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"Believe me Harry, there's just something odd about that man," I said to Harry during lunch. It had been about two weeks since the second task, and the third and final task was coming up in three days.

"Well, duh Emily. His name is Mad-Eye Moody," Harry said lightheartedly. Harry and I had been conversing about Moody and my suspicions towards him.

"Harry! This is not the time to be sarcastic, alright? I'm telling you, that man gives me the creeps, as he gives to many others. How can you be sure that he can be trusted?" I asked pleadingly trying to convince him that Moody wasn't the good guy Harry has come to believe.

"Look, Emily, that man has helped me through this competition the entire way. He's the reason why I'm still in the competition or even alive for that matter," he said taking a bite of his pancake.

"That's just the thing though, how do you know it's for a good reason?" Harry looked hurt for a few seconds, but it was taken over by a look of anger.

"Not everyone that I meet wants to kill me!" Harry yelled, and stormed out of the Great Hall. I couldn't let him leave like that so I got up and ran after him. I saw him turn the corner into an empty corridor where I cornered him.

"Harry look, I didn't mean it like that, okay?" I said, but Harry looked away trying not to look me in the eye. I sighed but continued, "Harry, have you even thought back to the night your name was pulled out of the Goblet? Have you even wondered who had put your name in the Goblet?"

"Of course I have. There's just no person I could think of, besides Voldemort, who would—"

"Exactly Harry," I interrupted, "that is exactly my point. Whoever put your name in that Goblet is not a friend to you Harry. People have died in this tournament. You are the few that have actually survived this far. Now do you get what I'm saying? Allowing you to participate in this tournament is risky enough, but adding a lunatic, who has been trying to kill you for 14 years, rising to power again, is making things worse."

"'Rising to power again'? What are you talking about?"

"I over heard my father and Snape talking outside the night of the Yule Ball. They were discussing Voldemort, and the Dark Mark. Why do you think the Death Eaters are coming out in public again? No Death Eater, not one, had been seen since, well, since before you were born Harry, since the first down fall of the Dark Lord," I explained. Harry seemed to finally understand, but still wasn't convinced that Moody could be possibly behind it.

"You think he's a spy, don't you? How could he be? He was, after all, an auror, how could he all of a sudden become bad. His entire life was devoted to capturing and destroying all evil," He argued not believing Emily for a second.

"You have learned about the Unforgivable Curses haven't you?" I asked.

"Yeah, what does that have to do with it?" He said looking confused.

"Harry think about it, isn't there a spell that could be used to control people's minds?" Harry still didn't seem convinced. "Harry just promise you'll be careful when you're around him, alright?"

"I promise."

"Good, now I got to go I'm supposed to meet Draco outside for a surprise," I said and hugged him, he embraced me back.

"Thanks for your concern; you're a real good friend."

"No problem. Bye," I turned around and walked away towards the Entrance Hall where I was to meet Draco. I looked around but there was no sign of Draco, then my eyesight was covered by a pair of hands. "Hello Draco."

"How'd you know it was me?" He said while spinning me around so I would be face to face with him.

"You're the only person I know who would do that," I said before he chuckled.

"Good then I am the only one who's touched you."

"Now I didn't say that," I said jokingly but apparently my humor was not noticed for Draco looked murderously towards Harry who was going up the stairs, no doubt to the Gryffindor common room.

"It was him wasn't it?" He said pointing an accused finger.

"Draco, calm down, Merlin I was kidding," Draco looked a bit flushed but quickly gained his smug composer. "So, where are you taking me?"

"To a little place that only I know about." He said looking proud.

"Okay and where would this mysterious place be, may I ask?"

"The spot is in the Forbidden Forest."

"Oh, why didn't I see that coming?" Draco grabbed my hand and led me towards the forest.

"Now close your eyes."

"Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"C'mon, don't you trust me?" I stared into Draco's silvery blue eyes.

"Of course I trust you. I just don't trust the forest." Draco laughed.

"Don't worry I'll be right behind you."

"Fine," I said giving in and letting Draco begin to guide me through the forest only occasionally stopping to tell me to step over an obstacle like a rock or branch that was lying on the floor. Finally what seemed to be hours we had arrived at the spot.

"We're here; now don't open your eyes until I tell you to."

"Okay," I waited for five minutes, before I felt Draco's arms wrap around me once again.

"Open them." I opened my eyes and gasped. We were still in the Forbidden Forest, I think, but we were in a different part of it. This part was sunny and full of life. There were purple flowers, rose bushes, daisies, all kinds of flowers, and a beautiful stream with a small waterfall. The scene was breath taking.

"Draco…how?" I was speechless.

"I stumbled upon it my first year here, when I was serving detention with that half giant Hagrid," he said with distaste.

"He's half giant?" I asked shocked. He had seemed so nice to be half giant.

"Oh c'mon you never noticed. He has the worst temper during his Care of Magical Creatures classes and he shows us the most dangerous animals."

"You're kidding. He's a teacher too. That man shouldn't be allowed to be around people," I said shocked that Dumbledore would allow that half breed to teach classes.

"I know, I and my house mates believe the same thing, but everyone else seems to believe he's the nicest being alive, but enough about school matters," he said pulling me towards the stream where there were fishes and tad poles. The stream was aligned with purple and yellow tulips and occasionally daisies, Draco and I sat down and just enjoyed each others company.

"So you've never told me about your family," Draco said looking interested in the subject.

"Well, you've never asked," I said smiling.

"Okay, then I am asking you, what's your family like?" He said chuckling.

"I wonder where to start? My father, as you know, is Igor Karkaroff, but I never met my mother. I grew up in Durmstrang and I was known as the only girl there, and the only person with a British accent."

"How come you have the accent, since you did grow up in Bulgaria?"

"I had a babysitter, Thomas Holmes, was his name, and he was from here. He was the man who practically raised me, he taught me how to speak, walk, eat properly, and he made me the person I am to today. I owe him everything." Draco and I spent about two more hours there and returned back up to the castle, where dinner was already being served.

During dinner I began to feel a slight sting on my left lower arm. I knew what it was, it was my Dark Mark, and I knew it was not a good sign. After dinner I walked back with Stephen and Brendon to the ship, we talked about the last challenge and what each of our opinions were.

"It's going to have to be the most dangerous and challenging one, right?" said Brenden.

"Well, of course that's obvious," Stephen said laughing.

"Now, now, Stephen, don't make fun of Brendon for his stupidity," I said laughing along with Stephen.

"Shut up I'm just saying, what if something happens to Viktor?" Brendon pointed out.

Silence followed this question, none of us apparently had thought about that. I mean, for my whole life I thought Viktor of being close to a God figure, invincible. He was in Quidditch, and he had suffered many injuries but was he really ready for something this dangerous.

"Let's not think about that right now guys okay?" I said while going into my room. I rolled up my left arm sleeve and looked down at my mark. It was moving. 'He's getting stronger. Something tells me that he's going to try to make his first move soon. Maybe even during the last challenge. Viktor has always been there for me, he has always been like a brother to me. What if I do lose him?'