*A/N: Well, well, well. Look what we have in this chapter. Someone amongst the three fifteen year olds is the youngest Death Eater in history. We also meet Marcella, DéShaun's girlfriend, in a rather pitiful way, and a secret about DéShaun and Harry's life is revealed that could change them forever. Who is the Death Eater? Who is Marcella and what happened to her? And what is this life changing secret? Well, find out in Chapter 7: Task 3-The Dementor's Effect!*

                                                      Chapter 7: Task 3-The Dementor's Effect
            The gang was finally out of the elemental pathway, and now they were inside a dungeon. A faint blue moonlight emanated from barred windows from above.
            "Well, I guess this is the Third Task," Cho noted, "but exactly what do we do?"
            "This seems to be another obstacle course," DéShaun acknowledged in bewilderment. All of a sudden, the sides of the whole dungeon lit with fire, now blocking the doorway from whence they came. Cho quickly came close to Harry, almost being engulfed by the flames. Now the entirety of the room was revealed, and indeed it was an obstacle course. Spiked wrecking balls had been swinging from left to right, and a pool was filled with violent Grindylows. At the end of the room was a door with the brightest gold trimming that Harry has ever imagined.
            "So, now you know about my little trap," a voice had boomed. It was Minglewatts, but he was nowhere to be seen. "I suppose you intend to stop me?"
            "We don't intend to stop you," Chennelle retorted with sarcasm, "We will stop you! There's no way you're getting anywhere near Harry!"
            "Oh, but it won't be that easy to stop me, for you see you still have one more task left to complete. By the way, I have a little surprise that I am dying to show you right about now."
            He then Apparated on a high pedestal, and with a flick of his wand, a glass coffin appeared in thin air, encasing a dark skin girl with unexplainable beauty. Her hair was a few inches pass her shoulders, and was the color of ebony black. She had full lips, and her eyes were beautiful, even though they were closed.
            "Hey, isn't that the daughter of the famous Aurors, Sir and Madame Dillard?" Hermione questioned.
            "Marcella!" DéShaun roared, "What have you done to her you bastard!?"
            "Now, now, dear boy," said Minglewatts with a voice much like Lucius Malfoy, "She's not dead of course. She's been put under a deep sleep with a Drafting Potion that I gave her. Her parents were already on my case when I, the second most powerful Death Eater, was in search of The Boy Who Lived. When you three, or rather two heroic youngsters also caught on to my plot, I had frozen you and kidnapped the daughter of my enemies, knowing that one day the famous Harry Potter will aid you in your rescue as well as hers."
            "Wait a minute, what do you mean by two heroic youngsters?"
            "Well as they say, keep your friends closer but your enemies closest," Michael narrated. He then walked forward and in a quick flash Apparated next to Minglewatts. A smile grew across his plump, rosy cheeks that made him look like a caramel colored snowman.
            "Michael, how could you!" Chennelle screamed.
            "Well, when they offered me to join them, they saw potential in me. They made me realize that I had power, more power than that crackpot Dumbledore could ever teach. I would be known as the youngest Death Eater in all of Wizarding History! Not even you two could amount to the power that I have" He then removed his cloak, showing a semi-visible Dark Mark on the right side of his neck.
            "Enough chit-chat," Minglewatts sneered, "we have an agenda to keep. See you soon." The two sinister Death Eaters had then Disapparated, along with the coffin.
            "So, DéShaun, what connection did you have with the Aurors' daughter?" Ron inquired.
            "Isn't it obvious?" DéShaun said, holding back his tears of anger. "Marcella is my girlfriend. We were kind of like Harry and Cho when they were young. She was popular and I was one of the lucky ones to know her. Surprisingly we had interest in each other, and the rest is history. And now it has come to this." He then balled his hands into fists. The fury was rising slowly through his body. Somehow, Harry had felt it rising. "I will not let her down! Never!"
