Hello everyone! Welcome to the final posting of Book Four for 2019. I hope that all of you had a wonderful and enjoyable Christmas. Mine was busy, but good, considering the whole family was at my place for the day.

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I'm sure this is the chapter that you have wanted to get to. I'll let you get to it.

Chapter Twenty – The Third Task

"He had to have closed his heart that day," Hermione commented after we had returned from Moody.

Harry and I had spoken to Bella at length before classes had been dismissed. Between the three of us, we decided it would be best to fill the others in on what we had learned from the pensieve and about Harry's scar.

Fleur looked at Hermione like she couldn't believe that was the first thing she thought about. "What do we do about ze link between 'Arry and he-who-must-not-be-named?"

Harry shrugged, but it was me who answered. "I'm not sure there is anything we can do at this moment in time. But we can do what Moody has asked and keep track of anything that seems like a vision—be it dream or otherwise—and try to figure out what we can do about it when the time comes."

"Do we really believe that Harry is seeing through Voldemort? I'm not saying he's not, but what if he isn't?" Neville held his hands up when Harry shot him a dirty look.

"Do you think I could really think these things? That I want to torment somebody with that curse?" Harry fumed, standing from his seat and pacing around the room. "I don't want to be connected to a murderer. I didn't ask for this to happen to me!" He spun around, facing Neville, and pointed at him. "This could have easily been you! Voldemort could have picked you!"

"Yeah? And if he did, it would be your parents in the infirmary at St. Mungo's, tortured by a madman's faithful followers and raised by a grandmother who was disappointed with you at every turn. At least, you still have a loving parent and a doting godfather!" Neville stood and walked toward the door. "I'm thankful for the information you've given me, but I need some time to myself."

Nobody spoke until after Neville had walked out of the room.

"I didn't mean it like that," Harry whispered.

"And neither did Neville." Bella looked over at Harry. "He was playing devil's advocate. Just because Moody thinks these dreams, visions, whatever, are a connection between you, doesn't make it true. It's why we need to research what happened when the curse failed, track the dreams, or visions, and what happens in them. See if they get more intense, more detailed, and if we can follow where he is."

Viktor grunted. "The more information we can gather, the better. If he's truly making a comeback, it can only help us be prepared."

"I'm going to get my dad to research the first wizarding war …" Luna hummed. "I'll get grandfather to work with him to document everything he remembers too."

"That's a smart thing to do." I nodded to Luna. "We should all have family members outside of Hogwarts do the same thing."

"And what do we do in the meantime?" Ginny asked.

I smirked. "That's easy. We need to practice some spells that are going to be helpful in a giant maze, starting with the four-point spell."

~*~UHS~*~

With the date of the third task fast approaching, we all took every spare moment to practice several of the spells we already knew. We did start with the four-point spell, which would help to guide us through the maze by showing us whether we needed to go north, south, east, or west at every intersection. But we also practiced spells like the impediment jinx, which could freeze an attacker, or a beast, in its tracks for a few minutes so we could run by it. Another spell we thought might be helpful was the Reducto curse. This spell would be handy for blasting an obstacle into pieces.

The last one we had everyone practicing was one Bella and I had talked about on several occasions. The shield charm, Protego. Even though Bella was close to finishing my vest, everyone else would be left unshielded. So, in one of our many conversations about this upcoming task, we decided that the others should learn it.

"Ugh … I am never going to get zis right!" Fleur was the one who had been having the hardest time with mastering her spells.

Yes, she was a Veela like Bella, and should have had no difficulty in getting them right, but because she had been taught to use her womanly wiles instead of mastering her magic, she was having a harder time mastering spells that she should have found easy.

"You will, Fleur," Bella soothed. "You've just gotta feel the magic. Let's do an exercise. Close your eyes for me."

I smiled. This was an exercise Harry had taught Neville back in first year. At the time, Harry had only been instructing Neville on how to reach the magic inside him, but Bella and I had followed along with his instructions and found out how to reach our inner magic and to tap into it.

It wasn't just Fleur who listened to Bella this time either. Viktor was also listening in, even though he wasn't having as hard a time using the spells as Fleur. Gabrielle was also paying very close attention to the goings-on with her sister, and I watched amused as she followed along with Bella's instructions.

"I want you to look deep inside yourself, find that center of your magic, where it comes from deep within." Bella paused while the three of them closed their eyes. "Can you feel it? Right there in your chest?" She waited, once again, until they nodded. "Now, Gabrielle, you're going to have to wait until you get your wand to practice this, but, Fleur, Viktor, keep your eyes closed, feel that magic flow from your center, down your arm, and out the wand as you cast the spell. The wand is only a tool to guide your magic, to use your magic, but you are the one to control it."

Gabrielle, while keeping track of her magic, opened her eyes to watch what Viktor and Fleur were able to do. Both of them kept their eyes closed but pointed their wands, made the top to bottom motion, and both said "Protego!"

With a flash of silver, both wands produced opaque shields that would protect both Viktor and Fleur from frontal attacks.

"Well done!" Bella cheered, clapping her hands. "See, you did it!"

Fleur was stunned silent for a moment before she dropped her wand and flung herself at Bella. It took me a moment to realize that Fleur was crying.

"Thank you, Bella, thank you. I've never been able to learn spells like zis. Merlin's beard, why have I never been taught to do zis?"

"We only learned it while Harry was helping Neville. It's not something that's commonly known." I smiled in Fleur's direction. "It's not something that a lot of people teach their children, it seems. But it'll be something we will share in the future."

With our children, right, Edward? Bella thought at me with a secret smile in my direction.

I laughed. "Right, Bella."

For the rest of the afternoon, we were able to practice the four spells we had deemed important and taught Fleur a few more. I had a feeling our summer would be filled with questions about what we had been learning in our first years of school. Maybe I would give Fleur the books we used for those years.

By the time we left the Room of Requirement, both Fleur and Viktor had mastered the four spells. We were as ready as we were ever going to be.

~*~UHS~*~

"It's not fair," Bella whined as she got ready for class on the day of the third task. "Why don't you guys have to do finals?"

I snorted. "I don't think we should be skipping them, Bella. But we champions are out there risking our lives for entertainment after all."

"Risking your lives. Ha!"

I couldn't help chuckling at her indignation before I leaned over and kissed her to stop her rambling on. "I would much rather be in class with you, sweet girl, but I have to go to this lunch thing for the champions."

