The water is rather cold. It does not bother me as much as it should but I am very used to cold. I am from a cold climate. The weather here seems warm to me. I do not often wear my fur cloak anymore.

Swimming to my hostage does not take long. It is what I see there that stops me. The four hostages are floating, their feet are bound to heavy rocks. They have charms around their heads. Their eyes are open wide. I think it is just the spell until Gabrielle begins to silently scream. Then I know that the hostages see what I see. They are stunned by what they see and what I see. I see a bubblehead Diggory fucking a gillyweed Potter. The hostages are so stunned they cannot close their eyes. I cannot close my eyes either.

Poor little Gabrielle is only 12. She is such a sweet thing forced to see this monstrosity.

But then again, Potter is only 14 and is forced to participate.