Harry, Neville and I were all walking down to the docks on the Black Lake a few hours after speaking in the library. Harry and I get glancing behind us to try to find Ron and Hermione, who we hadn't seen them since last night. However, I had a bad feeling in my gut that told me I knew why they weren't there with us.

"You're sure about this, Neville?" I heard Harry ask, and I looked over to see Neville passing something over to Harry.

"Absolutely,"

"For an hour?"

"Most likely,"

"Most likely?" Harry growled back, nearly stumbling to a stop.

"Well, there is some debate among herbologists as to the effects of fresh water versus salt water-" Neville tried to explain, making Harry interrupt him and me face palm.

"You're telling me this now? You must be joking!" Harry bit out.

"I just want to help," Neville stuttered out, looking a bit sadder now.

"Well, that makes you a right sight better than Ron and Hermione. Where are they anyway?" Harry growled.

"You seem a little tense, Harry," Neville commented.

"Do I?" Harry bit back sarcastically before getting into one of the many boats.

I sighed and turned to Neville. "I'm sorry about him, Neville. This whole tournament has been stressing him out,"

"I understand," Neville nodded. "But thank you for being so nice to me,"

"Well we're friends aren't we?" I asked with a smile, nudging him with my shoulder. Neville just smiled at my statement and nodded a little. "Good,"

After about a ten minute ride in the tipsy boat, making me grab Harry's shoulder and the side of the boat in a death grip, we finally made in to the stands in the center of the lake where everyone stood waiting for the tournament to begin. Mad-Eye, Dean, Seamus, Neville and I all stood with Harry on the lowest level as Professor Dumbledore explained the challenge to everyone over the loud speaker.

I looked around and found Cedric next to us. I smiled at him and he gave me a curt nod back in acknowledgement, even though I could see the hint of a smile on his face.

I then turned back to Harry. "Good luck, boy wonder," I murmured to Harry before Mad-Eye practically shoved me out of the way, muttering to Harry.

After a moment, I saw Harry stuff the gillyweed into his mouth before looking as if he was choking, but then Mad-Eye gave him a little shove as the canon went off. I raced forward and looked over the edge of the dock into the water, Seamus next to me.

"What's the matter with him?" Seamus asked me.

"I don't know," I muttered to him, feeling a cold shiver run down my spine. "I can't see him,"

"Oh my God!" I heard Neville suddenly exclaim behind me. "I killed Harry Potter!"

For the love of the gods, I hoped Neville wasn't right.

However, a moment later, I watched as Harry suddenly flew up out of the water in a back flip yelling happily before he disappeared back into the water. Everyone cheered, and suddenly Neville appeared beside me, looking down at the water in surprise.

"Neville, you did it!" I exclaimed, hugging him awkwardly from the side. "It worked! You're a genius!" I laughed giving him another kiss on the cheek.

About a half hour later of absolute nothing a boredom, I looked out over the water and noticed a body rising to the surface and saw Fleur's blond hair. The girls from Beauxbatons quickly helped Fleur out of the water and wrapped her in a towel. She was speaking rapidly to them and when her friends gave her an answer, Fleur started to panic.

"The Beauxbatons champion, Miss Delacour, has unfortunately been forced to retire, so she will take no further part in this task," I heard Professor Dumbledore say over the loud speaker.

Next, about forty-five minutes into the competition, Cedric popped up with Cho Chang on his arm. That was when I knew my feelings were right about what the 'treasure' stolen from each of the champions was.

Cho was for Cedric.

Ron was for Harry.

Hermione was for Krum.

And I pitied whoever Fleur had left to the merepeople.

Next person to appear was Krum and Hermione. Krum seemed to be fist pumping, neglecting to hold Hermione's head above water. I rolled my eyes at him, and helped Hermione onto the deck, getting her a towel to wrap around her.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yes, I'm fine," Hermione shivered. "The treasures are people, Ron-"

"I figured out that much on my own thanks," I interrupted her, rubbing her arms to try to get her warm again.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked.

"He hasn't come up yet," I told her, looking out across the water.

A few minutes later however, two heads popped up out of the water. Ron and a little blond girl I assumed was Fleur's little sister. The three of us helped Ron and the little girl onto the dock and got them towels before I looked back out at the water and then back to Ron.

"Where's Harry?" I asked, feeling a bit panicked.

"I dunno," Ron shivered. "The last thing I remember is going into McGonagall's office,"

"I saw him down there," Cedric said, suddenly appearing next to me. "He was there first but he just stayed there,"

I nodded, but turned away from him as I moved back to the edge of the dock and watched the water eagerly. But then, out of nowhere, Harry came flying out of the water and slammed onto the dock, sputtering and coughing up water.

"Harry!" I exclaimed, leaning over next to him, throwing a long fluffy towel around him. "Thank the gods!" I smiled kissing Harry on the top of the head before rubbing his arms to try to get him warm.

"You were right, Rebecca," Harry suddenly told me through his chattering teeth. "About creatures not attacking you if you don't breath water,"

I gave him a hug, making him groan, but I didn't care. He was alive, which was the important thing, and we all know how horrible mere people, Grindylows and kelpies can be.

