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Lucy blinked the sleep from her eyes slowly as a mind numbing headache filled her skull. She glared hatefully at the bright morning sun and buried her face in the pillow beside her head. Slowly the pain was bearable enough to remove her face and glace at the clock. 8:02 she sigh, she only had two hours to get ready for the third task today. She tested her legs by sliding one off the side of the bed, slowly came the second and soon she was kneeling on the floor with only her face buried in the mattress. She supported herself on the bedside table and managed to stand up with a good steady bearing.
She stumbled into the bathroom and leaned on the countertops, she glanced up at the mirror and flinched, her eyes where rimmed with black eyeliner and slightly purple rings, "Holy cricket." She muttered and turned the hot water on, she sighed and realized she might as well just get a shower, and moved to the tub and turned on the tap.
Lucy's stomach grumbled like a roll of thunder, she rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen to grab a piece of bread until she could actually get some food. She eyed the door and cautiously opened it to retrieve the mail, which was usually left on the front step, due to the owls getting impatient and flying off. Taped to the door was a large manila envelope she looked all around the empty street but saw no one around, so it must have been there for a while. She grabbed it off the door and set it on the table. The sound of running water reminded her of her shower and she rushed to the bathroom, returning fifteen minutes later wrapping in inly a towel.
She glanced at the parcel then snatched a knife from the sink, just to be safe and she opened the mail. Inside was a finger sized vial of a silvery purple liquid and a note.
Lucy
We heard about what happened, Hermione has been worried sick
Thought this might help with the pain.
Harry, Hermione and Ron.
P.s: Shake well before useing
Lucy realized this must be a pain relief potion and sent up a prayer to the man upstairs. She gave the vial a good hard shake and uncorked it. The seal popped like a bottle of champagne and wisps of smoke floated of the rim. She eyed it unsurely, but she trusted Hermione, so she downed it in one gulp.
She gaged on the horribly sweet taste as it slid down her throat like a thick cream. She coughed and downed a glass of water to wash the taste from her mouth. She would have to remember to thank the three. She rushed into her room and dressed for the day in a flowy red blouse and gray slacks, she pulled half of her hair away from her face in a black clasp. When she was finally ready she slung her black purse of her shoulder and left for the third task, after assuring herself that no low life without the cojones to face her head on, was going to scare her away.
She met up with Rosemerta along the way and they hastened to the final task, which would actually take place on school grounds. "What do you think this one will be?" Rosemerta asked, "Haven't the foggiest" Lucy replied, "So how are you feeling?" Rosemerta asked, "Just fine, why?" Lucy smiled.
"Well honey, you did just get attacked in the middle of the night last night." The landlady reminded. "I can't let being a victim of a crime slow me down, I mean it's part of life, an unpleasant and frightening part, but never the less."
"But it was just so random, have you made any enemies yet?" they trekked up to the castle, "Not that I know of, but then again there are always a few nuts in the party mix, maybe it was just a freak attack." Lucy lied through her teeth.
They finally reached the castle and followed the crowd to the back where a twenty foot high wall of hedge sat in front of the stands. "Well I don't think this is going to be much of a spectator event." Lucy noted. "Well, thank God I brought this." Rosemerta pulled a book from her large bag. "are you so cynical to think that there won't even be a bit entertainment….."
"I brought one for you to." She pulled a second book out, "Oh thank you." Lucy stopped her tirade. They filled into the narrow, uncomfortable seats, "Welcome All!" Dumbledore called to the crowd. He explained the purpose of the final task, it was to be a maze, and from the sound of it a rather dangerous one. "Since they scored the highest in the second task, Mr. Diggory and will get a head start into the maze, followed by Miss. Delacore and ."
After Harry and Cedric entered the Maze, Lucy looked around the crowd trying to spot Ron and Hermione, wishing to thank them for the potion. During her scan her jerked her head back down as Anton waved at her a few rows down, "What's wrong?" Rosemerta eyed her oddly, "Six O'clock, two rows down, directly in front of us." Lucy navigated.
Rosemerta followed the coordinates then hummed with understanding, "You never told me what you fought about."
"Well on Christmas he gave me a necklace, then he kissed me, So I kissed him back, and he just left." Lucy explained, realizing it sounded a lot better in her head, "It's complicated."
"Well did he say why he had to go?" Rosemerta asked, "He said he had to get back to the castle."
"Okaaaayyy." The older witch thought, "What if he did just go back to the castle."
Lucy sighed, "That's not the point, I don't doubt he went back, but he let me kiss him back, then he just left. With out any explanation."
"Well have you let him explain?" she asked skeptically, "I…." Lucy began
"Exactly."
Lucy sputtered indignantly, then just pouted.
Hours went by, with fifteen minutes red sparks went up and Fleur was retrieved, unconscious. "I have said it once and I will say it again, this is madness" Lucy fretted, "She's fine…." Rosemerta eyed the girl, "I think."
"I'll be back." Lucy stood and descended from the stands to the bathroom, "Where are you going?" Rosemerta asked, "Places." Lucy responded vaguely.
She reached the empty hall that lead to the bathroom when a wave of nausea hit her like a brick wall. She leaned against the wall as her legs began to go limp and her mind span a million miles per hour.
"Hello there." She looked to the side to see Professor Moody waling her way, but he looked different, "Took you long enough."
Her body began to buzz and burn as her knees weakened and her hands grasped at the wall for support. He scoffed at her feeble attempts and hit the back of her legs with his walking stick, sending her already weak body to the floor, "Did you enjoy my little present on Christmas?" he asked, taking a swig from his flask. "But I think that potion this morning, yes that is the pies de resistance." He gloated.
"Yes, yes I couldn't have you pokeing your pretty little nose where it doesn't belong, like last night." He explained, grabbing one of her limp hands and pulling her into a darkened corridor. She strained her vocal cords trying to make even the slightest sound, "Yes I imagine the Poison has ran it's course through most of your blood stream. The first effect is a since of euphoria you see, then nausea as you have noticed, then your muscles go numb, them go limp, dizziness, the loss of vocal abilities." He listen the symptoms of the poison.
"Yes, it is eventually fatal, a slow death I promise. I would have used a more simple poison, but I wanted you to live long enough, just to see that pesky cousin of yours die."
Lucy's eyes could still move and she eyed the walking stick in his hands, she focused hard on it, "you know Miss Dursley." Moody continued, dropping the stick, letting it roll behind him.
Slowly the stick rose in the air behind him, "They say in a person's final moments, all of life's questions are answered.." he laughed, and whipped around, taking hold of the rod in midair and took another swig form the bottle, "Will you let me know." He hobbled off, leaving her defenseless and dying…
Dun dun dun! I will update within the next twenty four hours so don't send the angry mob yet. What will become of Lucy, we shall see my dearies. We shall see.