Cedric must realise that it is he or Harry who will win, he darts towards the portkey quickly, Harry only has a moment to stun him, locking his limbs together mere seconds before he can touch the trophy. He murmurs an apology as he steps over, using Cedric’s wand to shoot up a flare. He watches Cedric’s face as his hand curls around the cold metal of the portkey. The last thing he sees before his vision is warped is Cedric’s furious expression.