Bella sighed. "I know. It just seems silly that you spend all year in class, but you won't be tested on any of it. Not that you need it. You'd pass with flying colors."

"As will you. Come on, I'll walk you to class before heading off for the luncheon."

"Can you? Do you have enough time?"

"For you? I have all the time in the world."

Bella beamed up at me and went to reach out for her bag. I snatched it up before she had the chance, then held out my hand for her to hang on to. Once she was ready, I led her out of the portrait and down the stairs. We made small talk until we reached the door to the Transfiguration classroom.

"Good luck, Bella. I'll see you when you're done for the day."

"Thanks, Edward. I have something for you when you're done."

"Then I can't wait to see you."

I gave her a gentle, lingering kiss before leaving her and making my way to the room off the Great Hall for the champions' luncheon. I'm surprised by the people who are there when I walk through the door. I had assumed—I know, right?—that it would just be the headmasters, the judges, ministry officials, and the champions. But what I find is so much better. Sure, the judges and headmasters are there, but Carlisle, Esme, Rose, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice are all there too. As well as Sirius and Shane, and last but not least is an older couple who I have never met before. Although, considering they are standing with none other than Viktor Krum, I'm guessing they are his parents.

"Welcome, Edward. I'm glad you could join us!" Dumbledore said as I walked through the door. He said it in such a way that I wasn't sure if he was being sincere or not, and I couldn't be bothered delving into his thoughts—if he had them open—to find out.

"No worries. I just wanted to walk Bella to class before I came. I'm sure that isn't a problem, right?"

"Not at all, my boy. You are the last to arrive however, so shall we begin?"

I nodded and went to join Harry and Fleur with the rest of our family.

Dumbledore walked to the center of the room and looked around at everyone. "Welcome to everyone joining us. This luncheon is a chance for the families of our champions to get to know, not only their competition, but the headmasters and officials who have pulled this tournament together. It's so nice to see you all here today, and I look forward to spending time with all of you."

"Edward," Esme sighed as she reached out to hug me, "how have things been going? I don't see you as much."

"I'm sorry, Ma. But I don't need to take Muggle Studies. I think I lived in that world long enough to know just about everything they do." I laughed.

"I know that, dear." Esme cupped my face as the others around chuckled at us.

"What are you all doing here? Not that I'm not grateful." I backpedaled when I saw their faces drop.

Emmett put his nose in the air. "We're not here for you. Viktor invited us incase his parents didn't show up. They haven't spoken a lot since he was drafted for Bulgaria and Karkaroff became his manager."

"And we're here for Fleur," Alice said while she walked over to our newest family member. "Much like we were in the second task."

I held my hands up in a placating manner. "I apologize, and I stand corrected. I'm glad to see you all nonetheless."

Carlisle looked around. "Wasn't Bella able to come with you?"

"No. And neither was Gabrielle. She's currently somewhere reading up for next year."

"Hmph, none of zat will matter," a voice sounded out from behind me. It seemed that Madame Maxime had gained some courage, although she had waited until Fleur was over on the other side of the room with Alice and Jasper. Not that it made a difference if her hearing was as good as Bella's. "Zis is just a little bump in ze road. Fleur and Gabrielle will be back at Beauxbatons next year. Zere is no doubt about zat."

I spun to face one of the most infuriating women I have ever met in my life. "I think you may be wrong about that. From what Fleur has told me, she has learned more about magic in the last few weeks with us than in the seven years she's been at Beauxbatons. If that isn't telling, I don't know what is."

I heard Fleur snicker from the other side of the room as I spun back around, leaving Madame Maxime with her mouth hanging open. Esme and Carlisle followed me as I made my way over to Harry, Sirius, and Shane to say hello.

Harry snorted. "You know, if her face is any indication, I think you're not going to get many points in the final task."

"That won't make any difference. The last task isn't measured in points," Sirius said from next to me. Both Harry and I looked at Sirius with what must have been a questioning look all over our faces because he elaborated for us. "The points you earned in the first two rounds are what's going to determine the order of your entrance into the maze. The one with the highest points enters first, second highest next, and so on until all entrants are running around the maze, trying to find out how to win."

"Oh," Harry murmured. "So, it's going to be a race to the finish?"

Shane nodded. "Exactly that. Whoever reaches the center of the maze will win."

I held out my hand to Harry, a cheeky smirk on my face. "May the fastest of us win!"

Harry laughed and shook my hand. "Ha! May the one who was chosen be the winner!"

"May the one who has experienced fame be the winner!" Viktor said in his gruff manner as he placed his hand on top of ours.

Fleur's hand joined us last. "No, may ze one with the fairest hair be ze winner. You know, ze smartest of us all."

The three of us boys looked at Fleur in shock before all four of us burst out laughing. It was going to be a great run through the maze.

~*~UHS~*~

We spent the next few hours talking among ourselves and making small talk with people we barely knew. Eventually though, we were released to go relax before the third task later that afternoon.

"What are you guys doing now?" I asked as we all stood in the arch of the massive doorway.

Harry shrugged, as did Viktor, but it was Fleur who answered. "I waz just going to read in my room. Why?"

"I have something I want to show you. Follow me."

The other three nodded and followed as we discreetly snuck our way up to the Room of Requirement. The room provided our normal set up, and we all took seats around the table. Once seated, I reached into my bag and pulled out some matching pieces of parchment. As I placed them down, one in front of each of my friends, I studied their faces. They were a range of surprised to nervous.

"First up, I want to apologize to you guys. I drew up this map from my memory before I checked a map that I already have of Hogwarts. What I have here, however"—I pointed at the parchment I had laid out—"is a copy of the maze that we'll be going through tonight."

"Zat is really helpful, Edward. What are you apologizing for zough?" Fleur asked as she unrolled the map to look it over.

"I didn't think about it at the time, but that maze is not going to be as simple and straightforward as turning corners. Once I thought that, I checked my map." I spread my map, already displaying Hogwarts, out on the table in front of everyone. "As you can see here"—I pointed down to where the quidditch pitch was usually—"there are some hedges on the map that are moving around to make new corridors and new dead ends. The reason I'm apologizing is because I didn't have time to make sure that your maps showed the same thing."

Harry reached for his map. "That shouldn't matter too much. We'll still be able to track where we are by following the map, and we should be able to track back and make it to where we need to be."

