Music trumpeted jovially, a large crowd cheered from the stands around Dumbledore and the four champions. I stood near the bottom of the stands beside Hermione, cheering eagerly for Harry when his name was called. Harry and Cedric were tied for first, and were the first to enter. The cannon fired, signaling the start of the third task. Mr. Filch seemed to have set it off prematurely, but the crowd was so revved up that Dumbledore sent them towards the maze anyway. I hoped that he had told them everything they needed.

"Don't worry, Jenny," Hermione smiled at me. Did I look that worried?

"Yeah, Jenny, this is Harry we're talking about! There's no way he'd lose!" Ron seemed so sure.

"Yeah, you're right," I tried to smile as Harry disappeared into the brush, "he'll win"

Those agonizingly long minutes stretched for what seemed like hours. I became more and more antsy, convinced that every moment passed was another closer to something very bad. After a while, Hermione stopped cheering and lazily propped her head up with her palm. Ron was chatting incessantly with those around him, boasting about Harry's sure win. I didn't mind if Harry won or not, but from what I had read in the library, I was not so sure everyone would come out safe.

When Harry popped into the center of the field, my eyes lit up and filled with life. He was alive and breathing, which was a victory in itself. Surprisingly, Hermione gasped in horror. I stopped, my ears perked, as I tried to find out why.

"Diggory's dead!" a student shouted. His outburst was soon followed by silence. I couldn't bring myself to tear myself from Cedric. His eyes were open and glazed over, his clothes scorched and patched with mud, his hair tangled in twigs and leaves, and worst of all- he wasn't moving.

Cedric. I had known him. He and his father were so kind to us at the World Cup. I remembered walking with him up to the portkey, gossiping about him with Hermione and Ginny, watching him be chosen for the tournament, and seeing him make fun of Harry, only to become friends shortly after.

"Harry! Harry!" Dumbledore peeled him from Cedric's- corpse. "What happened?"

"He's back! Voldemort's back! Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him, not there," Harry sobbed. My hands flew to my face as I heard Voldemort's name. At once, I pieced it together that Voldemort had killed Cedric. Perhaps, if Harry's dream was accurate, his target was Harry. I dreaded the thought that Harry was foretold to die tonight. Had Cedric died in his place?

"Stay here," Dumbledore ordered seriously, leaving a distraught Harry to talk to Cedric's father. Professor Moody grabbed Harry and dragged him towards the castle as soon as Professor Dumbledore was preoccupied. Was I the only one to notice Harry was being stolen away?

I made my way through the crowd and tried to get Dumbledore's attention.

"Miss Bennett, find your seat," Professor Snape ordered. I ignored him.

"Professor! Professor Dumbledore!" I had a feeling this was more important that his conversation with the Minister.

"Miss Bennett?" He seemed surprised I had appeared.

"It's Harry, Professor Moody has dragged him into the castle-" I needn't say more, for once Dumbledore's gaze met Professor Snape's they darted towards the school with Professor McGonnogal hot on their tail.

After the Minister organized his actions, the Prefects led students back to their dorms. Hermione, Ron, and I found Mrs. Weasley, who had attended in place of Harry's guardian. We were told to go to the Hospital Wing by Professor McGonnogal, but I intentionally slipped away from my friends.

Perhaps if I had spoken to Dumbledore and the Minister that night, I could have convinced them to put an end to the tournament. Harry's dream had foretold this tragedy, and if we had only used the knowledge better, Cedric wouldn't be dead.

Then I thought of my dream.

Did it have anything to do with this? It was all very confusing, not at all clear in meaning, but I felt as if it was a sort of vision. I had a feeling that there was worse to come.

"Jenny?" a surprised voice called my name. I broke out of my reverie and turned towards the source. Harry was walking down the hall with the company of a scruffy black dog I had come to know and love.

"Harry!" I ran to him and hugged him in grief, "are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Jenny. Fawkes cried on my wounds, see?" he held out his arm, so I could see the remains of a large gash down his forearm. Fawkes was a phoenix; I had seen her in Dumbledore's office. Ginny told me that in second year, the magnificent creature had laved Harry's life by crying over his wound with its healing tears. I smiled weakly, trying not to cry. I tore my eyes from his face and crouched down to say hello to Sirius.

"And how are you doing, Padfoot?" I scratched behind his ears. He barked in reply, and I stood up.

"Still, you should go to the Hospital Wing. Everyone's waiting for you."

We walked in silence.

It was the longest walk I had ever made.

I could tell Harry was glancing at me rather frequently, but he made no move to speak and I had no idea what to say. Was he avoiding contact because of Rita Skeeter? I subconsciously glanced behind us to check for hidden cameras. I found my actions foolish, and returned to walking normally.

"Were you his target?" I asked, wanting desperately to confirm my suspicions.

"Yes," he said before going completely silent and bringing forth the awkward pause again.

"I'm glad you're alright," I whispered through the silence, wondering if I had even said it aloud.

Moments later we arrived at the Hospital Wing and were greeted by Hermione, Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, McGonnogal, Dumbledore, and Snape (sorta). Madame Pomfrey squeezed to the front of the crowd, determined to get Harry to drink a potion and go straight to bed. I backed away from the crowd and sat on an empty bed, watching from there. Sirius saw me and shuffled over to me, sitting by me and placing his head on my lap, where I pet it absent-mindedly.

Madame Pomfrey ushered us all out and shut the door behind us. Everyone went to the dorms, and I followed like a zombie. I felt the absence of Sirius by my side, and saw his scuttling the opposite direction- perhaps to Dumbledore's office. I was too deep in thought to answer any questions. Until the moment my head hit the pillow, I was hindered by my emotions, and then- nothing.