Finally! Thank you guys for being so patient~! It was a bit too much on the HP cannon, so I added some extra, meaning more words than the usual chapters! There wasn't much humor for the planned chapter, so I hope the extra side will do justice. Enjoy!

Allen sat at the bleachers with Nea, who was wearing earmuffs, by the side. The rest of the Noah family surrounded them, cheering for Lulubell. Other students from the three different schools were also surrounding the Quidditch fields, which had transformed into a huge maze. Although the maze was dark, Allen can see clearly, thanks to the training he had with Cross. He can see a sphinx sitting there and some Blast-Ended Skrewts skittering around.

Harry, Lulubell, Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor were placed in their positions at the edge of the maze. The teachers were patrolling around the maze, wearing sparkly red hats.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! In first place is Lulubell Katze of Gott Apostel Hall Tied in second place with eighty-five points each - Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter, both of Hogwarts School!" The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In second place, with eighty points - Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" More applause. "And in third place - Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!"

"So on my whistle, Lulubell. Three, two, one-" He gave a short blast on his whistle, and Allen watched Lulubell dashed into the maze. It wasn't long before another blast of whistle came again to signal that it was Cedric and Harry's turn to enter the maze.

Harry's Side:

Harry had already parted ways from Cedric. He had dealt with a boggart, an odd golden mist that caused him to be severely dizzy, Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts, and dead-ends. Plenty of them. Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched, but he chose to ignore it.

That was when he heard Fleur's terrified scream.

"Fleur?" Harry shouted.

He had been hurrying along the new path for a few minutes, when he heard something in the path running parallel to his own that made him stop dead.

"What are you doing?" yelled Cedric's voice. "What the hell d'you think you're doing?"

And then Harry heard Krum's voice. "Crucio!"

The air was suddenly full of Cedric's yells.

Horrified, Harry began sprinting up his path, trying to find away into Cedric's. When none appeared, he tried the Reductor Curse again. It wasn't very effective, but it burned a small hole in the hedge through which Harry forced his leg, kicking at the thick brambles and branches until they broke and made an opening; he struggled through it, tearing his robes, and looking to his right, saw Cedric jerking and twitching on the ground, Krum standing over him. Harry pulled himself up and pointed his wand at Krum just as Krum looked up. Krum turned and began to run.

"Stupefy!" Harry yelled.

The spell hit Krum in the back; he stopped dead in his tracks, fell forward, and lay motionless, face-down in the grass. Harry dashed over to Cedric, who had stopped twitching and was lying there panting, his hands over his face.

"Are you alright?" Harry said roughly, grabbing Cedric's arm.

"Yeah, " panted Cedric. "Yeah ... I don't believe it... He crept up behind me... I heard him, I turned around, and he had his wand on me... " Cedric got up. He was still shaking. He and Harry looked down at Krum.

"I can't believe this ... I thought he was alright, " Harry said, staring at Krum.

"So did I, " said Cedric.

"Did you hear Fleur scream earlier?" said Harry.

"Yeah, " said Cedric. "You don't think Krum got her too?"

"I don't know, " said Harry slowly.

"Should we leave him here?" Cedric muttered.

"No, " said Harry. "I reckon we should send up red sparks. Someone'll come and collect him... Otherwise he'll probably be eaten by a skrewt. "

"He'd deserve it, " Cedric muttered, but all the same, he raised his wand and shot a shower of red sparks into the air, which hovered high above Krum, marking the spot where he lay. Harry and Cedric stood there in the darkness for a moment, looking around them.

Then Cedric said, "Well... I s'pose we'd better go on... "

"What?" said Harry. "Oh... Yeah... Right... "

It was an odd moment. He and Cedric had been briefly united against Krum - now the fact that they were opponents came back to Harry. The two of them proceeded up the dark path without speaking, then Harry turned left, and Cedric right. Cedric's footsteps soon died away. Harry moved on, continuing to use the Four-Point Spell, making sure he was moving in the right direction.

After having dealt with a sphinx's riddle, Harry continued on. He had to be close now, he had to be… A sudden hissing sounded behind him, but Harry did not bother to look back, fearing mainly about his life. His wand was telling him he was bang on course; as long as he didn't meet anything too horrible, he might have a chance... Harry broke into a run. He had a choice of paths up ahead.

"Point Me!" he whispered again to his wand, and it spun around and pointed him to the right-hand one. He dashed up this one and saw lightahead. The Triwizard Cup was gleaming on a plinth a hundred yards away. Suddenly a dark figure hurtled out onto the path in front of him. Cedric was going to get there first. Cedric was sprinting as fast as he could toward the cup, and Harry knew he would never catch up, Cedric was much taller, had much longer legs. Then Harry saw something immense over a hedge to his left, moving quickly along a path that intersected with his own; it was moving so fast Cedric was about to run into it, and Cedric, his eyes on the cup, had not seen it.

