A/N: This is my version of the ending to the Goblet of Fire. It'll eventually lead up to Harry's fight with Lord Voldemort. I don't mind flames. They'll still be used to set the remains of Furby on fire. *grins* Anyways, sorry it's so short. I meant to do it longer, but I needed a new post, ya know? Um...nothing else, but R/R, or R/F! (read/flame)

"So...on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!" said Bagman. "Three--two--one--" He gave a short blast of his whistle, and Harry and Cedric hurried forward into the maze.

"My field!!" Harry muttered quietly as he passed a huge bush. "What have they done to you?" He looked at the ground. "And this is where I fell last year." He sighed.

"Hey, it's my field too." A voice said back.

"Cedric, are you following me?" Harry turned to see a very scared Cedric. Harry turned around, lit up his wand, and Cedric did the same.

Cedric shrugged. "You're the best, you know that. And...I was just going this way!"

"See you!" Harry said cheerfully. It was best to make friends with him in case Harry got in trouble. Cedric left at the fork, and Harry continued on. He barely heard Bagman's whistle as he pressed forward. Strange, Harry thought. This path is clear. Wasn't this maze supposed to be hard? Bagman's whistle interrupted his thoughts. All the champions were now in the maze. Harry saw movement, but Cedric had only gotten in the way of Hagrid's pets and "just got away." Harry chuckled to himself softly.

"Don't worry Cedric...It probably only was Artie."

"Artie?"

"Artemus. My Blast -Ended Skrewt. Hagrid made us name them so they would get closer, but ya know, didn't work."

Cedric shook his head, and ran down another path. Harry continued to chuckle to himself, because Artie was always the strongest Skrewt in his Care of Magical Creatures class. He shuffled off again, and met a dementor.

"WAZZZZZUP?" Harry yelled.

The dementor did not speak. Usually they responded in the usual fashion, of taking off their hoods (they wore a white mask these days) and stuck their tongue, if you ask them to. This particular one was irritable. Just then, Harry thought of something that made him feel stupid.

"Are you a boggart?" The boggart nodded its head. "You're not supposed to admit that, you're supposed to scare me, and you're not doing a good job." It shrugged. "Riddikulus!" Harry yelled, and with a crack the boggart turned into a turned into a chicken. Harry shook his head and snickered a bit. He had experience with chickens from Dudley's video game, what was it? Legend of...? He couldn't remember, but the chicken was getting away, so he kicked it and went on.

After many turns and Hermione's Four-Point Spell also being done many times, Harry found a strange mist. He poked it apprehensively, not really knowing what to do.

"Reducto!" Harry shouted, and the bright beam went through the mist and kept on going. "Idiot." Harry said to himself. It was obviously not solid! Harry wondered how far it could go before hitting Cedric. He grinned at the thought. Just then, somebody screamed. Harry was sure it was girlish, so the obvious choice would be Cedric or Viktor Krum.

"Fleur?" Harry called out, just in case. If it was Fleur, then Harry would probably never get the chance to go with her again. He shrugged and poked the mist again. This time, he was sure it was solid, but no. After lots of poking, Harry decided to go through, and it was like nothing he had ever experienced. Harry imagined it was like a roller coaster. Dudley had never told him about such rides; every time he would go to the amusement park with Piers or Aunt Petunia, he had always come back all greasy and never wanted to talk about anything. This must have been like one of the suspended roller coasters that Harry had seen on Dudley's television. He would have to tell Ron and Hermione about this, and maybe sneak back on the field later, after he had his money.

Harry was still hanging upside down, pondering the possibilities when he realized that he needed to finish this thing. Harry uncertainly took another step forward, and the world became its normal, boring self again. He fell on his knees and the first thing he did was check his khakis for grass stains. There was a huge one on both of them. He swore loudly, and happily remembered that he had his trusty Spray n' Wash with him. Then, he pulled out the Spray n' wash that he always kept in his pocket (just in case), sprayed it on his jeans, and mirthfully hurried forward.

He hesitated a minute at a junction of two paths and looked for some sign of Cedric. It must have been him, the one who screamed. If the feminine scream was actually from someone of the opposite sex, then Fleur was most definitely down. He took a deep breath and started to daydream again. Him, the little boy, champion of them all. The trophy would most certainly go in the case; Ron and him would have to sneak down every night to see it. He thought a minute, and pulled out a small slip of parchment and a quill . If he was going to do that, he might as well remember. Harry scribbled down the reminder, and jogged forward again.

For ten whole minutes, there was nothing but dead ends. Harry was starting to wonder why they call them dead ends if the shrubbery that makes the dead end is very much alive. He shrugged, and decided to take a new route. Suddenly, Harry saw something move on his right. He turned; nothing was there. Harry shook his head, this was no time to be seeing things. He saw it again, this time on his right, and it looked just like himself...Harry jumped and ran, only to realize later that it was his own shadow.

So, what did ya think? This one kinda sucks, but what can you do for a first chapter? Well, this is supposed to be from the middle of page 621 on, that's why the first 2 lines are the same. Oh yeah, and just so I don't get sued (actually, I think I lost my $65 in the wash, so there's not much left...): Disclaimer thingy: Everything (e.g. Harry) belongs to J.K Rowling, and Artie belongs to me. Hurray! I own something! Even if it is a giant grey lobster thing, but still.