This is the last chapter! God, I've been a busy bee! Hope you enjoy it, and there WILL be an explanation for why it's so short! And I can't do Viktor's accent. funky xxx

The screen disappeared with a 'pop'. And the whole thing turned into chaos. The boy-who-lived gone, in a task prepared by the best minds of Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Baxubeatons, the press would be all over it! Cedric, Viktor and Fleur were all okay, much to Hermione and Shadow's relief, but Longbottom was gone for a bit and then he fell onto the grass, holding up the tri-wizard cup. "Voldemort's back," he gasped softly. "He's back, he took my blood..." Dumbledore dragged Longbottom away from the cup, taking him to his office. Suddenly, Moody's skin began rippling, changing: Polyjuice Potion. In his place stood Barty Crouch JR, tongue flickering in and out of his mouth. The next few moments where chaos: the man grabbed the portkey, several stunning spells impacted on him at the same moment and the portkey left.

The days after the third task were tense. Shadow and Draco spent a lot of time in one another's company trying to forget about the apparent return of Voldemort. Longbottom got the tri-wizard winnings, and everything seemed to return to normal, with his boasting and the like...But everyone avoided him like the plague, and Shadow spent time with Cedric along with the rest of the Hufflepuffs and Cho Chang. Shadow wasn't happy with Viktor Krum, however. Since the third task, he'd been avoiding Hermione, and when she'd cornered him, he'd broken up with her.

"Viktor Krum!" She bellowed. He turned. "How dare you hurt Hermione? How dare you?" She screamed at him. "She's crying her eyes out upstairs!"

"I do not want to hurt her," he replied. "But I have to. Because she cannot be with me."

"Why?" Shadow hissed back. "Because she's muggle-born, is that it? I thought you were different, you bloody hypocritical..." words failed her. "We thought you were different," she finally said. "But you're not."

"I will talk to her," he said softly. "I will talk to her." He turned away, and walked up to the castle.

"She's in the library!" She called to him. He nodded once, showing he'd heard her.

Draco and Shadow were sat in the Room of Requirement when Shadow asked, "Do you really see us in a few years time?" Draco looked startled. "I mean, your father..." He looked at her. "I know what he is, Draco. And so do you. But he'll force you to join up, and I'm a half-blood...Heiress to the Lupin family." The Lupin family was an old, French Pureblood family, as wealthy as the Malfoy's. "You're the Heiress to the Lupins," he said. "Get your father to make a betrothal contract. Father will do it for the political move."

"And I will be forced to join or die!" She replied with a hiss. "And I don't want to do either!"

"The Dark Lord-"

"Don't call him that! Call him Voldemort, Draco. And if you can't, He-who-must-not-be-named."

"Voldemort," he said, "will not recruit me while I am a child. Don't worry; we have a year, maybe longer, to think on this."

"I can't help it," she sighed, leaning into him. He hugged her, and leant down and whispered in her ear:

"I can't, either."

The ride home was quiet. Luna was reading the Quibbler, along with everyone else, and they were simply basking in one another's presence. Suddenly, Hermione spoke.

"Victor talked to me again. Said he was sorry. He invited me over to Bulgaria this summer."

"Why not?" Shadow asked. "You are his girlfriend."

"Yes, but...well...my mum and dad don't know that, see," she explained. "And I don't want to tell them...they're picky."

"Don't tell them, then. Send a letter to Viktor, explaining, and then go as friends," Shadow suggested. Hermione beamed.

"You should have been a Slytherin," commented Ginny.

"Could have been. The hat said I could have gone anywhere, but I asked to go somewhere I'd be accepted. Like Derek, the openly gay guy who graduated a bit ago? He could have gone to Slytherin, but wanted to be accepted. Hence, Hufflepuff."

They fell silent, and did not speak again until they said goodbyes at the platform. Ginny was once again put through a Longbottom visit, so Shadow asked if Ginny could stay. The answer was a quiet, yet firm, no. And when Shadow got home, she was ordered to pack up all her things.

What was going on?

Dear readers: that's the end of the story. I will do Shadow's next year, simply out of love. And I have plans for it. However, I won't do the year after that, as I've said before.

The reason this is so short is this: I couldn't make it any longer. I mean, half of it's not important if you're not in the Tournament, and if you're not interesting enough for Rita Skeeter, it's not exactly good, is it? Did make it as long as I could, though.

Thank you to my wonderful reviewers. I love you all, funky xxx