Dobby ran up to Harry, who was anxiously pacing his room. Just the uncertainty of the point to the next challenge, was absolutely tearing him apart. "Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy—"

Harry turned to Dobby in shock. "Find my what?"

Dobby just continued speaking with no regards to Harry's confusion."—and take his Wheezy back from the merpeople!"

Harry's face contorted more with confusion. "What's a Wheezy?"

Dobby sighed. "Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!"

"What?" Harry gasped. "They've got… they've got Ron?"

Dobby shook his head violently. "No, Harry. A Wheezy is the thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!"

"Ron would be that, Dobby. He's my best friend." Harry said frankly.

Dobby shook his head violently. "Harry, maybe you don't know. He isn't the Wheezy. He isn't the one you'd miss the most."

Harry's eyes widened. "Who is?"

"I can't tell you, Harry. Just know that you have to save your Wheezy from them."

With that, Dobby turned away. Leaving Harry as utterly confused as he'd ever be, with Dobby by his side.

On the day of the challenge, I was absolutely riveted. I had told Ron about what Dobby had said.

Ron estimated that Dobby may have meant Hermione or Ginny, but Harry was sure Ron was wrong. It was something about the way Dobby spoke…he just knew it wasn't them. It was a simple relief that he saw most of his friends on the dock, before he dove into the water.

He laughed as he did his flip through the air, and saw the panic on Neville's face. It had always been Neville's nature to be paranoid.

Harry swam through the water quickly. It was less important for him, at that time, to finish the challenge. The important thing, was to know what exactly Dobby was talking about when he had referred to his 'Wheezy' earlier. He eliminated so many people, looking around the dock, that he thought it might have been. Most of the people he cared about were up on the docks, cheering him on.

He swam through a lock of weeds, and hastened to get away as the merpeople as they took Fleur out of the running for this challenged. It made him cringe, because he worried that her 'Wheezy' wouldn't be able to be saved.

Harry swam deeper into the water, until he reached them. He saw four ropes, attached to four different sets of ankles. He contently looked over each person.

The first was Cho. As much of a joke that was, Harry knew she was Cedric's to save. He always was the one by her side. Harry didn't even think death could screw up how close of friends those two were. They pretended they were dating, but Harry knew otherwise. It was just something that they faked, as their friends wished it to be so.

The second one was Hermione. An idea that Ron had taken to from the start to be Harry's to save. A pang in my gut told him that was wrong. She was for Victor to save. No one else had taken the time to level with him on a human level, instead of the ranks of his stardom. Harry knew, more than most, how that must feel.

The third was a young blonde female. Her hair fell past her shoulders, and she looked like she hadn't eaten a bite of food in her life. It took me mere moments to recognize the correlation between her and Fleur. This was obviously Fleur's younger sister. It made more sense than anything, that a young sibling would be a 'Wheezy' in sort. There is not many pains that are harsher than the loss of family.

Finally, his eyes drifted to the last person that was tied up. The one that he was meant to save. The mysterious 'Wheezy' that Dobby had claimed Harry must save. When Harry looked up, it was as if his heart stopped.

It was Draco.