"Where the bloody hell are they?" Ron said angrily, slamming back into his seat.

"Patience is virtue, my dear brother…" muttered Fred, picking up a pair of binoculars and looking down at the judges. Ron shot him a look of agitation.

"Are they still fighting?" asked Mrs. Weasley, to spare herself from some Fred-Ron bashing.

"Karakoff left," I replied, peering over the many heads. I caught the back of Snape's black hair, recalling the events of the last hour. It was a strange event, to say the least. Both Snape and Karakoff had jumped up at the same time, hissing in pain, and clutching their forearm. Before I had a chance to see what happened, they were yelling at each other. Dumbledore, of course, being the savior he was, broke it up. But Karakoff seemed angry, even horrified, and simply stormed off the field.

"I just saw him disapperating," said Ginny nonchalantly, biting into some food. "He had his bags and everything."

"He's fled?" asked Ron.

She shrugged. "Seems so. For what though, I have no idea."

I stiffened in my seat, sighing. My stomach was giving off painful knots every few seconds; where was Harry? It had been some time before they heard any source of a fight, or cries of spells or…noise, for that matter. Like they had simply vanished from the maze.

"How do you think Krum is?" asked Bill, clearly an attempt to take our mind off the negative.

"Who cares," said Ron, sitting up. Was it is grudge for Krum, or his concern for Harry, that influenced his attitude? Then again, this seemed to be his retort to Fleur's well- being as well, which was surprising, seeing as he fancied the girl.

The latter must be so. We were all worried about Harry. Where was he?

"What if something's gone wrong?" voiced George in a small voice.

My mouth went dry.

"Don't say that," said Ron simply, his knuckles white against his grip on the seat.

Yet something lingered in the air; the truth. Even as much as we wanted to push it away, out of our minds, the truth came back. Harry Potter- the boy who lived- was always in danger.

"But this is different," said Ginny, slightly pale. She seemed to be taking for her reassurance than everyone else's. "It's Dumbledore. He wouldn't let anything happen-"

There was a pop and a thud. As one, the stands gasped, thousands of feet thundering as everyone stood up to see what happened.

"What is it?" I asked Fred, who had stood up quickly on one of the seats. He brought his eyes to the binoculars, and after a second said "…I…I can't be sure…"

"Give me that!" roared Bill, yanking them Fred, who lost his balance and fell off the seat. Feeling worry pulse through my body with every heartbeat, I felt my patience snapping.

"Lets go," said Ron suddenly, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into the isle. It was dark, and through the commotion of the crowd and the lack of light, I stumbled over the steps.

"Ron-," I gasped slightly, as I caught the faces of everyone. They were tear-streaked and pale in the moonlight. Ron stopped to look at me and clearly seemed to get the picture. He yanked me harder and we began down the steps faster.

"-dead…!-"

"-not moving-"

"Unconcious or-?"

"Ron!" I hollered over the sudden cry of people. He didn't slow down, his pace quickening. The crowd had gone in an uproar, and I knew, in that instant, that something was wrong.

Then there was a clearing, in which I caught a glimpse of the commotion. Dumbledore was bending on the floor, crouched over Harry, who was not moving. It seemed Cedric was there as well, and both seemed to be in bad shape.

"Harry-?" I asked, but the crowd was becoming more and more crowded. No matter how hard we fought, Ron and I were pushed back. Ron shoved, kicked, pushed his way through, still holding my wrist tightly, but to no avail.

"Let me through!" he finally roared in anger. He was close to hysteria, and is scared me. I had never seen him like this and it scared me. "We know them! Let us through!"

His attempts were in vain. Confusion cascaded the grounds and my brain. Something was terribly wrong; Harry wasn't moving, people were panicking-

Not wanting to believe the worse, I tried to get Ron's attention, but one of Krum's friends stood in front of us.

"Vich vone iz your vriend?" he asked Ron, who stopped to look at him. "Ve vone that iz dead, or alive?"

The ground seemed to fall out from under me. Ron paled exceptionally, looking as if he wanted to punch him. Yet I could no longer push away the impossibility of reality- someone was dead. Was it Harry? Cedric? Or neither? Maybe both? My brain wouldn't function, not with people knocking into me, sobbing, screaming-

I stumbled a few steps, and found another clearing. Ron shoved us aside, and through my tears of panic, I saw Dumbledore and Harry again. We stopped short at the sight. Dumbledore had lifted Harry, and for a second, I thought the worse – carrying a dead body away, away from the crowd, to rest- but then Dumbledore stood Harry up.

I felt weak-kneed with relief, even as I watched Harry wobbled a bit. It was then that the shouts were finally audible.

"Diggory-dead!"

"Cedric, gone!"

I didn't know what to do. A part of me was still confused. A part of me shaken with relief, and a part of me flooded with intense guilt-

I felt light-headed, and it wasn't until I had fallen into Ron's arm did I realized I had been falling.