"Where are we?" asked Krum as the Cup rolled away from their hands as they crashed onto their backs.
"I don't know." whined Harry, bringing himself once again to his feet.
"Harry, the cup was a Portkey." Pansy spoke to his mind. Were Harry a Muggle, he'd have been far more concerned about the voices in his head... "A device used to transport wizards long distances."
Krum rose from the ground and growled at Harry,
"What did you do, why are we here?"
Harry wanted to scream at him for making such an implication. Brushing himself off he responded in the most neutral voice he could muster,
"I didn't do anything," Harry said, then continued in undertone, "what is this place...?"
Harry again looked at his surroundings. Row upon row of gravestones lined the field in which they stood. Two of the largest right in front of them.
'TOM RIDDLE' and 'MARY RIDDLE'.
Harry was instantly unnerved by seeing the names, Pansy sensing his panic, shouted into his mind, as distant as she was, he held onto her voice.
"Harry," she screeched, "Get out of there!" The second her final word hit his thoughts, Harry's body flew from where it stood, landing with his back against the grave he had just been observing.
Harry felt as though a white hot iron was being pressed firmly against his forehead. His eyes temporarily rendered useless by the pain, Harry screamed.
And, in his thoughts, so did Pansy.
"Harry, I'm sorry, I..." her voice was shaky. Harry felt her leave.
Part of him had gone.
Pansy covered her mouth as the scream erupted from within her. The pain was intense, as was the agony of leaving her fiancé without her comfort. He was in graver danger than the maze had ever been intended to inflict.
If she didn't do something quickly, he would die.
"I've got to tell Dumbledore!" she shot up from her seat and began to scoot down the rows to the aisle.
"Dumbledore?" laughed Hermione, somewhat mockingly, but entirely worried, "You're actually going to Dumbledore? I should feel proud of you." she smiled.
"I blame you thoroughly." grumped Pansy lightheartedly, exiting to the aisle. "Rub off on me much more, hon, and we might as well be lesbian lovers."
Her words got a few stares from the audience. Hermione's jaw dropped, making her look incredibly stupid despite the truth of the matter. (The truth being about Harry's predicament, of course.)
Ron even squeaked involuntarily before tightening his grip on Hermione's waist.
Charging down the rows and up to the Judge's stands, Pansy raced up to Dumbledore.
Entirely out of breath, she spoke at a million kilometres per second,
"Dumbledore, sir." she panted, "Harry... and ... Krum... the cup... was a... Portkey... not in maze... in danger..."
Dumbledore and Madam Maxime both turned to face the panicking beauty.
"Vat vas zat?" scoffed Karkaroff.
Pansy breathed deeply and tried again,
"Dumbledore, sir, Harry and Krum, they grabbed the cup at the same time. The cup was a Portkey. They're not in the maze anymore, sir. They're both in danger."
"Might I ask 'ow you know zees?" asked Madam Maxime skeptically.
"Harry and I have a mental connection." she explained, "Long story short, we're rarely out of contact with one another." Pansy begged, "Please, sir. They're in danger... Harry's in danger!"
"What did you see?" he asked calmly.
"A graveyard..." her voice trailed off.
"Before... he.. we saw two gravestones before he was attacked..." Hermione amended, filing in beind Pansy, after quickly scanning her.
"Gravestones?" Dumbledore sounded curiously interested.
"Yes, gravestones." Pansy confirmed.
"Do you know where this graveyard is?" Dumbledore asked, getting to his feet.
"No, sir. I had to leave his mind." her voice quavered, "The pain..." she wiped her forehead and realized then that she had bled where the pain ripped through her.
"You've shared a memory with me before," said Dumbledore simply, "Let me see."
Pansy widened her eyes in the attempt to show him the memory. She tried repeatedly to force it into his mind...
But it wouldn't go through.
"I can't." Pansy said huffily.
"Why not?" queried Dumbledore.
"Because she eez lying." said Madame Maxime, returning her attention to the maze.
Centros Alishir walked past behind them and went up into the stands for a better view.
"I..." Pansy's voice strayed some as she watched Centros Alishir leave her vision, "I think I'm being blocked."
"Can you go into Harry's mind?" asked Dumbledore awkwardly, "To warn him?"
"I... can't go into his mind... it burns..." she shuddered, her knees nearly giving out beneath her. "...it burns..."
Harry stood, or rather, floated against the gravestone and screamed his mind into oblivion as the pain wretched itself deeper and deeper into his forehead, Harry was sure he was going to explode when the form of Peter Pettigrew came into the little light that was available.
"Kill the spare!" said a high voice. Wormtail raised his wand toward Krum and shouted,
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
