Rising Again

Chapter eleven

One more chapter after this one then it is on to year five.

The glow from the fire in the fireplace illuminated the common room. Not a word was spoken since Harry found Crouch dead. Hagrid ordered Hermione, Ron, and I to the common room straight away. Harry, however, went to Dumbledore's office.

"Do you think the Ministry is going to cover this up?" I asked from the leather chair I was sitting in.

"Probably not." Ron answered.

"Why do you say that?" Hermione looked at him.

"They're gonna cover it up," He said." Just you watch. Nobody liked Crouch. I know this from my father. Loads of people wanted him dead, but he was a ministry official. It's not like he was found in Knockturn Alley, he was murdered at Hogwarts. It's a big deal."

"It can't be a coincidence, can it?" Hermione asked.

"Well, think about it, 'Mione," I told her." All of Harry's dreams, his scar hurting, the Dark Mark, his name coming out from the Goblet of Fire. It's not about winning the tournament anymore."

More silence, and the third task was only a few days away.

What were we going to do?

"Hey, guys." Harry said sitting between Ron and Hermione.

"How did it go with, Dumbledore?" Hermione asked.

He shrugged.

"Come on, Harry, it can't be that bad." I said gazing into the dancing fire.

He then went into detail about everything that happened. Dumbledore and Moody talking to Fudge about Crouch's murder, the memory he saw, and an encounter with Snape and Karkoroff.

"You always end up in deep shit, don't you?" I laughed a bit.

"Haylee, this is serious." Hermione said.

"I know, but it's a fact. Harry gets into the most trouble. All the time."

"She's right, Hermione. I do." Harry sighed.

"Don't worry about a thing, Harry. The third task will be over before you now it." Ron insisted.

"I hope so." Harry replied averting his gaze to the window.

OK, last task. What could go wrong? Never say what could go wrong. Too late.

"Haylee?" Hermione snapped her fingers in front of my face.

"Huh?" I snapped out of my argument with my mind." What?"

"The champions came out."

Turning my head I watched as Dumbledore spoke to them. The maze was huge. Who knows what could be lurking in there at this very moment.

"On the count of three, one….BOOM!" The cannon went off.

"Filtch needs to learn how to count." I muttered looking at the champions enter the maze.

"This could take a while." Hermione said sliding to the back of her seat.

"Bet if we took a nap, they still wouldn't be here when we woke up." I copied her action.

"Good idea," Ron yawned tilting his head to the side, closing his eyes." Wake me up when Harry comes back with the cup."

"Will do." We said.

Ten minutes went by and nothing happened. Followed by twenty and thirty.

"I am so board," I groaned." Where's all the action?"

"I don't think we are going to see any."

"Crabbe looks ridiculous." I said changing the subject.

"Doesn't he always?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, but ne looks more ridiculous today. Look" I pointed my finger up at the Slytherins.

"Woah."

"I told you," I laughed." Who would paint Krum on their foreheads with paint?"

"Crabbe would."

"Slytherins are so stupid." I said.

"They are aren't they," Hermione replied." Speaking of Slytherins, how's lover boy?"

"Good," I blushed slightly." Why do you ask?"

"I didn't see you at all on Sunday, and I just figured you were with him." She answered.

"Oh, we just hung out and talked and stuff."

"And stuff?" She raised an eye brow.

"Oh, shut up," I punched her shoulder." Not that way, you perv. Beside we learned a lot about each other."

"That sounds so wrong." Hermione laughed.

"Meaning we actually have a lot in common."

"Right," She laughed." Look, red sparks. Something must have happened."

"Hopefully it's not Harry."

"Hopefully."

The air became unusually cool. Something wasn't right. Sitting up straight in my seat, I looked around for anything out of the ordinary.

"Haylee, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Something isn't right," I answered." Does the air feel really cold compared to a minute ago?"

"No, why does it-Haylee!" Hermione shouted.

I collapsed to the ground. My scar was burning, like someone spilt acid on it.

"Haylee, what's wrong?" Dumbledore's voice said from above me.

"Something's wrong in their," I motioned to the maze." My scar hasn't hurt this bad for a long time."

"Do you think-."

I screamed. Very loudly.

What was happening in there?

A strong power surged through my entire body, and my eyes flashed a brilliant, scarlet color.

"Haylee?" Dumbledore asked.

"He's back," I chuckled." Lord Voldemort has returned."

And then just as quickly as the power came, it vanished. There was a flash of white light and Harry was back. The people in the stands cheered. I on the other hand scooted back. Something still wasn't right, and Harry was crying.

Fleur shrieked and fell against Madam Maxine. Cedric was lying in the grass, motionless. I too began to cry. No one was supposed to die. Not like this.

Cedric's father ran up to the body and screamed in agony.

"That's my son! My boy!"

Everyone was silent, and it seemed that no one had seen Moody take Harry away.

Not going to get away that easily.

"Dumbledore!" I ran up to him." Moody took Harry away."

"He did, didn't he?" He looked across the field.

"I think he's going to try and kill him." I declared.

"Kill him?" McGonagall asked." Why on Earth would Professor Moody want to kill him?"

"Because it isn't Moody." I answered.

"How do you know that, Haylee?" She asked.

"Ever since he first arrived I had this weird feeling about him," I said." This just helped me with my suspicion."
"What seems to be the problem here?" Snape entered the conversation.

"Miss Potter believes that Moody is not who claims to be, and snuck off with Harry to kill him." Dumbledore said.

"Why would you say that, Miss Potter?" Snape asked me.

"You said that you thought Harry was brewing up Polyjuice Potion right?" I asked." It wasn't him. It was Moody, or the person trying to be Moody."

"I don't know how you know that, but it does make sense." Snape said.

"Just go," I exclaimed." We could all ready be too late."

Without a second thought, the three professors left.

Slowly but surly, I made it back to the common room without any problems. This year officially sucked. Big time.

"Haylee, are you all right?" Hermione sat beside me on my bed.

I shook my head.

"Can I do anything?" She asked.

I shook my head again.

"I know it's none of my business, but what happened down there? "

"I have no idea," I whispered." It's like one minute I was fine, and then the next I felt evil. I've never been so freaked out in my life."

"It's ok, Haylee, its over. It's all over."

"That's where you're wrong, Hermione. It's not over. It's just getting started."

How right I was.

Hopefully I can finish the fourth today. That would be awesome.

On and here's a question,

Ferrari, Lambo, or both?