I took in a deep breath, instantly noticing the cold water surrounding me. I glanced around and saw all the stands, at first I didn't remember why but it returned quickly. I looked to Viktor who appeared beside me and watched his head return to normal before we both swam over to tower in the water.
We were helped out of the water and given towels and blankets to dry us off and warn us up. I really wish I had gotten dressed before leaving the common room. I wasn't wearing my bra, but I was wearing a white camisole and black yoga pants. Not so great for the freezing, and I really don't have to go into the rest of the details.
Viktor wrapped himself around me to help me warm up while we watched Ron and Fleurs sister swim to another tower. Harry suddenly shot out of the water and onto the tower, coughing up water while towels were rushed to him.
I turned and sighed into Viktor's chest, snuggling into the warmth.
---blihblah---
The third task was rapidly approaching and I could feel all the tension in the air, and a feeling that didn't sit quite to well with me.
Something bad was going to happen soon. I went to Trelawney for a prediction.
"Professor?" I asked nervously, entering the smoky classroom.
"Ah, yes dear, I was wondering when you were going to come. Sit, sit", Trelawney answered, forcing me into a chair in front of a small table covered in drapes with a crystal ball o the top. "Look into the ball dear, look deep. Ah, that's it."
I glanced at her quickly before returning to look into the ball. The smoke began to turn bloody red and I saw myself leaning against a tombstone, watching a black figure move around spastically and tear something away from other black figures. What happened next jolted me from the vision, the spastic figure turned on me and strode forward, lightly using his hand to pull me up and hold me in the air above his head, he turned my head this way and that before letting me drop.
"What did you see?" Trelawney asked, her coke-bottle glasses brushing against my cheek as she peered into the ball as well.
"Me getting married to a rock", I lied quickly before thanking her and rushing out.
I briskly approached the gargoyle that hid the entrance to Dumbledore's office. I stared at it unsurely.
"I really need to speak to Professor Dumbledore. It's about the future. I don't know the password but it's urgent, please let me in", I begged, the statue made no move to allow me inside. I began to panic. What if this happened tonight and I was kidnapped from my bed while I slept? What if it happens tomorrow, during breakfast?
"What are you doing here Miss Poison?" McGonagall asked from behind me.
I whirled around, hope filling me again.
"Professor! I really need to speak to Dumbledore! I saw something disturbing in a crystal ball!" I rushed, pleading with her instead of the gargoyle.
She continued to scrutinize me before turning to the statue.
"Rocky-Road", she announced and the gargoyle leapt out of the way.
I quickly followed McGonagall to Dumbledore's office.
"Wait here", she demanded, stalking off to a second part of the office.
I ran my hands lightly over items as I passed them, stopping at a perch that had ashes underneath it in a bowl. I jumped slightly when the ashes began to move, but quickly brushed them away carefully. A little bald head with a few patches of fire like feathers appeared. I cooed and scooped up the small bird, carefully brushing the ashes off.
"Curious things phoenixes are", Dumbledores withered voice informed.
I turned to the stair that McGonagall had disappeared up and found Dumbledore walked down them slowly.
"When they die, they burst into flame, and are reborn from the ashes. This is Fawkes, he has been my friend for ages", He gently took the small phoenix from my hand and placed it on the golden perch. "Now, what is it you wish to tell me?"
"Um, I had a bad feeling so I went to Professor Trelawney and she let me look into a crystal ball. I saw a cemetery and a man in black robes. He was happy, and furious at the same time. And when he turned to me, this inexplicable fear just gripped my heart, refusing to let go. He used his hand to lift me high above his head to examine me before letting me drop", I finished the story and looked into the old-mans kind professors eyes.
His face wasn't filled with comfort, only worry. He gripped my shoulders and looked into my eyes, searching from something.
"Do you remember what the man looked like?" He asked, shaking my shoulders.
"No, I couldn't see it, it was very blurry", I replied, trying to escape his arms.
He released me and grabbed onto his desk.
"Go."
And that was all I needed, I ran from the office and back to the dorms. I sat in my chair and stared into the fire, wondering what was happening at this school. Maybe the others were right, there wasn't anything here for us… NO! There are people who stand behind me here! I don't need the others! They can have their stupid stale popcorn and horrible sleeping conditions!
I have friends who will stand up for me! Unlike them!
Oh, who am I kidding, there is no way I can live my life with out them.
I sighed and turned my head to the chair where Draco usually sat. He wasn't there, meaning he was with Pansy. He had finally taken my advice to date the pathetic thing. Now I wish he hadn't. I didn't have anyone to talk to, Viktor was to busy training for whatever the next task may be.