"Cedric!" Harry bellowed. "On your left!"

Cedric looked around just in time to hurl himself past the thing and avoid colliding with it, but in his haste, he tripped. Harry saw Cedric's wand fly out of his hand as a gigantic spider stepped into the path and began to bear down upon Cedric.

Harry began casting spells at it, but in slight vain. It only directed the skrewt's attention towards him. He gritted his teeth as the skrewt's pincers struck his length, causing excruciating pain. He heard Cedric tried to Stupefy the skrewt but it was no use. It was when Harry finally casted the Disarming spell that it worked. Taking upon the chance, he along with Cedric sent Stunning spells at the skrewt's two spells combined did what one alone had not: The spider keeled over sideways, flattening a nearby hedge, and strewing the path with a tangle of hairy legs.

"Harry!" he heard Cedric shouting. "You all right? Did it fall on you?"

"No, " Harry called back, panting. He looked down at his leg. It was bleeding freely. He could see some sort of thick, gluey secretion from the spider's pincers on his torn robes. He tried to get up, but his leg was shaking badly and did not want to support his weight. He leaned against the hedge, gasping for breath, and looked around. Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming behind him.

"Take it, then, " Harry panted to Cedric. "Go on, take it. You're there. "

But Cedric didn't move. He merely stood there, looking at Harry. Then he turned to stare at the cup. Harry saw the longing expression on his face in its golden light. Cedric looked around at Harry again, who was now holding onto the hedge to support himself. Cedric took a deep breath. "You take it. You should win. That's twice you've saved my neck in here. "

"That's not how it's supposed to work," Harry said. He felt angry; his leg was very painful, he was aching all over from trying to throw off the spider, and after all his efforts, Cedric had beaten him to it, just as he'd beaten Harry to ask Cho to the ball. "The one who reaches the cup first gets the points. That's you. I'm telling you, I'm not going to win any races on this leg."

Cedric took a few paces nearer to the Stunned spider, away from the cup, shaking his head.

"No, " he said.

"Stop being noble, " said Harry irritably. "Just take it, then we can get out of here."

Cedric watched Harry steadying himself, holding tight to the hedge.

"You told me about the dragons, " Cedric said. "I would've gone down in the first task if you hadn't told me what was coming."

"I had help on that too, " Harry snapped, trying to mop up his bloody leg with his robes. "You helped me with the egg-we're square.""I had help on the egg in the first place, " said Cedric.

"We're still square, " said Harry, testing his leg gingerly; it shook violently as he put weight on it; he had sprained his ankle when the spider had dropped him.

"You should've got more points on the second task, " said Cedric mulishly. "You stayed behind to get all the hostages. I should've done that."

"I was the only one who was thick enough to take that song seriously!" said Harry bitterly. "Just take the cup!"

"No," said Cedric. He stepped over the spider's tangled legs to join Harry, who stared at him. Cedric was serious. He was walking away from the sort of glory Hufflepuff House hadn't had in centuries.

"Go on, " Cedric said. He looked as though this was costing him every ounce of resolution he had, but this face was set, his arms were folded, he seemed decided. Harry looked from Cedric to the cup. For one shining moment, he saw himself emerging from the maze, holding it. He saw himself holding the Triwizard Cup aloft, heard the roar of the crowd, saw Cho's face shining with admiration, more clearly than he had ever seen it before... And then the picture faded, and he found himself staring at Cedric's shadowy, stubborn face.

"Both of us, " Harry said.

"What?"

"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."

Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms. "You-you sure?"

"Yeah, " said Harry. "Yeah... We've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together."

For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ears; then his face split in a grin.

"You're on, " he said. "Come here."

He grabbed Harry's arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand out over one of the cup's gleaming handles.

"On three, right?" said Harry. "One-two-three-"

He and Cedric both grasped a handle. Instantly, Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling him onward in a howl of wind and swirling color, Cedric at his side.

Harry felt his feet slam into the ground; his injured leg gave way, and he fell forward; his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last. He raised his head.

"Where are we?" he said.

Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked around. They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles - perhaps hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. A hill rose above them to their left. Harry could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside.

Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry. "Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.

"Nope," said Harry. He was looking around the graveyard. It was completely silent and slightly eerie. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"

"I dunno," said Cedric. He sounded slightly nervous. "Wands out, d'you reckon?" "Yeah," said Harry, glad that Cedric had made the suggestion rather than him.

They pulled out their wands. Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched.

"Someone's coming," he said suddenly.

Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Harry couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And - several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time - Harry saw that the thing in the persons arms looked like a baby... or was it merely a bundle of robes?

Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric. Cedric shot him a quizzical look. They both turned back to watch the approaching figure. It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another.

And then, without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his head was about to split open.

From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."

A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!"

A blast of green light blazed through Harry's eyelids, and he heard something heavy fall to the ground beside him; the pain in his scar reached such a pitch that he retched, and then it diminished; terrified of what he was about to see, he opened his stinging eyes.

Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.

For a second that contained an eternity, Harry stared into Cedric's face, at his open gray eyes, blank and expressionless as the windows of a deserted house, at his half-open mouth, which looked slightly surprised. And then, before Harry's mind had accepted what he was seeing, before he could feel anything but numb disbelief, he felt himself being pulled to his feet.
The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lit his wand, and was dragging Harry toward the marble headstone. Harry saw the name upon it flickering in the wandlight before he was forced around and slammed against it.

TOM RIDDLE

The cloaked man was now conjuring tight cords around Harry, tying him from neck to ankles to the headstone. Harry could hear shallow, fast breathing from the depths of the hood; he struggled, and the man hit him - hit him with a hand that had a finger missing. And Harry realized who was under the hood. It was Wormtail.

"You!" he gasped.

But Wormtail, who had finished conjuring the ropes, did not reply; he was busy checking the tightness of the cords, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, rumbling over the knots. Once sure that Harry was bound so tightly to the headstone that he couldn't move an inch, Wormtail drew a length of some black material from the inside of his cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth; then, without a word, he turned from Harry and hurried away. Harry couldn't make a sound, nor could he see where Wormtail had gone; he couldn't turn his head to see beyond the headstone; he could see only what was right in front of him.

Cedric's body was lying some twenty feet away. Some way beyond him, glinting in the starlight, lay the Triwizard Cup. Harry's wand was on the ground at Cedric's feet. The bundle of robes that Harry had thought was a baby was close by, at the foot of the grave. It seemed to be stirring fretfully. Harry watched it, and his scar seared with pain again... and he suddenly knew that he didn't want to see what was in those robes... he didn't want that bundle opened...

Wormtail continued performing the ritual, mumbling some words. The high, raspy voice chilled Harry to the bones. Then Wormtail used a silver dagger to sever the hand with the missing finger. Wormtail's petrified sobs were clear throughout the whole way, even as he cut through a small portion of Harry's skin and got a glass vial filled with Harry's blood.

Harry watched in horror as the cauldron fizzed and bubbled as Wormtail dumped Harry's blood inside. Time seemed to slow down as Harry saw a figure rise among the mist pouring from the cauldron.

"Robe me, " said the high, cold voice from behind the steam, and Wormtail, sobbing and moaning, still cradling his mutilated arm, scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground, got to his feet, reached up, and pulled them one-handed over his master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry... And Harry stared back into the face that had haunted his nightmares for three years. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snake's with slits for nostrils...

Lord Voldemort had risen again.

(Extra) Lulubell's Side:

'Uggghhhh.' Lulubell's lips curled up in distaste. She had gotten a bit lost during the maze. Not that because it was dark since she had excellent vision in the dark, especially in her cat form, but because who knew that the maze itself was alive?

Lulubell's eyes narrowed. She now sound like Walker: being lost. But now is not the time.

After batting some sneaking vines away from her, she sniffed the air to find Harry's scent. It led her to the glowing Triwizard Cup. She tilted her head. The scent of Cedric caught her nostrils.

'Where are they?' Lulubell wondered. 'Shouldn't they have gotten the cup?'

That was when Lulubell saw something slightly off from the Cup. It was glowing brightly, its gold light surrounding the trophy.

'Too brightly for my liking.'

Lulubell scooted herself closer to cup, sniffing the cup suspiciously. Both Cedric and Harry's scent is surrounding the cup.

'Curiosity kills the cat,' Lulubell pondered for a moment. Then she lifted her lips in a queer smile. 'But satisfaction does bring it back. Along with the fact that cats have nine lives…'

Lulubell placed a paw on the cup, to be sucked into a vortex.

'Never again,' Lulubell thought as she landed rather harshly onto the cold ground.

In instinct, she darted off to find a nearby shelter, which Lulubell noticed happened to be a huge tombstone that looked centuries old. She looked around her surroundings, noting the dark aura that seemed to suspense in the air. She took a peek around the tombstone to find this: Cedric lying on the ground looking like a smoked fish, Harry hooked on a headstone like Jesus, a wimpy, sobbing man who looks like a rat, and a...well, in a nutshell, a bald pale man with a touching-complex who is leg-deep in a cauldron full of bubbles and smoke and with a particular characteristic of having no nose.

