked down at the Cup. "We might need this," he said, bending down.

"For what?" Harry asked.

Cedric looked up, his fingers hovering an inch from the handle. "Well - in case we need it to solve a puzzle. Just like we needed our golden eggs to figure out the Second Task. Or in case we need to show it as proof we're the real Champion - Champions."

Harry felt oddly reassured that Cedric, at least, had a guess as to what was going on here. He certainly didn't. "Right," he said, and together they picked it up by the handles.

He felt the familiar jerk behind his navel, and -

With a groan, he nearly collapsed face-first into the judges' table. Only Cedric's hand, releasing the Cup and grabbing the back of his shirt, halted him with his nose less than an inch from the table's edge.

"Got to admit, that was a clever final trap," Cedric said pleasantly to the judges as he pulled Harry upright. "We solved it by accident - just out of curiosity, what was waiting for us in the graveyard if we hadn't just grabbed the Cup again?"

The judges all looked confused. Dumbledore's brow, in particular, furrowed deeply. "Graveyard, Mr. Diggory? I - if I may beg your pardon, what graveyard?"

Harry noticed, with a sudden flash of alarm, that Mad-Eye Moody had just gone as white as a sheet.

Author's Note: It's very speedrun-friendly of Voldemort to have the exit to the "graveyard" segment of the Tournament be the exact same as the entrance. :)