I sighed again and forced myself out of the chair to go to dinner. I sat down and piled some food onto my plate, not really paying attention to what it was.
"I thought you didn't like vegetables?" Draco mocked, sitting next to me, Pansy glared over him and at me as she sat as well.
"Huh?" I looked down at my plate and saw all greens. "Thanks, I could have died."
I pushed all the food onto his plate before getting me some meat.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, stopping me from getting another slice of pork.
"Just a bad feeling", I replied, shrugging it off.
Dinner was awkwardly quiet, like that time on the way to the Hospital Wing. And the days that followed were filled with just as many silences of that nature.
---blihblah---
The night of the third task was finally upon us, and it felt horribly wrong. I could feel Octavious' mind brushing against mine, and I felt like I could throw-up at any second. I waited for the Champions to enter the Maze before standing up to go to the hospital wing.
I was just outside the Quidditch field when Professor Moody threw something at me. I caught it out of instinct and examined the rock he had thrown at me. I felt a not-so-familiar pull at my belly button before being thrown onto dark green grass.
I sat up and looked around. It was the cemetery. I stood and looked around, noticing the giant steaming cauldron quickly. Threw was Peter Pettigrew, dancing around the pot, adding in ingredients that I was sure are illegal.
"YOU!" I let slip on accident.
He turned around and gave me a toothy grin.
"How have you been?" He returned to his potion.
"Better, you?" I snapped, rushing forward and stopping him from putting the next ingredient in. "What's this potion for?"
"Oh, you shall see", he sneered, pulling his wrist from my grasp.
My anger grew and I felt around for any poisons. There was some, but not enough to do any damage. DAMN IT! I don't have my first form of defense now. I had to do some foolish wand waving if I was to protect myself.
"Take a seat Poison; we still have a while before Harry reaches the cup. And when he does, oh My Lord will be so pleased!" He began to move faster, jumpy with excitement.
I watched him carefully before sitting down and leaning against a tombstone that was off to the side of a large statue depicting 'Death'. And I sat, and waited for what seemed like forever before it happened.
Harry and Cedric both appeared, holding onto the Triwizard Trophy. They both stood up quickly and glanced around, not noticing me. They conversed, guessing that they should take out their wands when a figure that looked an awful lot like Pettigrew approached from another part of the cemetery. He was holding something in his arms that looked like a bundle of robes, I stood up and Harry and Cedric glanced over to me before looking back to the figure.
Harry let out a grunt of pain before falling to his knees and gripping at his forehead where his scar was located.
"Kill the spare", a cold voice demanded, it's source from the robes.
There was a swish and Pettigrew screeched the spell that Moody had shown us last during that weird class about unforgivable curses.
"Avada Kedarva!"
And Cedric fell to the ground when the green blast hit him. I let out a scream before racing over to him and Harry, shaking his unmoving form. I looked up to scream at Pettigrew but was paused when a spell hit me that knocked me back to the tombstone on the other side of the circular clearing. He then used his wand to move Harry to the 'Death' statue and tie him there. I tried to move but my body was limp like a rag-doll, even my mouth didn't work.
Pettigrew ignored Harry when he breathed out 'you' after being slapped. He then struggled to pull the stone cauldron over to underneath the statue Harry was bound to, telling the bundle that it was ready after setting a fire underneath the pot with his wand. He opened the robes and lifted something that I probably would have bought at a store if it was any other time.
He had pulled up something that had a crouched child appearance, but it was thin, hair-less and scaly looking. Its skin was reddish black and had flat, snake-like features for his face. Red eyes gleamed as it wrapped it feeble arms around Pettigrew's neck.
Pettigrew let the creature slip into the sparking cauldron.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!" Pettigrew lead something into the cauldron, I couldn't see it from my distance, with his wand, causing the potion to spark even more. He then pulled something silver from his robes. "Flesh- of the servant- w-willingly given- you will- revive- your master", he forced through his whimpers as he chopped off his right arm with a scream. He approached Harry who had closed his eyes. "B-blood of the enemy… forcibly taken… you will… resurrect your foe." Pettigrew dug the dagger into the crook of Harry's right arm and dragged it all the way down to the wrist, collecting the blood and adding it to the potion.
Pettigrew fell to the ground and cradled his missing arm while the cauldron sent diamond like sparks in every direction. The sparks stopped suddenly and white steam surged from the cauldron.
I squinted my eyes to try and see through the mist and spotted a tall, gangly figure appear.
"Robe me", the cold voice from before demanded.
Pettigrew whimpered as he grabbed the forgotten bundle and put it onto the man that stepped out of the cauldron. The pale man stood in front of Harry and relished in the look of fear that crossed over Harry's face.
Whoever this man was, he was dangerous.