CEDRIC DIES

She turned to look behind her. She had the distinctive feeling that someone was following her. She tried to ignore the feeling as she walked further. The maze was tough but comparatively easier than the second task.

At least you weren't attacked by a couple of Gryndylows when the life of your sister is in danger. She heard some noise behind her again. "Who ees it?" she called out but she didn't hear any reply. "I know you are zere. Answer me" she shouted again her voice echoing through the maze. She was going to turn back to her own work but her instinct told her to find out the source of the voice.

What happened next provoked her even harder. She heard a male voice and even before it registered in her mind, she was running towards it. "Where are you? Come out. I am here" she screamed as she reached the point from where the sound was produced.

"Crucio" she heard behind her and she jumped just in time to avoid the curse. She held her wand stiffly as she walked towards the bushes from where the attacker had attacked her. She heard some more shuffling voices in her vicinity but she remained quiet.

She had heard that voice somewhere. She didn't really know where but she had heard it. "Didn't you know you shouldn't go in dark areas all by yourselves? Didn't you know a fragile and weak girl like you needs to take care of herself" she heard the voice more clearly.

"Krum?" she asked hopefully but she didn't dare turn to look at him. "You're smart but not smart enough. Pity you're going to be killed" the voice said threateningly. Fleur knew she had to think fast.

Without thinking she turned to look at Krum and tried to stupefy him. It distracted him for a moment giving her enough time to run for a safe place. "Help" she screamed panicked. "Help" she screamed again. "You cannot escape" she heard Krum say as he blocked her way from running somewhere else.

Since she was a half veela, she couldn't turn into a fireball producing dragon but she surely could be more dangerous than other witches. "Get away from me" she commanded punching Krum on his chest. He wailed in pain as he grabbed her wrist. She looked at him with hate in her eyes as she ordered him to leave her wrists. "Never" he said panting slightly. "You're not going to get away from here" he told her trying to grab her other wrist. She bit him sharply making him instantly release her wrist. "Never mess with a veela" she told him running away.

She was doing fine she told herself. She ran away from him. You've proved your point she told herself. Suddenly she felt unbearable pain course through her body. It felt as if she was being beaten by thousand hammers. She screamed as her legs entangled in one of the plants.

When she woke up again she was with the audience surrounded by her friends. "You vas bien (Are you fine?)" her friend asked her and she nodded. "Oui (Yes)" she replied. "
Qu'est-il arrive (What happened?)" her friend asked her. "Je vais vous le dire plus tard (I'll tell you later)" she told her.

"Laissez-moi la voir (Let me see her)"she heard a voice. Though the accent wasn't perfect, it was a good trial. "Qui parle (Who is it?)" she asked her friend, Jeannine. "Bill Weazly" she told her blushing. "He's alors cute!(He's so cute)" she exclaimed. Fleur nodded. Bill was good looking and his personality was surely charming. "He's un vrai gentleman (He's a real gentleman)" she giggled. "What does e want" Fleur asked Jeannine, Joanne's twin who was quite serious. "Je vais go and check, sit u veux(I'll go and check if you want)" she replied. "Merci Jeannine(Thanks Jeannine)" Fleur nodded.

Jeannine returned with Bill who smiled reluctantly at Joanne and Fleur. "Mcgonnacal's expecting you in her office. You must hurry" he told her gravely. "What ees the matter Bill. Is it a bad news?" she asked him. "It is" he agreed. "Don't go alone. Take a friend with you. It will be tough for you" he told her. "I'll come" Joanne said clapping her hands enthusiastically. "Yes, you can take her" Bill grinned at Joanne who battled her eyelashes flirtingly. Fleur felt jealousy, something that she had never felt before. She didn't know why but she didn't like the way Bill and Joanne looked at each other. "Let's go" Fleur said grasping Jeannine's hand. As they started walking, Joanne started talking about Bill like before. "E's really sweet, don't you zink" she asked Fleur. Fleur nodded. Cedric was more like a brother to her so she didn't even think of him in a romantic way. However, Bill was completely opposite. He wasn't the type of guy any girl could consider as a brother. She knew he was a good guy just by looking at his way. No, she did not like him or even have a crush on him, she just admired him. And she wanted to know more about him. She had been so busy thinking about Bill, that she did not hear any of Joanne's babbling. "I am going to ask im out" Joanne was telling "Vous le connaissez a piene (You barely know him)" Fleur screeched at her. Joanne seemed to ignore her statement. By now, they had reached Mcgonnacal's office. The door was closed so Fleur knocked it politely. "Ms. Delacour?" she heard the familiar voice "Yes Madame, it ees me" Fleur answered as the door swung open. The office was beautiful. Though it wasn't decorated with ribbons and laces, it was neat and had a grace of its own. It consisted of a few medals, certificates, trophies and photographs. There was a small study table where Mcgonnacal was seated. Krum was standing next to it, a glum look in his eyes. She somehow stopped herself from hexing him. "Please come in Ms. Delacour" Mcgonnacal told her. "What ees it, Madame?" Fleur asked her. "Please be seated" the professor insisted and fleur took a seat. "I…I don't know how to frame it to you, Ms. Delacour" Mcgonnacal told Fleur adjusting her glasses. "You were quite close to Mr. Diggory, weren't you" She asked Fleur making her nod. "I am very sorry to tell you that the ending of the Championship has….very sadly…resulted in the death of Mr. Diggory by the arrival of the self-proclaimed 'DARK LORD'", Mcgonnacal told Fleur, tears in her eyes. Fleur's eyes too were filled with tears and she couldn't believe it. She knew she needed to cry and let her feelings out. She abruptly pushed the chair she was sitting on and ran of the room in the hope she would again meet him alive.

Authors note:

So, what do you think about this chapter. Please review. And I am really very sorry for those French conversations. I just wanted it to be a bit realistic. Anyways, the next few chapters are going to be a bit more interaction between Fleur and Bill. Suggestions are welcome.