"It's the thought that counts," Viktor said, reaching for his own. "I take it that it's a complicated procedure that would take longer than we have this afternoon."

"Yeah," I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "According to Sirius, it would take at least three days because there needs to be time between spells and potions. I really am sorry, guys."

The three of them waved me off but leaned over to study the marauder's map. We all watched as the hedges seemed to move with no rhyme or reason. Well, at least that we could see. I'm sure there was one, but we had limited time to try and figure it out.

It was while we were trying to figure it out that Bella made her way into the Room of Requirement.

"Afternoon, champions!" she cheered when she saw we were all there. "How are we all feeling?"

There was a chorus of "nervous", "worried", "anxious", and an "in love" from me. It was one of those moments where Bella's presence stunned me stupid. I loved those moments, even if they were few and far between, because it meant that slowly but surely, our love story was evolving and changing.

Bella reached me, leaning down to plant one on me. "Back at ya." She spun back to the others. "But I know you'll all do great. We couldn't have asked for a better group of champions." Bella gave each of them a look, one that was comforting to them, if their thoughts were any indication. "Fleur, Gabrielle was looking for you. Viktor, so was Professor Karkaroff—he was pissed, so be careful. And Harry, Shane wanted to see you before the feast tonight."

With a round of "Thanks, Bella!" the other three stood, gave hugs, and exited the room without ever noticing that Bella was hiding something.

"Turn into an owl while you were in class, sweetheart?"

"No," Bella giggled, coming to sit by my side. "Somehow, they all just knew I would be coming to find you and that the other champions would be with you."

"Mmhmm, I'm sure. And how many of those reasons were made up ones?"

Bella gasped, placing a hand on her chest, feigning shock. "None of them. They were all valid reasons that I heard while coming to find you."

I laughed. "In other words, you heard them being said to someone around you and used those to clear the room."

"Maybe just a little." Bella held her forefinger and her thumb only a centimeter apart.

We sat for a few minutes just reveling in the silence because we knew it was going to get so much louder tonight.

"Why did you need to get rid of the others?"

"First, there was this …" Bella stood and actually straddled my lap.

"Bella …" I warned. She was still too young. Only fourteen last year. She was to be fifteen in three months. I wasn't sure she was ready for this … I wasn't sure I was ready …

"It's okay. We aren't ready for more than what we've done. I just want to be close to you."

And even though I was a little apprehensive of the position we were in, I couldn't help but pull her closer to me when she leaned in, wrapped her arms around my head with her fingers gripping my hair, and pressed her lips to mine. While the kiss was still innocent—all closed mouth—it was deeper, more intense than any we had shared to date. I was glad that other parts of my body weren't reacting as they should, just yet. That didn't mean I didn't feel the desire this kiss could, and would, elicit from me in the future; it just meant that certain areas of my body didn't show that reaction just yet. I didn't know how much longer that would last though.

"Mmmm," Bella hummed as she pulled away with a small smile on her face. "It's kisses like that, and the feelings that you evoke in me, that makes me excited for the future."

"You have no idea. Was there something else you wanted?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah!" Bella jumped up from my lap and ran over to the bag she had dumped on the floor when she walked through the door of the Room of Requirement. She pulled something out and held it up for me to inspect. "I've got it finished, and just in time too."

What Bella had done with the bulletproof vest was nothing short of amazing. While still black in color, she had disguised it as a suit vest that would fit in with the uniform I wore when I competed in the tournament. Somehow, she had added a few additional pockets. I leaned forward to reach out and touch, just to see if she'd managed to keep the integrity and feel of the original bulletproof vest.

"This looks fantastic, baby girl. Does it work?"

"Why don't you try it on, and I can throw some spells at you?"

I stood, reaching for the vest. "I can't wait to see."

Bella handed it over and watched as I undid the buttons to slip it on over my uniform. Once it was on, I refastened the buttons. I spread my hands out and looked up at Bella.

"Well?" I asked when she failed to say anything. "Does it fit like you wanted?"

"I'm so lucky." She sighed before shaking her head to clear her thoughts, causing me to snicker, before flicking her wand from her gauntlet. "I think it fits really well, and it's just like I imagined it would be. Shall we see if I've got it?"

I grinned at her. "Give me your worst."

With a flick of her wand and an "Expelliarmus," the spell hit me directly in the chest. Now usually, a spell like that would send me back several feet. Especially from Bella. But this time, I was lucky if I had to take a full step backward. The vest seemed to take the impact from the spell, and the spell itself, and absorb it.

My mouth dropped open. I knew that was what Bella had been aiming for, but the result was so much more than I could have hoped for. "Bella …" I breathed "… my God. This is brilliant. I have no words."

"Of course." Bella huffed. "Didn't you believe I could?"

My head snapped up from my appraisal of the vest. I was at her side in an instant. "Of course, I did, Bella. But the result far outweighed what I had expected. Even though I had no idea what to expect. What you did, what you can do when you set your mind to it, is mind-boggling. Bella, you are a genius."

"Really?"

"Really." I stood, kissing her on the lips, then on her forehead. Whenever she felt vulnerable and unsure, I found that kissing her forehead made her feel protected and strong. "You are better than I ever dreamed for myself, smarter than I can completely comprehend, and so much more than I deserve. I love you, Bella. And your mind just blows me away." I ran my hands along the vest she had given me. "This is … phenomenal."

Bella beamed. "Let me show you what else I've added in …"

For a short while, Bella showed me all the adaptations she had made to the vest, including extendable pockets for anything I might like to take into the maze with me or whenever I wore it. Say for an upcoming war.

"You truly have created something spectacular, Bella. I'm honored that you've made it for me. And I love the detailing on the back. Just like my other one."

"Yeah, I did that on purpose. Can't have everyone knowing you're wearing a different vest, after all."

I kissed Bella with as much passion as I could. "Smart girl." I could hear the rest of the castle starting to head for the Great Hall. With a flick of my wand, I was in my Triwizard uniform. I held out my arm, just like my father had done with my mother. "Shall we go to the great feast?"

Bella smiled, and with a flick of her wand, her clothes changed to the ones that matched my own. Hers had MASEN written across the back and the same lion that was sequined on my own. She looped her arm through mine. "We shall. And we shall come back from this task victorious."

