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Okay, I'll stop.

You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

but I never thought I'd live to see it break

It's getting dark and it's all too quiet

And I can't trust anything now

And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake

Taylor Swift

"Harry! Over here!"

Harry's gaze snapped around to where Cedric crouched by the Triwizard Cup, gesturing to him frantically. Cedric frowned as Harry ran toward him. "Where's Ravenna?"

"Back in the clearing. I don't know what's happened, but…"

Cedric stood. "We should at least bring her back with us," he said.

"Um… I don't know if that's a very good idea…" Harry trailed off as Cedric marched determinedly back, ever the loyal Hufflepuff. Harry chased after him.

The scene they came to wasn't pretty. The woman in the white dress, who had been formed from the mist, stood rigid, palm outstretched towards Ravenna, holding her against a tall headstone. Voldemort stood in the center of the clearing, wand pointed at the woman in white. The Drake's full attention was now completely focused on another stranger, a man in a white shirt with billowing sleeves—cuffed at the wrists—dark trousers and knee-high boots. He had curly black hair, a fair, young face and brilliantly bright blue eyes.

The man shook his head slightly, as if to shake hair out of his eyes. He looked around, confused. When his eyes alighted on the lady, his eyes widened. "Morgana…?" he asked tentatively. The woman, Morgana, didn't respond. He frowned, and then noticed Voldemort standing there, completely focused on the woman from the mist. His eyes narrowed in anger. "Who are you?" he asked harshly.

Voldemort suddenly seemed to notice him for the first time, jerking his head around to glare at the stranger. As he did so, Morgana fell, one hand holding herself up while the other clutched at her head. Ravenna, no longer held up by the other woman's magic, slid down the face of the headstone a few feet. Her gaze was still locked on the young man.

Harry grabbed Cedric's arm to keep him from bursting into the clearing and getting himself killed. The Hufflepuff frowned at him, and Harry fiercely mouthed, "Wait for the right time!" Reluctantly, the older nodded.

Turning his attention back to the clearing, Harry saw Voldemort straighten, and his scar burned as Harry practically saw visible anger roll off the dark lord in waves. "I," he said, "am Lord Voldemort, and you will not cross me again if you wish to live!"

The man snorted. "Is that so?" he said. "I could stop you with one hand."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and his mouth stretched into a vicious grin as he hissed. "That sounded like a challenge, boy. What is your name, so that I know what I will say when I kill you?"

Suddenly, a long, dark shape barreled into the Dark Lord. Flipping over, the black Drake barely paused to land as she tossed Voldemort into his father's gravestone with her head. The man backed up a step, shock written on his face in big, bold letters. Morgana looked surprised, but not ultimately frightened.

Ravenna crouched slightly, growling. Noticing Harry and Cedric, she jerked her nose back in the direction of the Cup, and her voice penetrated his mind.

We can take care of ourselves. Now go, before I make you!

Harry grimaced, then nodded and pulled Cedric along behind him back to the Cup.

Ravenna watched the boys until they disappeared into the fog, before turning back to the scene before her. Regdna had somehow vanished, as had Wormtail. Morgana had gotten to her feet and looked like she was trying to come up with some sort of apology. And Mordred… stared. At her. With shock, surprise, and a touch of wonder. Ravenna ducked her head in his direction, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a heavy and familiar weight slammed into her from behind. The black Mordgal chains pinned her to the ground, and she could feel her magic being soaked into the dark metal. Lengths of heavy chain rammed into Mordred and Morgana and wound around their chests, rendering all of them as helpless as lame deer. Voldemort picked himself up, rolling his shoulders and head. "So," he said, bending down to get right up in Mordred's face. "Would you care to tell me your name? Or shall I get it out of your… friends, here?"

Curling his upper lip in disgust, Mordred glared up at the dark lord. "My name is not of much importance, is it? Especially when I can do this!"

His eyes flashed gold, and everything around him exploded away from him—the Mordgal chains, Voldemort, even some of the dirt and grass. The chains were lifted off of Ravenna and Morgana as well.

Mordred stood tall, eyes back to their normal blue. "For your information, snake, my name is Mordred, son of Caein, friend of a Drake and a girl who would turn into a beast at night. I am a Druid, a practitioner of the Old Religion, and a Knight of Camelot. You are the one who made the mistake to cross me.

"I was also the slayer of my own king, a commander within an army of Saxons, and a traitor to my kingdom. It is these things that I am not proud of, no matter what bounty they brought after. It is people like you who would seek to do all that they could to do what I did if they no longer appreciated the ruler of their lands. It is people like you that I despise."

Voldemort glared from his position in front of his father's headstone. "So. Mordred, slayer of King Arthur? Well well," he said, a glint of malice within his red snake's eyes. "Friend of a Drake? Well. I don't suppose this Drake's name was Ravenna, was it?"

Ravenna, who had morphed back into human form when Mordred started talking, snapped her head up, barely containing her hope. Did he truly remember her? Mordred looked slightly disgruntled before saying, "What difference does her name make?"

"The difference is that she will die if you take one wrong move against us!" Regdna's voice called out. Fast as lightning, another length of chain, this one of refined Mordgal, was thrown over her head and secured around her shoulders. A black knife was held to her throat.

Refined Mordgal was much more powerful than normal Mordgal. It sapped away Ravenna's magic and strength so quickly, she couldn't stop herself from giving a slight cry of pain as she slumped against the black metal. Mordred's eyes widened, and then narrowed to angry slits. Morgana, standing to one side, flicked her gaze between Ravenna, Mordred and Voldemort.

All at once, a new, yet familiar voice broke into the conversation: "Let my friend go, or I will make you wish you were dead."

Good grief! I don't like this chapter.

I can remember Will saying that all the time and Alyss telling him to stop saying it or she'd break his calf :) I miss Alyss (The Ranger's Apprentice) WHY FLANAGAN?! WHYYYY?! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO GO?! D...X

Ahem. Mhhm.

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