Hello again! Long time no see! (I had extra time, so I thought, "What the heck?")

I hope you enjoy this chapter =)

TheBlessedChildSuki- Yeah, that's one of my favorite Neville lines! And that's AWESOME that you were Hermione =D

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The next few months passed incredibly slowly. Sure, everyone was still excited about the final task, but they were also worried. The day after the second task, we learned that Mr. Crouch had been found dead. Nobody knew why, but it definitely wasn't an accident.

I didn't focus too much on the upcoming task. Although, I was feeling less worried about Harry. His victories against the dragon and in the lake made me more confident that he would pull through.

There was one small problem, though. I was running quite low on the Tonic of Tire that Moody had given me, but I was hesitant to ask him for more. It's not that I was afraid of him, mind you. The fact that he knew of Arabella's situation and kept quiet about it didn't sit very well with me. Still, I didn't want my dreams to come back, so after Defense Against the Dark Arts, I told my friends to go without me. Moody eyed me from his desk.

"Can I help you, Miss Ravensdale?" I nodded and approached his desk slowly. Should I ask him for the tonic first? Or should I...?

"Yes, sir. I, um..." I was getting a bit tongue-tied. "I've wanted to talk to you about something that I found out a while ago." He eyed me curiously.

"And what is that?"

"Well, I...I already knew that my sister was targeted by...You-Know-Who, but I didn't know that she knew about it." I paused.

"Go on," he said.

"And...she left something to me. It said that my parents didn't know she was a target, but that a few other people did know." Moody's expression didn't change. "One of the people who knew was...you, professor." He sat back in his seat. "At least, that's what it said." I looked down.

"I see." He slowly got up from his chair. Taking his staff, he limped over to one of the windows. "I suppose you're wondering why I didn't say anything."

"Yes, sir." He paused, and then glanced over at me.

"Well, she said that she didn't want anybody getting involved with it." I was confused.

"What do you mean?"

"She claimed that he wouldn't find her, and that she could take care of herself." But...that sounds so unlike her! Moody limped back over to the desk. "I know I should've said something. But she seemed so confident. And I believed that she'd have the power to fight him off." I looked at him. Judging by the look on his face, I could see how sincere he was. I nodded and looked down.

"I didn't mean to be harsh." He shook his head.

"I'd think you were heartless if you weren't harsh. It's your sister, after all." I nodded. I was about to speak again, but he seemed to read my mind. "By the way, is that stuff I gave you still working?" I nodded.

"Yes, thank you. But it's actually running a bit low." He nodded knowingly.

"Yeah, I was afraid of that. If I had more, I'd give it to you. But that's how rare it is." My heart dropping slightly, I nodded. "But even after it runs out, the effect should last for about a week before your dreams come back." I guess that makes it a bit better.

"Okay."

After leaving, I felt very strange. I didn't think he was lying, but I just didn't understand his explanation. Why would Arabella want to fight Voldemort? Surely she knew how futile that was! Didn't she?

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The night before the third task, I drank my glass of water. Looking into the tiny vial, I saw that there was only one drop left.

"You're running low?" I turned to see Harry standing next to the sofa I was on.

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "Moody said that the effect will last for a week after it runs out, though." He nodded.

"That's good." He sat down next to me and rested his head in his hands.

"Nervous?"

"Yeah." I looked at the vial, and then back at him.

"Want this?" He looked at the potion and shook his head.

"Oh, no, you keep it. I'll be fine." I nodded.

"Okay." There was a small pause. "You'll do great tomorrow, Harry." He looked at me. "And just think: after you complete the task, it's over." A small smile appeared on his face.

"Thanks, Lacey."

"No problem."

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After dinner the next day, we all went outside to another arena. It looked quite bare. There weren't sharp boulders, nor was there an enormous lake. There were four entryways to what looked like a giant maze of bushes.

We all took our seats in the stands. Neville sat beside me, along with Parvati. Ron and Hermione were close by, too. There were several parents there, including Mr. Weasley; my parents wanted to come, but our neighbor had coerced them into attending the church potluck. The students were very riled up, covered in face paint that represented their champion. The Beauxbaton girls were doing a cheer, and there were banners all over the place.

Then, the school band assembled in the stands. Professor Flitwick walked out onto the grass and stood in front of them. Raising his wand, he started. The band began playing a happy festive tune as Mr. Diggory ran into the arena to introduce Cedric. He was followed by Fleur and Madam Maxime. Then came Karkaroff and Krum. Finally, Dumbledore led Harry into the arena. We stood up and cheered.