~*~UHS~*~

I don't think I'd ever heard the noise level in the Great Hall as loud as it was as Bella and I stepped into the room.

My goodness. What's going on in here? Bella thought, looking around as we made our way to our seats at the Gryffindor table. Dumbledore doesn't usually let things get this rowdy.

"He won't let it be so for long."

"Edward!" the twins shouted together when we reached the table. "Are you ready?"

"More than you'll ever know. What's going on?"

"Not a damn clue!" Fred shouted again. "But isn't it awesome!"

I snickered at him and those around him. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were all drunk.

The noise continued on for several more minutes before Dumbledore did stand from the teachers' table. I looked around and saw many familiar faces sitting there. Our family, the judges, teachers, and one Percy Weasley, sitting where Barty Crouch Senior should have sat.

I'm officially the judge replacing Mr. Crouch, Edward. He's gone, isn't he? Percy looked me dead in the eye as he asked the question. I could only nod in response. I watched as Percy drew in a deep breath, let it out, and nodded just once. I thought as much. Thank you.

"Eat up, everyone. The final task of the Triwizard Tournament will start after this delicious feast." Dumbledore clapped his hands just once, and the food appeared on the plates in front of us. "Enjoy!"

Over dinner everyone mingled. The Beauxbatons who stayed sat among the Hogwarts tables, not isolated by themselves. As did the Durmstrang boys. It was one of the loudest dinners we had ever attended in Hogwarts, and not one of the teachers was doing anything about it.

Wonder if they'd be celebrating so hard if they knew what was coming at the end of the tournament. Bella's stray thought entered my brain. Not that all of them didn't flow through there on a second to second basis.

"Probably not, Bella," I whispered at vampire pitch, "but then we don't know what is really happening at the end of this, so we should just enjoy it for what it is."

Okay. Bella nodded with her thought and went back to celebrating the end of school, exams, and the Triwizard Tournament. Because, for as much as she had enjoyed me showing off my prowess for all to see and for her to bask in when I declared my wins for her, she wanted this tournament over. Bella wanted me safe in her arms.

But that also meant that something worse was probably coming. And that was the part neither she, nor I, were looking forward to.

Halfway through dessert, Professor Dumbledore stood from the teachers' table and walked around to the front to the podium. Once he was standing there, the Great Hall fell silent. He stood there, looking out over the faces staring up at him.

"We have come a long way since the beginning of the year when the houses were separated, and the schools separated from each other. Now, we are one—we are together. We have made friendships that will go beyond just this tournament." Dumbledore sighed and looked around again. "But tonight … tonight is not about contemplation. It's not about looking backwards or forwards. Tonight is about the final task." He had to pause as every person in the hall clapped madly. "The four champions—Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Edward Masen, and Harry Potter—will now make their way to the champions' tent for a few last-minute instructions while you all finish your dessert. God speed and good luck!"

Bella placed her hands on either side of my face, looking deeply into my eyes. To keep this moment private, she spoke to me from her mind. You be safe, Edward Masen. You be safe and come back to me because if Voldemort manages to take you from me, there will be no place safe on earth for him. I will end him before I join you.

I leaned my forehead against Bella's and closed my eyes. "You will be protecting me every step of the way. There is no way I'll not be coming home to you in one piece. Nothing will happen to me, Bella. I love you."

"I love you too, Edward. Go. Win."

I kissed Bella once, as I opened my eyes, before standing to cheers from my fellow students. I met Harry, Fleur, and Viktor at the doors to the Great Hall where we turned and bowed to everyone. With one last wave, and a wink to my girl, we walked out of the hall.

Every single one of us was stunned as we entered into the main arena of the quidditch pitch on our way to the champions' tent. The hedges had certainly grown in the time since we had been brought here. They now stood at least twenty feet tall. They towered over all of us.

"Merlin's beard," Fleur muttered, staring straight up. "I did not expect zem to be zat tall."

"I'm not sure any of us did," Harry said in return. "There will certainly be no stepping over them this time."

I snorted because, while Harry was right about us not stepping over them, I'd still be able to jump them if needed. Viktor gave me a rueful smile as we stepped into the tent. Once again, it was set up with four sections, with beds, just as it had been for the first task. I sat down on the bed designated for me and closed my eyes, waiting to see what happened next.

I could hear when the students started leaving the castle and made their way for the stands around the pitch. I could hear teachers trying to shepherd them away from the tent we were in. I could also hear the thoughts of my family, my Bella, and the rest of our friends as they tried to get prime seating. In fact, I couldn't help but laugh as Bella stood at the end of a front row and glared down at the occupants until they moved and gave her the seats she wanted. It seemed nobody wanted to mess with her tonight. She managed to clear out the entire row, giving enough room for all of our friends and family to sit.

I stood when the judges and Ludo Bagman entered the tent. Dumbledore motioned to the champions to move in closer.

"I wanted to congratulate you before you all made your way into the arena for the start of this task. You have all performed admirably during this tournament. I could not have asked for more. Take the next few minutes to relax and prepare yourselves for this next task."

"Thank you, sir," we all said together, and then watched as all the officials left the tent.

Viktor snorted. "Well, that was a brilliant pep talk. I have had better ones before a match."

"For as happy as they are with how the tournament has gone, they're still upset at the level of comradery we've developed. Even though that was the aim."

"So zey wanted it how zey wanted it, not how it unfolded?" Fleur asked.

I nodded. "Pretty much. Especially what happened with you, Bella, and our family."

"You guys do have a knack for collecting strays." Harry laughed. "It started with my family and me."

I patted Harry on the back. "And we wouldn't have it any other way, but really, Carlisle started it years ago with me."

It was while we were laughing and joking around, trying to relax ourselves, that I heard something that caused some serious concern.

The cup is in place. Putting the extra spell on it was harder than I thought, but I got it done. The Dark Lord will be pleased.

The voice wasn't one that I recognized. But I could guess who it was.

"Welcome, welcome!" My thoughts were interrupted this time by Ludo Bagman. "Tonight marks the end of a spectacular moment in history. The resurgence of the Triwizard Tournament!" Bagman stopped speaking as cheers and screams rose up from the crowd.

Granted, a lot of people remembered the spectacle of the second task and were concerned about what was going to happen this time. But their worries were somewhat eased when they saw the maze in the quidditch pitch. They wondered what—if anything—could happen in a maze.