            DéShaun then broke into a run, being followed by everyone else. They had dodged the wrecking balls by forward rolling and ducking the best they could. But they didn't catch up to DéShaun, for his rage and ferocity had built up enough to neither slow him down nor halt him. The only time he stopped was to place an Impervius Spell on himself before he dived into the pool. They all had followed him, now struggling with the little sea demons. With only a few scratches, they managed to get out of the pool with only one of the Grindylows clinging onto Harry's ankle. As Harry shook it off and caught up with the rest of them, many openings in the walls were exposed, now shooting  arrows and spikes.
            "IMPEDIMENTIA!" they quickly bellowed, and with the power of all of their jinxes, the spikes and arrows came to a complete stop an inch before piercing them. They had all reached the door finally and entered it.
            They were now inside a room almost similar to the Chamber of Secrets with its snakehead statues. The room was decorated with stained glass windows that depicted many Dark Wizards, one of them Salazar Slytherin and even Lord Voldemort. Then, a sliding sound was heard, followed by a thump.
            "I hope that I'm only hearing things," Padma shuddered, "but does that sound like a gigantic snake?"
            "Not only is it a gigantic snake," Seamus reassured her, "it's a possible Basilisk."
            Sure enough he was right. All they saw was the outline before they shielded their eyes.
            "I'll take care of it!" Chennelle muttered under her arms. "OCULOUS PROTECTO!"  A pair of green tinted spectacles had been placed upon each face.
            Why did she give us sunglasses? Harry thought with bewilderment, and at this time?
            "Well, if you think you can survive without the Basilisk Spectacles," Chennelle chastised, "then I will be glad to take them back. You can uncover your eyes now." Harry, once again feeling utterly stupid, had forgotten about her ability to read minds. The Basilisk was now right in front of them, his yellow eyes glaring at them.
            Please do not be afraid, he said, (A/N: Mind you, only DéShaun and Harry can understand Parseltounge) for I am here to aid you.
            "And exactly how can you help us?" DéShaun said. Spitting sounds and hissing was all that the others, excluding Harry, were hearing.
            Forgive me, the massive snake hissed. My name is Coracles. I was forced to be part of Minglewatts plans to kill you, but I do not partake in evil deeds. As I was about to say, I have knowledge of a shortcut to whom you wish to save. But I must warn you, there is danger afoot at your final destination.
            "Don't worry," said Harry, "We can take it."
            Very well then, Coracles hissed with a weird sigh. Climb onto my back and I shall take you there. So they all climbed his silky smooth back, and he then started to slither and slink through many passages and tunnels. He had finally come to a dead end, where he then hissed a password. The wall had then dissolved into an archway.
            This is where I bid you fair well, Coracles spattered. He then bowed his colossal head and slithered into what was total darkness. Harry and the gang continued to walk, and after what seemed to be fifteen minutes they finally reached the glass coffin. Out of the blue, a mist of gray smoke and clouds had encircled them, and around a hundred Dementors were now around them. Then, Minglewatts and Michael had Apparated, with cold smirks on their faces. In particular, Harry and DéShaun now were being slowly weakened by the Dementor's effect. Harry started to hear the screaming of his mother the night that she was murdered.
            "Now, you probably thought you would save Marcella and leave didn't you?" Michael said in a high-pitched voice, directing it towards DéShaun. "Well, now you only have one choice. You and Chennelle can join the Death Eaters, and we can all still be friends. We will also let Marcella go, and you can be together once more."
            "Only a true friend would let her go!" Chennelle struggled. "We will never join you!"
            "Well, it will be so sad to see family die together," Minglewatts sighed. He also directed this to DéShaun.
            "Family?" DéShaun choked out.
            "And to think you can read minds. Who here shares the equal amount of weakness that you do? Who here would you cope with better? Since you really didn't know you're father, who else here could have shocked you with the news? Who here has a resemblance to you?"
            "No…it can't be…Harry?"
            "Bravo, young lad. Although it may seem that James Potter was killed when Harry was one, he had an affair with your mother before he died. They used a Pregnancy Protection Charm, but when the three-year time limit expired, you were conceived. Unfortunately he had to put marriage first, and even if he was still alive, he wouldn't love you as much as he did Harry."
            "That's not true," Harry battled his weakness. "Even if my father was alive, he would still love DéShaun, no matter what the circumstances."
            "Well, that was touching," Michael said, giving off a fake yawn. "Oh well time for you to die. Or at least get your souls sucked out by the Dementor's Kiss."
