Harry had finally found out what that bloody egg meant. And, just in time. The next challenge was in two days. And Hagrid was now taking me down to the lake.
"Don't worry. Harry'll save yeh. Or 'omeone else will." Hagrid said as he helped me into the lake. My mind was very dizzy, probably from the potion I had received earlier. I felt hands grab me, but I didn't resist.
As I broke to the surface I opened my eyes, to see that I was in Harry's arms, and a few other students sat around us, crying as they greeted their parents. Harry was shaking with cold, but he held me close. Towels and blankets were wrapped around us, and I didn't really care about Harry's score as I stroked his hair, letting him bury his face in my neck as I felt his chest rise and fall.
Once we were dry, Harry and I sat by the fire, together. Harry slowly looked over at me. "I didn't know where you were. I thought…I thought I was going to lose you." He spoke, softly. I looked over at him, but I didn't speak. Harry was upset, and for once I didn't know what to say. I kissed his scar, and smiled at the shivering reaction I received. He smiled, and someone behind us spoke.
"When are you two going to go out? We've all been waiting for ages." Dean Thomas said, rather annoyedly. I laughed and shook my head.
Nothing had been eventful that week. I couldn't even remember the time of the day when I was around Harry. He was all that mattered. And now the third and final task lay ahead of him. The Maze. As I stared out from my window at all the hedges. I heard the trumpet sound but I didn't move from my place. I could see them from here better than I could from down there. And excruciating minutes past, and long long seconds slipped by. And then they both laid a hand on the trophy. And they were gone. Everyone murmured, before I felt a similar pulling sensation, and landed perfectly on a grave stone. Cedric had already been taken. Whispering a soft prayer, I walked towards my father, wand in hand. But I moved past him, and to the bound Harry. He gave a soft whimper, and I noticed the cut on his arm. Father and Wormtail were busy, and I quickly worked to try and remove his bounds. Something hard struck me in the back, someone trying to get me to fall. I bit my lip, ignoring the blood that started to leak from it as I felt someone grab me by the scruff of my neck.
Grabbing the dagger that had been discarded, I made a slashing motion at whoever's neck. It had been Draco's. He moved back, but just enough to get nicked. He put his hand there, wiping away the blood.
"Pathetic. You don't even have a good shot." He said, as he reached for the dagger. Dodging him, I plunged the silver metal into his left arm. He cried out in pain, pulling it from his arm as Lucius ran from the crowd. He struck me across the face, his eyes narrowed.
"Backstabber." Draco looked at me, tears in his eyes. I had really truly hurt him. I felt struggling at my feet, before I was knocked unconscious by a spell.
My eyes opened slowly, and I heard talking around my bedside before someone yelled out,
"She's awake!". I heard the shuffling of footsteps and someone drew back the curtain as I moved to sit up.
"Lay back," Someone instructed, gently pushing my chest back. I suddenly remembered. "Where's Harry?" Suddenly the door slammed open and I heard running, and Harry ran in, hugging me tightly.
"He's back." He murmured, and I felt the sadness that had claimed me.
The year ended. I had no where to go, so I was going to stay with the Weasleys'. I hugged Harry tightly against me, and I had no idea when we'd see each other again.
Waving goodbye, I ignored the tears in my eyes as we left the train station. I was going to miss Harry.