"Our four champions have shown exemplary dedication by not only competing against each other, but using their abilities to overcome the obstacles placed in front of them. Please welcome to center stage, with seventy-one points, the champion who decided to compete for herself, not for a school, Fleur Delacour!"

Fleur exited the tent with her usual flair to rousing applause and cheers from the gathered audience. I could tell from Madame Maxime's and Professor Dumbledore's thoughts they weren't happy with the fact that Fleur had continued to refuse to be affiliated with a school. They had kept her in the competition because of the magical binding agreement with being drawn from the Goblet of Fire, so they really had no choice. It was the same reason they'd had to keep Harry in the tournament at the beginning.

"Also, with a total of seventy-one points, your quidditch king and Durmstrang champion, Viktor Krum!"

Viktor nodded to Harry and me and exited the tent as quietly as he did everything else. Although, the difference this time was that Viktor held his head high and waved to the crowd that was screaming for him. I was glad he was finally accepting the accolades he so rightly deserved.

"Now, girls, you all learned that this one is completely off the market. He has been since he entered the wizarding world nearly five years ago. He's also the resident student vampire. With a total of eighty-five points, please welcome the Hogwarts champion, Edward Masen!"

I gave Harry a gentle pat on the shoulder as I passed him and made my way out to the arena. I found Bella and the others standing in the front row, clapping and cheering for me. Although, I could see the fear in Bella's and Alice's thoughts.

Before you ask, I haven't seen anything else. I would have written if I had. Sorry, Edward, Alice thought in my direction.

I smiled at Bella while shrugging my shoulders a little. Alice would see it and know it was for her while everyone else would think I was shrugging off the attention. I also raised my hand to run it through my hair but tapped my temple subtly.

Bella's eyebrows rose at that. You heard something. Something that you hadn't heard before. When I looked down, then back up, she knew that I had. I'll keep an ear, and eye, out.

When I reached Viktor and Fleur, Bagman spoke again. "And our surprise entrant, the one who snuck through when no other underage wizard was able too, also with eighty-five points and tied for first place, Hogwarts second champion, Harry Potter!"

Harry came out of the tent with swagger. He ran, arms in the air, putting on a show for everyone to see and cheer for.

"That's our boy!" Ludo cheered above the crowd. Once Harry joined us, Ludo spoke for a second time. "Tonight, our four champions are going to take a trip through the maze in front of us. This is no ordinary maze. It's designed to test them, to push them to their very limits. There will be obstacles to overcome. But it's not just those that will test our champions because things change in the maze. People change.

"While our champions are running around in the maze, teachers will be patrolling the outside. Specifically, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody, Professor Flitwick, and Hagrid. If the contestants get in trouble, all they need to do is send red sparks into the air. The aim of this task is to reach the Triwizard Cup that Professor Moody has placed in the center of the maze."

Bella was watching me closely so I ran my hand through my hair, tapping my temple once more.

You heard Moody … uh, Junior before? I nodded to her enquiry. Right, and whatever he thought was concerning? I nodded again. Okay. I'll send someone to watch him since he'll be patrolling the maze. Now, did you remember everything?

I smirked, holding up a wallet that I had manipulated.

Bella snorted. Why didn't you put it all in the pockets of the vest? She snorted again. You didn't really have the time. Do it when you get in the maze. It'll be easier to dig them out.

I nodded slightly, blowing her a kiss.

Love you, too. Be safe.

"The two tasks held before gave us points that tell us when the champions will enter the maze. Seeing that Edward and Harry are tied for first place, they will enter the maze first with a five-minute head start." Ludo indicated the maze behind us. We spun to see that the maze had four entrances, each color coded to match our uniforms, to indicate where we were to stand. Harry and I made our way to our respective entrances.

"There is no time limit on this task. It will take the champions as long as it takes. Once the champion reaches the cup in the middle, all they have to do is touch it, and it'll bring them back here, ending the Triwizard Tournament."

Oh, no! I thought, spinning back to Bella. That was what he had done.

We'll handle it, Edward. You just come back to me and bring Harry with you. I nodded to Bella's thoughts once again.

"Edward and Harry will enter the maze on the sound of the cannon. So, Mr. Filch, on the count of three. One … Two …" Before Ludo got to three, Filch sounded the cannon.

With a last glance at Harry, then at Bella, I made my way into the maze. I could only hope that Bella managed to get Junior under supervision.

Once I was out of sight of the judges and the crowd, the silence settled in. It wasn't the normal silence that you had when you were by yourself. This silence was anticipatory. Like it was expecting something. Like something was watching you from the dark corners that lurked around every part of the maze. For a short moment, even I was disturbed by the silence that lingered.

Instead of focusing on the lack of noise, I pulled my wallet from the back pocket of my pants and started to pull the things out to place into the pockets of my vest. I had probably overthought the things I needed as I pulled out notebooks, pens, a flashlight, and empty vials. I placed a lot of that into my right pocket, seeing as I had my wand in that hand.

If I wanted to have easy access to things, my left pocket would be the place to keep them. So, in the left pocket, I placed a myriad of potions I had concocted from the books Charlie had left behind. These were potions that I would be able to throw at obstacles to clear the way for me to pass through. We had thought of as many different things as possible, from actual obstacles, the moving hedges, different animals, to Junior himself.

I was so distracted by the fact that I was filling my pockets that I was caught completely off-guard when one of Hagrid's blast-ended Skrewts stepped into my path. I froze, looking over the Skrewt, trying to determine which end I was at. It wasn't until I saw the end facing me start to open that I knew which end I was facing. And that wasn't going to be good for me.

I reached into my left pocket, feeling for a teardrop-shaped bottle. Once I found it, I pulled it out, waited until the Skrewt was ready to spew fire, then I threw the bottle. It shattered in front of the fire end of the Skrewt, and just as the fire started to spew out, the potion burst forth and froze the fire blast coming toward me.

I was so glad that worked. Thank you, Charlie.

I managed to keep an eye on Harry as I made my way farther into the maze. So far, he hadn't encountered anything, which I knew was strange. Harry could feel that he was being watched. And if I had to hazard a guess, I would say he was being watched by Junior.

Tuning into the thoughts from outside the ring, I could hear that very thing from Junior. It seemed with the fact that Harry was now in the maze and heading in the direction that he wanted him, his thoughts were wide open. But it was another pair of thoughts I heard that gave me hope. Bella had indeed found someone to watch Junior—two someones. Kreacher and Dobby were shadowing him as he made his way around the maze.

