A/N: so this is the last chapter for the secret. I hope you all enjoy. As always I don't own harry potter although I wish I did own a wand.
Harry had just set down the parchment that Ron handed back to him and he looked at his toast like it was some foreign matter. He looked up and told his friends that he needed to be alone for a while. Harry ran off to his dormitory and sat down on his four poster bed. He thought about what he had just read and how that could not possibly be true. It just couldn't be. How could that even be true. Harry spent the next few hours skipping classes and rereading the note that Sirius had given him. He pondered it and then decided that he needed to look up some things for the next task which was only a short 4 weeks away.
(the next day)
"Hey there mate did you find out anything about the note yesterday?" Ron asked over breakfast.
"No I was too busy researching something for the third task. It was very interesting some of the spells I found to repel things. Just general spells you know?" Harry asked looking at his friends.
"We could practice this afternoon if you like. I know some of the most useful spells there are for deflecting things. They are all very general and very useful in mst cases, but they are very powerful," Hermione responded taking a bite of her toast.
"Sure we could practice a few of them, general spells would be helpful," Harry said looking into his glass of pumpkin juice. There was a knot forming in his stomach for the last task and he couldn't quite make out why.
He and Hermione met after class that day and started to practice the spells that she had written down. Some were very simple and others proved not so simple, for Harry at least.
"NO NO NO Harry. You move your wrist 47 degrees COUNTER clockwise not clockwise," Hermione said correcting him for the hundredth time on the same spell.
"Can we give it a rest Hermione it is not like the task is tomorrow," Harry asked not wanting to break his arm by flicking it too many different ways. She haughtily agreed that they could stop for the day and both of them headed back to Gryffindor Tower to work on some schoolwork.
(Sirius)
Sirius and Remus were sitting in the house eating some of their food. Sirius was worried and had to keep being reassured that Harry had gotten the note and that everything was going to be alright with the third task.
"Sirius, seriously would you stop pacing and sit down and eat your dinner like a normal wizard," Remus said one night as Sirius quickly paced the house. He was nervous though.
"I can't seem to calm down. There is something nagging at me, Remus. Something really bad is going to happen to Harry in this last task and I don't know what it is. I just feel like there isn't something right about this whole thing. And I can't help him in any way. Only a few know that I am truly innocent."
"Harry will be fine. You have heard what he has been through. He vanquished Voldemort when he was a baby and did it again in his first and second years at school. If you are worried about him running into Voldemort I wouldn't be. And if he does he will be able to handle it, Sirius," Remus calmly explained sipping on some water.
"I want to help him he is my godson after all," Sirius said, "He must be nervous as hell."
(Hogwarts)
"I'm nervous as hell," Harry said over breakfast. I was exactly two weeks until the third task was to begin and Harry felt something was off.
"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked knowing that something was off with her friend that morning.
"Have either of you felt that something is off about this. About the whole thing. Me being in the Triwizard tournament. It feels kind of eerie you know?" Harry asked looking at his two friends. Ron nodded before responding.
"Yeah, Harry, I have. And to be quite honest with you this whole thing has been messed up for everyone not just you. You even had Dumbledore stumped at how you got into the tournament and he is the greatest wizard that ever lived. If there wasn't that stupid binding magic contract thing they have then you wouldn't even be allowed to compete. So yeah the whole thing is fishy," Ron answered Harry. He was worried too. Worried that after this competition he may not have a best friend anymore. And that scared Ron to death.
"Well, Harry, Ron is right. All of this is a bit fishy, but with a bit more practice you will be brilliant I am positive," Hermione said as she smiled at Harry. She shot a quick look over to Ron and they exchanged a silent word. They had both been thinking the same thing. This task was designed to test people of a more advanced magic level and Harry was not quite there yet and the only way it seemed he managed to survive these tasks was on luck. He was going to need a lot of it for this one. They hoped it would be enough.
The weeks passed on and Harry and Hermione reviewed spells together after lessons and worked to find some new ones that may be of use. Harry also spent a million hours in the library just staring at the old note that his godfather had given him. He still couldn't believe what the parchment said. He knew one thing though. If his fishy feeling was right this piece of parchment would come in great handy during the next task. He folded it up and put it back in his pocket walking out towards the grounds ready for some fresh air. On his way down he ran into Hermione.
"Were you looking at the parchment again, Harry?" she asked politely knowing very well what her friend had been up to. She worried that he looked so much at that, but like Harry she knew that if the feeling was right this would be a great advantage.
"Yeah I was, Hermione. I think it is going to come in handy during the third task. I have this feeling that it might happen," he said looking at her.
Soon the day was upon them. The day of the third and final task. Harry's heart was racing. He was nervous of not what was going to happen, but what could potentially happen. He gulped as they faced the maze that they were told they had to go into. He really didn't want to go into those bushes. He had no choice now. When Dumbledore ushered them in Harry stepped into the maze and everything was silent. He didn't like this creepy silence that was surrounding him. It was all too familiar. That dead silence right before something bad is to happen to you. He was waiting for something anything to attack him when Krum sprung around the corner. He didn't look himself though. His eyes were hazy and Harry ducked out of the way before any harm came to him. He heard a scream somewhere in the distance and decided to go find out who it was considering he didn't want to find the Triwizard Cup and become a legend. For some reason that didn't appeal to him in the slightest or at least it didn't tonight. That was something that had been weighing on his mind. He had wanted to win so badly for the first two tasks and now that victory was within his reach he didn't really feel like winning at all. The students and the fans that supported him though were counting on him to win and he had to for their sake. He went over and saw Fleur and sent up sparks for her. He dashed off then in search of the Triwizard cup. He went off running and met Cedric along his way. They were talking a bit and then saw the cup both dashed towards it and when they got there Cedric insisted that harry take it with him so that they would both be champions. They each grabbed a cup only too late to find out it was turned into a portkey as they were whisked away somewhere else. As they landed Harry realized with horror that they were in the graveyard from his nightmare. He urged Cedric to go back, but Cedric would not go. Soon though they found out that Harry's feelings about something bad happening were right. An evil was here. They had just seen Wormtail come out when Cedric was struck dead by him. Harry was then imprisoned and then after having his arm cut and seeing Voldemort come back to life he was silent. Just thinking about everything that had happened.
'Please don't let this be the end of me too,' Harry thought to himself knowing that he didn't want to die. Just then Voldemort put his foot on Cedric's face. Harry's blood ran with fire. That was a disrespect to Cedric. Harry made himself known once again by yelling at Voldemort to stay off of his friend. Voldemort came over and released Harry. He told him to get up so that they could duel.
"Get up I want to see you die in front of me," Voldemort hissed.
"I know who you are," Harry spat back. Voldemort laughed a deep dark laugh.
"Everyone knows who I am Harry Potter."
"Who you are now. Not who you used to be. I've learned the truth. My grandmother. I have learned about her and in turn learned about you."
"Grandma can't save you now Harry. Only you can do that," Voldemort said as his face showed a hint of fear. 'Has the boy really found out?' he wondered to himself.
"Yes and I will defeat you great-uncle Tom."
A/N: SO I hope you enjoyed that. I am very sorry it took me two years to update. If there is anything you would like me to write or read for you feel free to PM!