"You saved my sister even though she was not yours to save," I heard a voice say with a French accent. I looked up to see Fleur looking down at Harry. "Thank you!" she suddenly exclaimed, jumping forward and kissing Harry on the cheeks enthusiastically. "And you! You 'elped!" I watched as Fleur approached Ron.

"Well, yeah. A bit," Ron muttered before Fleur attack him with kisses to, making me giggle.

"Harry!" I looked up again to see Hermione running toward us.

"Hermione. OW!" Harry exclaimed as Hermione grabbed him roughly in a hug and wrapping her towel around him tightly.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.

"Did not hear him just say ow?" I asked, but Hermione ignored me.

"Personally I think you behaved admirably," Hermione continued.

"I finished last, Hermione," Harry muttered sadly.

"Next to last, silly. There's a reason why Fleur's sister was still down there when you came along," I told him. "She never got past the Grindylows,"

"Attention!" I turned to see Professor Dumbledore making his way through the crowd. I quickly helped Harry up as Dumbledore used a spell that made his voice ten times louder, making my ears ring as he yelled; "Attention!"

I jumped and covered my ears.

"The winner is… Mr. Diggory!" Dumbledore announced making all the older boys and Hufflepuffs cheer widely. "Who showed innate command of the Bubble-Head Charm. However, seeing as Mr. Potter would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr. Weasley but the others as well, we've agreed to award him… second place, for outstanding moral fiber!"

"Second place!" I smiled at him as everyone around him began to cheer… at least, except for the Durmstrang boys.

Harry smiled at me and hugged me willing, before Hermione attacked him with her own hug.

After that, everyone moved to the boats and back up to castel. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I ended up sharing a boat with the Weasley twins, who insisted on teasing Harry about his 'moral fiber'. "Right on," "All that moral fiber, eh?" "That's great," "Moral fiber?" "Yeah, well done, Moral Fiber," the twins laughed.

"Blimey. Even when you go wrong, it turns out right," Ron commented to Harry, nudging him a little.

"Congratulations, Potter," I looked up to Mr. Crouch, bowler hat and all, smiling down at Harry. "A fine achievement,"

I looked between Harry and Mr. Crouch before deciding this would take a minute. "See you at Hagrid's, Harry," I told him before moving off with the rest of the group towards Hagrid's.

"So Sherwood," I looked up to see Draco and his ground walking toward us, a smirk on his face. "Feeling any lower, know that now you're, yet again, not someone's most precious thing?" Draco chuckled.

"What are you getting at?" Hermione bit out.

"You know very well what I'm getting at," Draco smiled before turning back to me. "I thought, after figuring it was people they had stolen, that it would've been the girl they took," Draco shrugged. "Guess not though. Now you know for sure you're not anyone's most precious thing,"

"Excuse me, Draco Malnutrition?" I growled out, trying desperately to keep my hair blonde.

"I mean, only your mum seems to think your special, but apparently your not her most precious thing if she keeps sticking around your dad," Draco commented with a smirk. I looked away as his insult hit it's target. I listened as I heard him and his group laugh, the pain simmering a bit more before the laughing slowly faded away.

"Don't listen to him, Rebecca-" "-He's just a prematurely white haired git, that's all," the twins told me as the nudged in, closer to my sides.

"I know, but insults that are based on truth hurt the most," I muttered before moving on ahead, leaving the others to follow me.

By the time we left Hagrid's, which was much later, they had all dropped the topic, which I was thankful for. I didn't want to talk about it, I didn't want to thank about it. So now we were all walking through the forest with Hagrid, Harry and I a little off from the others.

"Now, I 'member when I first met you all," Hagrid was saying. "Biggest bunch of misfits I ever set eyes on. Suppose you remind me of meself a little. And here we all are, four years later,"

"We're still a bunch a misfits," Ron chuckled.

"Well, maybe, but we've all got each other," Hagrid chuckled. "And Harry, of course. Who is soon to be, the youngest Triwizard champion there's ever been! Horray!"

Then Hermione, Ron and Hagrid all started singing the Hogwarts song at the top of their lungs, a little off key. I sighed and rolled my eyes and walked up to Harry and nudged him a little, getting him to look up at me instead down at the ground.

"Hey, Moral Fiber," I smiled at him, getting him to chuckle.

But the chuckle stopped when his face drew to a confused look, making me turned to see what he was looking at. On the ground was a familiar looking bowler hat, and a few feet on were a pair of legs, sticking out from behind a tree. Harry suddenly gasped then, and grabbed his forehead as we came around the tree to see Mr. Crouch lying dead, on the ground.

"Mr. Crouch?" Harry asked nonetheless, just to check, but I already knew the bloke was dead, by the glazed over eyes.

"He's dead, Harry," I murmured to him.

"Who would kill him?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," I murmured back before calling Hagrid over.

Author's Note: It makes me sad when Draco makes fun or her and makes her feel bad. : (

One of my friends tried to explain to me about how the whole Barty Crouch story worked, and it only managed to confuse me. It's a weird sotry that i will not be ellaborating on.