            I cannot let DéShaun down, Harry thought. Then, something eerie happened.
            [Don't worry, Harry,] DéShaun's voice came. [As long as we stick together, we can overcome this.]
            With a weird instinct, they both withdrew their wand, and thought of what truly made them happy. Harry had thought of Cho, whereas DéShaun had thought of Marcella, him and her embracing each other. They concentrated on their happiness, nothing else, and then…
            "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" they simultaneously bellowed. All of a sudden, two gleaming stags had then emerged from their wands, galloping madly around the Dementors. The Dementors were driven away in the same clouds and smoke that they entered by. The energy and warmth had come back to all of them, and now Minglewatts and Michael had the look of disappointment along with victory.
            "That was pretty heroic," a sarcastic Michael said with his mouse of a voice. "Well, that doesn't change anything. Say good-bye to your half brother, Potter!"
            "Oh no you don't you fat son of a bitch!" Cho shouted, but before she withdrew her wand, Chennelle beat her to the punch line.
            "AVADA KEDAVRA!" she shrieked, and now Michael was engulfed in the green light and the high rushing sound that was the Killing Curse. "You're next, you slick talking faggot!" She then pointed her wand to Minglewatts, but he then Apparated.
            "You haven't seen the last of me, imbeciles!" His voice projected.
            DéShaun then walked up to the glass coffin and opened it. He then stared at Marcella for a moment. He knew what he must do.
            Are you sure it will work? Harry communicated to DéShaun.
            [I'm going to try,] DéShaun replied in Harry's mind.
            "What is he doing?" Ron asked as he saw DéShaun bend over the side of the coffin.
            "Well, it's kind of like Sleeping Beauty," Hermione answered. "He's trying the 'true love's kiss' method."
            "Who's 'Sleeping Beauty'?" Padma, Ron, and Seamus asked simultaneously.
            "Long story," Harry said. "Just watch and see what happens."
            Just then, DéShaun had locked lips with the beautiful girl in the casket, and all of a sudden, a scarlet glow emanated around her heart. She woke up, fluttering her eyelids and revealing dark brown eyes.
            "DéShaun…" she stammered, "Is…that…you?"
            "Yes, yes it is me," he replied. He then picked her up out of the coffin, and while still carrying her they both passionately kissed. He then paused for one second.
            "Watch it buddy!" he said to Seamus. Evidently he was thinking about something dealing with DéShaun and Marcella. Suddenly, an Acromantula jumped from the ceiling. His pincers clicked furiously with every word that he spoke. His eight black beady eyes had stared at all of them.
            "Well, what do we have here?" he clicked. "Fresh meat that hasn't been touched!"
            "Actually," Marcella said backing away from the spider, her voice sounding like a lovely bird song sung in spring, "we were just leaving."
            "But I cannot let you go, for I haven't even been fed yet by my master. You should taste quite delightful, maybe even like chicken lasagna with an apple martini. Now, I shall devour you." But before he finished his pounce, Coracles had emerged from a nearby hole in the ground. He then bit into the Acromantula, submitting poisonous venom into his blood stream. The immense spider then rotted in his doom.
            "Thanks, Coracles," DéShaun said to him. Marcella had jumped because she never heard DéShaun speak the language of snakes. "It's ok, I'm not a Dark Wizard," he then assured her.
            Shall I take you to Minglewatts for you to finish him off Coracles hissed. They all had climbed on his back, Marcella behind DéShaun with her hands around his waist, and Coracles then took them down the hole that he came from. Now, it was time for the final showdown with Minglewatts.

*A/N: Well, that was a touching and surprising chapter. Some of you may be asking what happened to Malfoy and the rest of them. Minglewatts had duplicated himself so he could take care of Harry himself. Malfoy and the other people were doing separate tasks, and so we kept the Harry Potter storyline. (If anyone by chance is confused {and I know you are} feel free to e-mail me at pantro128@aol.com).I promise that the next chapter will have more to do with Harry and Cho, but get ready for Chapter 8: Task 4-The Showdown With Minglewatts!! ~~*) *   HarryPotter0013