My girl was brilliant. Who better to follow a dark wizard than someone who was able to blend into the background? House elves were very rarely noticed, even when they were outside a building.

I faintly heard the sound of the cannon announcing the entrance of Viktor and Fleur, so I knew they'd be making their way to the center of the maze as quickly as they could. I pulled out the map to see where I should go next. The maze was seriously huge, and even I could probably get lost in here, especially if the hedges were continuously moving around.

As I looked down at the map, I could see the hedges were already moving. Well, at least, they were in my section of the map. I could see Fleur and Viktor making their way through the beginning stages of the maze, but it was Harry my eyes fell to. I watched as he wandered farther ahead and farther into the maze, unencumbered. There was no movement from anything in the maze.

And it was just as I had that thought that the hedges around me started to move. At first, I froze. I had known they moved, I had seen it on the map, but being in among it was something entirely different.

It started with a strong wind blowing in from the left, and when I say strong, I mean that if I were a human, I would have had trouble moving against it. As it was, the strength of this wind even terrified me. Anyone who has seen the movie "Twister" will know that heavy things always fly better in strong winds. Instead of looking at the map to decide what way I should go, I folded the map, placed it in my pocket, and just bolted.

For the next few minutes, as the wind not only pushed me in every direction but fought against me at every turn, I ran through the maze. I didn't pay attention to any direction I was running; I just ran because it wasn't just the wind that was causing me concern. The hedges weren't just moving to close the end of the aisles. Nooooo, they were reaching out to grab a hold of me and closing the aisles both in front of and behind me as I ran through.

I couldn't tell you how long I ran or where I was going to end up. I was so confused by all the twists and turns I took that I was surprised when the hedges reached out from underneath me and were able to grab my feet and trip me up. Not something that happens to a vampire often, let me tell you.

I rolled as the hedge from the right reached out for me, only to land right in the clutches of the hedge on the left. The damn vines latched on to my legs, my torso, and reached out for my arms. I grew concerned because the more I struggled, the more the vines grew, latched on, and tried to pull me under the hedge next to me. After a few seconds of struggle, I was able to release my wand and fire the Reducto spell at the vines grabbing my legs, leaving only the vines around my chest. Those were like boa constrictors, and it seemed the more I pulled them off of me, the more there appeared to be. Eventually, I managed to release the bonds around my chest and fled where I had been held captive to where I could breathe deeply for a few minutes.

I rested my hands on my knees and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Being held captive was a scary proposition no matter who you were, doubly so for immortal vampires. But to be held captive by something that shouldn't be able to do so? Yeah, that was … I have no words.

I had thought I would have a few minutes to get my bearings, to check the map and to relax from the scare I just had with the hedges, but that wasn't to be so. As I looked up to see what was around me and where I had ended up, I came face to face with none other than a dementor. Things around me started to get cold. I could feel the happiness start to fade, but I fought against it. I had everything to be happy about, and I wasn't going to let this being tell me otherwise.

I looked closely at the dementor in front of me and realized it wasn't what one would call a normal dementor. There were slight differences to the dementors that guarded Azkaban, which told me this was not a dementor … but a— "Boggart," I breathed as I suddenly realized what I was facing.

"Riddikulus!" The spell shot out of the end of my wand, hitting the dementor square in the chest, forcing it back a few feet. Once it was there, it pulled itself into the swirling vortex it did when it was changing forms.

My wand hand twitched as I waited for the boggart to come out of its vortex. It seemed to take longer than I was used to in fact, and it made me wonder why.

I sucked in a sharp breath when the boggart that appeared before me was something I was absolutely terrified of happening, and I wasn't the only one. The boggart standing before me was a beautiful woman. A beautiful blonde woman with shimmering waist-length hair that was being blown about in all directions. But the one thing that told me who this was were the eyes that were glowing with unrestrained power. This was what Bella would be—would look like—if her siren powers took over completely.

This time "Riddikulus" was growled out in anger because I would never let that happen to my girl. She'd never become something she hated. My growl continued as the boggart pulled back into its vortex, but I couldn't help the snort of laughter before a full belly laugh erupted out of me—either from stress or because it was actually funny—at the image that was in front of me.

The boggart had turned from my beautiful girl as a siren to the Disney classical-looking mermaid flopping around in front of me. She had the shiny, scaly tail, the seashells for bra cups, and the innocently sumptuous smile. By the time I had finished laughing—and flopped to the ground in sheer exhaustion from the laughing fit—the boggart had gone poof and disappeared into nothing.

I laid on the ground, staring up at the night sky, at the stars, just resting for a few minutes. So far, this maze was way more than I was expecting, yet everything I knew would be here, all at the same time. I took a few deep breaths to try to calm my body from the experiences I had already encountered before I stood to take stock of where I was. I pulled the map out of my pocket and had another look. It seemed that Harry had made it farther within the maze while Fleur and Viktor were still playing catch up behind me. They were being stalled by the moving hedges, making their progress that much harder.

I moved along the aisle I was in, following the path that took me to Harry the fastest. I had just rounded my third corridor when things changed again. I had closed my eyes to blink, for one slow second—I heard Fleur scream, there was nothing I could do about it right now—and when I opened them, the world seemed to be brighter, more alight, as if I'd stumbled upon a bright summer's day. Not only that, but the world seemed to have tilted on its axis. In fact, the world was trying very hard to appear upside down, with the sky at my feet and the earth above my head.

The thing was the spell used to create this illusion wasn't strong enough for my vampiric senses. I could see the maze beyond the illusion that was being projected. I could see the maze hedges move as the wind whipped around; I could see the vines at the bottom reaching out for someone passing by. There didn't seem to be any obvious way out of this particular illusion, so I decided the best way for me was to move forward. It only took one step for the upside-down world to disappear like a puff of smoke.

"Hmph," I breathed out. I didn't expect the maze to affect me this much. They certainly put some thought into it.

Instead of stopping like I wanted to, I continued on in the direction I had memorized, slowly making my way toward Harry and the others. I had to get to Fleur and make sure she was okay.