And as in touchy-complex she meant face-complex, for currently he's feeling his face as if he was slathering himself with lotion, which Lulubell may add, he did not need since no amount of beauty product will fix that. Oh wait, check that, now he's touching Harry's face. That man has issues. Serious fetish issues.

The three didn't seem to have noticed her, which Lulubell felt she can work into her advantage. Suddenly, she sensed others nearby and dashed off into another location: a tree with a high branch to watch the whole process.

Men in dark cloaks and eerie masks appeared, surrounding the three plus Cedric. Her mind reeled in the disgust at the prostrating and submissive gestures the men were giving to the face-fetish man. At least Lord Millenium didn't demand such preposterous actions.

She sweatdropped when she saw the pale man she came to known as "Lord Voldemort" let go of Harry to put Harry in a "fair duel". Really. Who lets go of their enemies just like that? Road and her Allen-complex does not count. And the part when Millenium Earl let go of the boy since he's the host of the 14th. And then there's the...nevermind.

Lulubell watched as Voldy-man began playing Harry like a game of cat and mouse. Hah. Harry had ducked behind a tombstone. No-nose began creeping up to Harry's spot.

Lulubell knew that she had to protect Harry, but from what Lulubell sees, Harry is not totally hurt. Sure there's pain, but she wants to exactly see how this goes.

As Harry shouted, "Expelliarmus!", Voldy-no-nose cried, "Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light issued from Voldemorts wand just as a jet of red light blasted from Harry's-they met in midair-and suddenly Harry's wand was vibrating as though an electric charge were surging through it; his hand seized up around it; he couldn't have released it if he'd wanted to-and a narrow beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor green, but bright, deep gold. Lulubell watched with an interested gaze and saw that Voldemort's long white fingers too were gripping a wand that was shaking and vibrating.

Then the annoying Death Eaters began shouting; they were asking Moldywart for instructions; they were closing in, reforming the circle around Harry and Snake-man, some of them drawing their wands. The golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered; though the wands remained connected.

"Do nothing!" Pale-man shrieked to the Death Eaters. "Do nothing unless I command you!"

'Wrong move, No-nose,' Lulubell thought as she heard a beautiful tune being sounded from the wands.

Then suddenly a light erupted from the wands. A pale form of the Cedric appeared. More forms came flying out, surrounding Harry. Lulubell strained her ears to hear the words of encouragement and advice the floating figures surrounding Harry are giving. She saw Harry numbly nodded.

"NOW!" Harry yelled. He pulled his wand upward with an almighty wrench, and the golden thread broke; the cage of light vanished, the song died - but the shadowy figures did not disappear - they were closing in upon Voldemort, shielding Harry from his gaze.

That was when finally Harry got the right sense of mind to begin running while firing spells at the Death Eaters chasing after him.

"Stun him!" the supposed Dark Lord screamed.

'That's my cue, I guess.'

Lulubell hopped off and shifting into her panther form, began mauling off the Death Eaters. Cries of pain followed after she leaped from one wizard to another.

"WHAT?!" Lulubell heard Voldemort's high raspy voice shrieking furiously. "WHAT ARE YOU FOOLS DOING?!" Then he noticed Lulubell. Along with her sharp and not to mention deadly fangs and claws. "WHAT IN MERLIN'S -?!"

Lulubell silenced the man with an especially hard whip of her tail. In front of her she saw Harry struggling to carry Cedric's body. She dashed over to Harry's side.

"Climb," she ordered.

She saw Harry blinked in surprise but didn't hesitate, considering the fact that bunch of angry Death Eaters and a now red-streaked Voldemort is behind them. He hauled Cedric's body over before climbing on Lulubell's back.

After Lulubell confirmed that both are on her backs, she dashed to the now glowing even more brightly cup. With a great leap, she landed on the cup, feeling the tug as the Portkey transported her, Harry, and Cedric back to safety.

Ha, ha, hah? Did I do alright?

Ah, I forgot to mention this. For the "Accidentally Paranormal", the pairings that won are Yullen and Lucky! I have actually already posted it, but for some strange reason, it didn't show on the site. So, if you want to start reading the fanfic, I suggest you go to my profile and scroll down to find it!

And finally, the new Xover shall be a Kuroshitsuji/DGM. This time, there SHALL BE NO FLAWS NO MATTER WHAT STORY IN DGM SHALL TAKE PLACE. ALSO, AS A WARNING, IT IS A SEBALLEN, MEANING A SEBASTIAN X ALLEN PAIRING. DEAL WITH IT CUZ I NEED PRACTICE ON YAOI WRITING.

And I guess that's it. For now (mua haha)

BTW, you guys are gonna luv what I have plan for Book 5. (smiling evilly)

Walking on,

WOFWalker