Heyyyyy...again.

Didn't want two late updates in a row.

So here I am, at 10:09 pm, wrting another chapter.

Um...you're welcome!

I don't own anything.

Harry stood at the entrance of the maze, well aware to the cheering of the crowd, and looked at the empty darkness that Percy had just entered.

It had been a week since Professor McGonagoll had shown them the maze, and it was a week of absolute pain for Harry, as he, Hermione and Ron - though Ron wasn't very helpful - had been practising spells and strategies for any kind of situation.

Harry had noticed Percy watching a lot of these practices, shaking his head, like they were failing, like they had no idea what they were doing.

This made Harry determined to show that he could do it.

Bagman's commentary shook Harry out of his thoughts.

"AND IT LOOKS LIKE YOUNG POTTER IS WASTING HIS PRECIOUS TIME! WHAT COULD BE SO IMPORTANT THAT HE WOULD IGNORE HIS HEAD START LIKE THAT?!"

Harry, realising that it was his turn to enter the maze, quickly rushed in, trying to ignore the disappointed moan from the crowd: for they knew that that short time wasting had hurt Harry's chances of winning - Percy had an even larger advantage now.

Harry went through twists and turns, he hadn't needed to face anything yet, and he was beginning to relax: maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Suddenly, as if someone had known he was letting his guard down, a gigantic spider that would make Ron hide in a cave for decades cane barrelling round from the corner, and Harry instinctively took out his wand.

He and Hermione had practised for this, and he followed her advice.

Use a conjunctive charm, he remembered her saying, aim for the mouth.

Harry gripped his wand, aimed for the spider's frothing mouth, and cried, "conunctionem maxima!"

Immediately, the spider's mouth slammed shut, and the spider, in a panic, barre led past Harry, as off into the darkness.

Harry let out a breath, he realised he had been shaking, and he was sweating.

Like someone else had noticed Harry's fear, the soft wind seemed seemed to make a disappointed sigh between the leaves of the hedge.

Harry, ignoring this, continued his way, his instincts leading him forward.

A couple of times, he suspected he was being followed, he heard a shift in the hedges, a soft footstep, but, whenever he swivelled his head around, no one was there.

Suddenly, feminine scream shook his out of his thoughts, and Harry dashed off to the left, where he heard it, in spite of his instincts screaming at him to go right.

There he found an unconscious Krum, and Fleur was sitting up against the hedge, chest heaving.

"'Arry!" She called, "Thank Goodness 'eet is 'oriffying! Krum" At this she pointed an elegant, shaking finger at the unconscious eighteen year old, "Attacked me!"

"Are you sure?" Asked Harry, confuses, why would Krum do this?

"Positeev," Replied Fleur, "And zen, zisflash of red light, and, 'ee fell to ze ground!"

Harry, thought confused, flashed up some red sparks, much to the gratitude of Fleur, and left, not without thinking, Two Champions down.

After many twists and turns, and unchallenged, although he didn't let his guard down, Harry came across a wall of hedges, Harry scowled.

"Incendio!" He cried, with no real hope, sure enough, the fire had no effect.

"Bombadia! Bombadia maxima!" Harry tried multiple spells, each reaping little or no results.

Suddenly, Harry felt an almost familiar cold feeling, and he turned around, only to see a dementor, tlgliding silently along the corridor, it's breath misty.

Harry realised he was trapped, there was no way out.

He thought of a happy memory, and remembered the moment he found out he was a wizard, the feeling of elation, knowing he was found to be away from the Dursley's, that he had a future, and he channelled that feeling into his wand.

"Expecto Patronum!" He cried, and a beautiful stag came out of Harry's wand, and swam through the air over to the dementor.

It had no effect, and Harry realised that this was a boggart.

Harry tried to call out the spell, riddikulus, but he felt himself drowning in misery, the cries of his mother...

Suddenly, there was a bright flash, and the boggart changed into a familiar looking blond girl, he eyes glazed, clearly dead.

Harry thought he'd seen her before, but before he could pinpoint it, the form changed into a scrawny boy with curly hair, then an African American girl, looking around thirteen, a big muscular guy, a beautiful girl with choppy hair, and a blond boy, with a scar on his lip. All dead. (A/N, it is not in order of favourites.)

Harry felt sick to the stomach, and, if he wasn't, he would have heard the quiet sobbing in a hedge, and the soft cry of Ridikkulus.

In a blast of light, the hedge wall crumbled, and, past it, Harry could see the gleaming Triwizard Cup.

He didn't think of where Percy was, or why someone with his power hadn't reached the cup yet, he just dashed towards it.

He slid to halt, however, when he thought he saw another spider out of the corner of his eyes, but when he turned to the direction he thought it was, he just saw a light layer of dust in the air.

He turned back to the cup, and sprinted the rest of the way to it.

He took a deep breath, and outstretched his hand.

He suddenly felt a tug around his navel, and he felt himself get dragged away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar tanned finger brush the cup as well.

He fell to the floor with a thud, and he heard another form land, much more gracefully, Harry assumed he had landed on his feet.

Harry felt himself get yanked upwards, and looked up, only to be met by very familiar kind sea-green eyes.

"Percy," Harry hissed, "What are you~" He was cut off by Percy's large hand over his mouth, and Harry glared at him.

He finally looked at his surroundings, and he felt a chill.

He and Percy were in a graveyard, in the misty night, but that wasn't what gave him the chill.

No, what gave him a chill was a slightly familiar form, small and pudgy, holding a small, wriggling bundle, walking towards them, and stopping about twenty feet in front.

A high, cold voice, seeming to come from the bundle, said, "Kill the threat."

The small, pudgy man pointed his wand at Percy, and said,

"Avada-"

Finally!

That took me like 50 minutes! And my autocorrect broke at the end.

Be grateful!

Uuuurrrggghhhhh!!!!!!!

I'm tired!

All bow to Percy.

Peace out.