I had to skid to a stop when I rounded the next corner only to come face to, well, face with something furry. I studied the animal as it stood before me, not scared in the slightest. I wondered whether this was another test of the maze when the animal—a Kneazle I recognized from our studies, a small cat-like creature with flecked, speckled, or spotted fur (flecked and speckled as this case may be), overly large ears, and a lion's tail—tilted its head at me.

I knew from the research we had done that these animals were intelligent, almost scarily so. It could detect the dishonesty of people it came across, and if it took a liking to a witch or wizard, it would protect it to the best of its ability.

Hello, the cat thought. You're not like the others around here.

"Neither are you."

A very feline smirk overtook the Kneazle's face. No, no I am not. Come. We have much to do and not a lot of time to get it done. It spun and stalked away from me in the way I had been heading while I stood frozen on the spot. Are you coming?

"What are you doing?" I asked as I started after it.

I have been sensing dishonesty all over that school. The strength of it drew me in from the forest. But it came to a head today when I came across this teacher. A picture of Junior leaving the maze crossed the Kneazle's mind. His mind was like nothing I'd ever read from a beast before. I knew they were intelligent, but this was more than I expected.

"Barty Crouch Junior hiding as Professor Alistair Moody," I murmured. "Not a very nice wizard at all."

The cat snorted from in front of me. And as dishonest as the day is long. The strength of it drew me to the maze where I observed him tinkering with all sorts of things. And in this section of the maze the most. As soon as he looked at me, I knew I had to come and help. There was no other reason for the inexplicable urge to get into this maze. Ahhh … right around this corner.

The Kneazle led me around the corner, right to where Fleur was lying unconscious. I fell to the ground at her side and ran my eyes over her to make sure there was no obvious injuries, but I was unable to find any. I reached out to lightly grip her shoulder and gave it a little shake. "Fleur? Fleur, can you hear me? Wake up."

There was no reaction from her at all. She was down for the count. "Can you tell what happened to her? And do you have a name that I can call you?"

The Kneazle stood up from the seated position it had taken at Fleur's feet and walked along the opposite side to me. It sniffed along her arm, over her shoulder, right up to the top of her head. This creature has been hit with a stunning curse. Not a strong one—she will be awake before long. It was performed by the other one, the big one. Although, he seems to be under a curse of his own. You may call me Salem.

"How ironic." I smiled at the fact that this cat had a name that matched the most famous witch trials in America. "And I wouldn't be calling her a creature. Veela, yes. Creature, no. In fact, my mate is a Veela. This is her cousin."

I apologize. Salem bowed his head. You should call for help. We have to continue moving to catch the person who did this.

I drew my wand and fired red sparks into the air. "You need to get out of here, Salem. I can handle anything that comes my way. And I know what needs to happen."

Salem froze at my words. I don't know that I can. I feel this need to protect you.

I nodded as I smiled. "I know. It's how you found me. I guess Bella isn't the only one who's able to acquire pets." I reached out and gave Salem a pat from head to tail, causing him to let out a rumbling purr, much like my own. "But I need you to go find my Bella, keep her safe, and calm for me. Something will happen tonight, and she might panic. Having you there will keep her more even-keeled."

How will she know what I'm there for?

With a circling swish to my wand and an "Expecto Patronum," my snow leopard leapt out of the end of my wand. "Let Bella know to look after Salem until I get back. I'll tell her all about it then." My patronus took off without waiting for anything else. "She'll know to look after you. Can I trust you to look after her?"

Without a doubt. Be careful.

Salem and I separated and went in opposite directions. He was going to follow my scent back to Bella and use that to identify her while I went off after Viktor and Harry. I could hear Professors McGonagall and Flitwick making their way toward Fleur as I bolted through the maze, around corners, and dodging hedges as they moved to intercept my path. It got so bad at one point that I had to use one of my freezing potions at a five-way intersection to stop them all coming together at once.

A few more turns and I came upon a scene I never wanted to see. Viktor was stalking Harry from behind. It looked like what could be one of my nightmares if I slept. I followed along silently, waiting to see what Viktor would do. I hoped to get a bead on his thoughts, but when I looked, I saw the blissed-out thoughts of someone who was being controlled by the Imperious Curse. The one thing I learned while watching those under the Imperious Curse, the one thing that stood out, was the fact that I could hear the controller's thoughts in their minds over the blissed-out thoughts.

And running all through Viktor's mind were the directions coming from none other than Barty Crouch Junior. On the plus side, Barty didn't want Harry hurt, he just wanted Viktor to tail Harry to make sure he got to the center of the maze and that Harry got his hands on the cup.

I had to know if Viktor could break out of it on his own, or if I had to make sure he'd be safe until one of us could help him out of it.

"Viktor!" I shouted, gaining the attention of both him and Harry. "Viktor, you have to snap out of it."

They both spun around to face me—Harry's face full of surprise, Viktor's blank and glazed over.

"Attack him. Stop him," Junior's voice growled through Viktor's head. "Don't let him stop Harry Potter."

Without conscious thought, Viktor threw a spell at me. He didn't even say the spell, which meant I had to dodge it and roll around a corner because I didn't know what it was. For the next few minutes, I grappled with Viktor, waiting for an opening to send a stunning spell in his direction. Eventually, I had to climb up on top of the maze and use my speed against Viktor to be able to get into position behind him.

Once there, I called out, "Stupefy!" Viktor spun just as the spell launched out of the end of my wand and hit him right in the chest. The strength of the spell threw him back several feet and knocked him onto his back. I ran over to Viktor to make sure I hadn't hurt him inadvertently with the strength of my spell. Once I had determined he was fine, I fired the red sparks up in the air and spun around, only to find that Harry had slipped away while I was distracted with Viktor.

"God damn it, Harry!" I roared into the sky. "This is not the time to run."

You just want the cup for yourself, I heard him think. I'm going to be the Triwizard Tournament Champion, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

I sighed and closed my eyes. This is the point in time where someone would say, "I told you so". When they say hindsight is 20/20. We should have told Harry what we suspected about the vision and what the real Moody had been saying. And if we had, maybe, just maybe, Harry wouldn't be trying to escape a vampire and running toward what was going to be the most terrifying thing he'd faced since the night his mother died. At least, he wouldn't be doing it by himself.

Bella and I were going to have to come clean about a lot of things after this tournament was over. It was time we started to rely on the others to help us figure things out. Things worked out better when we all worked together.

Besides, there were things Harry needed to know—it really was as simple as that.