"Sonorus!" Dumbledore was standing on the podium in the middle of the arena. His wand was pointed at his neck, not to my surprise. "Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup deep within the maze. Only he knows its exact position. Now, as Mr. Diggory and Mr. Potter-" He paused for the applause. "-are tied for first position, they will be the first to enter the maze, followed by Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour." More applause. "The first person to touch the cup will be the winner!"

We all screamed and cheered. My throat was starting to get sore.

"I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter. Should, at any point, a contestant wish to withdraw from the task, he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands." He turned to the four students. "Contestants! Gather round. Quickly!"

He brought them close and started speaking to them. Nobody could hear what he said, but I could tell by their faces that it wasn't a knock-knock joke. They started walking towards their respective entrances.

"Champions, prepare yourselves!" We stood to cheer again.

"Yeah, Harry!" I screamed, along with many others. Mr. Diggory hugged his son, and the headmasters started muttering last-minute tips to their champions. Dumbledore stepped forward again.

"On the count of three. One-" The cannon went off. Filch shrugged at the headmaster, who waved it away like it was nothing. I rolled my eyes before going back to cheering. The band played the fanfare again. Cedric and Harry slowly went through their entrances. My eyes went wide when the bushes magically came together to close the pathway. Five minutes went by.

"Now, Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour will enter the maze!" Their classmates started cheering wildly for them as they entered. After their respective paths closed up, we sat down. It became dead quiet. All there was left to do was wait.

The minutes ticked by at an agonizingly slow pace. I fiddled with my hands, staring down at them. What's in that maze, anyway? Suddenly, red sparks exploded in the sky. Everyone started chattering excitedly. A few moments later, one of the staff members came out of the maze with a grip on Fleur's arm. She was covered in dirt and she had a few scratches, but she was alive. A few of the Beauxbaton girls ran over to her and led her to the stands.

"Miss Delacour had forfeited!" Dumbledore announced. "We're now waiting on Mr. Diggory, Mr. Krum, and Mr. Potter!" There was another burst of cheer before the stands grew quiet again. My heart started to race.

"What'd you think is in there?" Parvati asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know, but it's probably something bad."

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About thirty minutes dragged by. I was starting to wonder if the task would ever end. Then, Krum appeared, but he didn't have the cup. In fact, he seemed confused, as if he'd just waken up. Karkaroff walked over to him, and they muttered for a moment. The angry headmaster then walked over to Dumbledore.

"This is an outrage! Krum was bewitched!" I gasped.

"Who would do that?" I asked myself. Dumbledore turned to us.

"Keep calm, everyone." Krum walked back over to his schoolmates as we settled down. However, the chattering didn't stop. People started accusing either Harry or Cedric of cursing Krum. Mostly Harry. Annoyed, I looked down.

Then, something strange happened. An incredibly strong chill ran down my spine. Dread came over me like a dark blanket. I rubbed my arms, trying to shake it off.

"Lacey?" I turned to Neville. "You okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I just...I have a bad feeling." He looked like he wanted to reassure me, but shared my concerns. About ten more minutes went by, and the feeling didn't leave. If anything, it got stronger.

All of a sudden, there was a quick flash of light. Harry and a limp-looking Cedric landed on the grass. Harry was grasping the Triwizard Cup.

The arena erupted in screams of victory as the band started playing again. I cheered and started jumping up and down. People started climbing into the arena to congratulate Harry. I went to join them, but I heard a feminine scream. It was Fleur.

She was staring at Cedric and Harry. I followed her gaze and saw that Harry was on top of Cedric's form, and that he was sobbing. Instantly, my heart started pounding when I realized what had happened.

Oh, my God. He's dead.

Dumbledore had gone over to Harry, along with the Minister and a few others.

"For God's sake, Dumbledore, what's happened?" Fudge asked. Harry looked up at Dumbledore, his face wet with tears and sweat.

"He's back! He's back! Voldemort's back!"

Time stopped.

"Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him! Not there!"

It felt like my blood was crystallizing in my veins. No...It's not true...he...he can't be...

"Let me through. Let me through!" Mr. Diggory pushed his way through the crowd and ran at where his son's body was laying. "Let me through. That's my son!" My heart ached for the poor man as he knelt down and threw himself over Cedric's corpse. "That's my boy! My boy!"

He started sobbing as Moody bent down and pulled Harry up. He started leading Harry out of the arena, muttering to him. I looked back at Mr. Diggory, who was crying and moaning uncontrollably. The shock, the hurt, and the heartbreak caused the tears in my eyes to start falling.

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Here's a fact about the author ~ I saw Goblet of Fire when it first came out, but I hadn't read the book. I didn't know who the heck Cedric Diggory was, but when he died, I still cried like a little girl. That's how freaking sad it was.

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