Being dead was odd to say the least, but couldn't really be explained as a bad experience.

Cedric felt totally at ease, his mind not racing, not worrying, and he wasn't afraid of what was coming next for him. His spirit seemed to be in a sort of limbo, not living, but not quite moving on yet. It felt like floating, only with no sensation. There was no pain, but there really wasn't any other feeling either.

The former Hufflepuff thought to his last final moments, when he spoke to Harry through the wand's connection.

"Harry…" He had said, "take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents…."

That last sentence had been added on rather hastily when the ghost - was he a ghost? – realized how odd it might sound.

Now at perfect peace with himself, Cedric found it easy to admit that he had only really wanted to see if Harry cared. He wanted the raven haired boy to hold him close to his own body; even if he was dead. Cedric wanted to be with Harry, and now that he was banned from the world of the living, he would have to settle with his corpse.

If he had a heart, Cedric supposed that it would have beat hard when Harry agreed instantly. He had looked so scared and confused while fighting the Dark Lord, and Cedric had been frightened for a few moments as well. These were well founded; he had been killed, but now Cedric was able to look at the broader picture of things happening, and knew that Harry couldn't possibly loose to the dark wizard.

It was a pleasant thought to know that Harry would succeed, and that maybe, in some small way, he had helped that.

There was suddenly a flash before him, and a gust of warm air. A chasm was opening before him, and light was pouring in. Cedric smiled, and let himself be taken under.