I took off once more after Harry. This time, I used my sense of smell to follow the trail he'd left behind. I couldn't believe how far he'd come in a short amount of time. I didn't think I'd been fighting Viktor that long. But after taking the right that was up ahead, a couple of lefts, and another right, before a straight through, I came across the next obstacle. One that Harry had already passed.

There in the path, pacing backward and forward, was something I didn't think I'd ever see outside of Egypt. With a large golden lion-shaped body, a long yellowish tail with a tuft of fur at the end, great clawed paws, and the head of a woman was a Sphinx. Something rumored to never leave the warmth of their desert climate.

When I came to a skidding stop, the Sphinx's head snapped in my direction. She was looking at me through large almond-shaped eyes and a head of golden hair. "Halt, wizard."

"But I need to catch up to my friend who has already passed you."

The Sphinx angled her body so it wasn't just her head that was facing me. She sat, quite regally, and looked down her nose at me. "If you wish to pass me by and advance on through the maze, you need to answer me this:

"First think of the person who lives in disguise,

Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.

Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,

The middle of the middle, the end of the end?

And finally, give me the sound often heard,

During a search for a hard-to-find word.

Now string them together and answer me this,

Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?"

I stared at the Sphinx in abject awe. She wanted me to solve a riddle to pass? I rolled my eyes as I closed them and dropped my head to my hands. Of course, she did. Sphinxes do nothing but talk in riddles, and they get really pissed off if you can't answer them.

So, I ran through the different sections of the riddle. A person who lives in disguise, tells nothing but lies … I thought about someone like that, someone who wanted to remain hidden, much like Junior. They would be considered a … a … spy.

What is the last thing to mend?Last thing to mend? Hems? Sleeves? The middle of the middle, the end of the end? Oh, duh. The last of mend is a "D". The middle of middle and end of end is also a "D".

What sound does someone say when they are looking for a hard-to-find word? The girls use things such as … like, um, well, and … er. I nodded. I've seen Esme do enough crosswords that she says "er" a lot when she's either got too many words or not enough.

Now to string them together … Spy … d … er.

"Come, wizard. What is the answer?"

I stood, looking her straight in the eye. "The answer is spider," I stated with all the confidence I could muster.

The Sphinx stared me down before she stood, took a step to the side, and then sat down again. I slowly took a step, then another, then one more, and when she didn't make a move toward me, I sprinted past her to continue following Harry's scent trail.

It didn't take me long to find him, and I think I just about died when I came upon him. Harry was right in front of me … fighting an Acrumantula—one of Aragog's children, I had no doubt. I wonder how they convinced Hagrid to recruit one of his friend's children. Although, if I knew anything, it was that Aragog would want revenge for me killing his children last year. Well, he wasn't going to get it this time.

Harry was flinging spells left and right all while trying to keep out of the reach of the spider's reach. Its legs, its pincers, and especially its venomous fangs. Without thought, I jumped into the fight in the best way I knew how—physically. I sprinted forward, dove around Harry, and slid right under the spider, gripping one of its legs as I slid past. As I slid out the other side, the spider tripped and rolled, following after me.

For the next few minutes, both Harry and I fought with the spider. Him firing spells, me using my strength. By the time we were done, the spider was missing a few legs, was cold to the touch, and died with his legs in their air.

"What the hell were those potions?" Harry blurted while he was panting with his hands on his knees.

I was panting as well. Those spiders were damn scary. "Freezing potions. Gives you an advantage over your opponents by momentarily freezing them. Charlie was a damn genius."

"You're not wrong."

It was at that point Harry and I realized the cup was just a few short meters away from us. Harry stood up straight, as did I, and we looked at each other for a few moments. Without thought, Harry turned and made a beeline for it.

"Harry, wait!" I called, using my speed to catch up and plant myself in front of him, preventing him from reaching for the cup. "Please?"

"Why? You just want the cup for yourself!" he accused, attempting to find a way around me.

I shrugged with my hands out wide. "You're not wrong. I want to prove my prowess to Bella. But that's not the reason. Well, not the only one."

"Prowess," Harry scoffed. "Like you have anything to prove. Besides, if anyone has something to prove, it's me. And why not me since I was the surprise entrant. The underdog! Why should I wait?"

"Because Alice had a vision a few years ago of this very thing. Although, it was slightly different."

"What?" he breathed before turning furious, rightly so. "Why didn't you tell me?" he raged, "What else did she see?"

"All she saw was that when we grab that cup, we're transferred to a graveyard where I am hit with the killing curse by Wormtail …" I stopped for a moment because I wasn't sure if this was the time to tell Harry everything, but the look on his face said I better. "Bella and I also discovered that the man who is imitating Moody is actually Barty Crouch Junior, who killed his father, Barty Crouch Senior, not too long ago. And everything that is going to happen in that graveyard tonight has to happen. For no other reason than because we need it to stop Voldemort in the future."

"Voldemort?" Harry growled. "What do you mean? What does this have to do with Voldemort?"

I shrugged helplessly. "Until we get to that graveyard and experience what is going to happen, I have absolutely no idea what it has to do with Voldemort. Except that Wormtail is … was part of his inner circle."

Harry glowered at me as he paced around the space we were standing in. His thoughts were extremely angry—so angry, in fact, that he couldn't articulate anything in his thoughts. He was trying to use the pacing as a way to calm down even though it wasn't working. I waited him out because he had every right to be angry.

He ended up standing in front of me. He pointed at my chest, poking me as he spoke. "After this is all over, you will tell me everything. The whole reason this large family works is because we've been honest with each other. If this has to do with me, my past, my future, I deserve to know!"

I was nodding the whole time he was speaking while I held my hands in the air. "We didn't keep it from you out of malice, Harry. We wanted more information. But you are correct. We should have given you the option because it does concern you."

"Good." Harry sighed. He indicated toward the cup, and we both made our way to it, standing on either side. "On three, we'll grab the cup."

I nodded. "On three."

We both held up a hand, each poised to grab a handle. Together we counted. "One … Two … Three …"

We both grabbed a handle at the same time. As soon as we did, I felt the familiar pull from my naval—indicating travel with a portkey—and we were pulled from the middle of the maze, leaving behind safety and everyone we knew.

~*~UHS~*~

So that happened. Where are they going?

Have a good time on New Years Eve. See you next year!