It had been days since Bree had sent the letter to Uncle Vince and currently the blond was bored. Very, very bored. She vocalized this to the others occupants of the common room.

"You should be getting ready for the last task." Hermione stated.

Bree sighed. "I have been for the last couple of days, the twins were teaching me some of the more advanced spells, but I got kind of bored practicing the same spells over and over, so I started making up my own. Now Fred is unconscious and George won't speak to me…. Not that he can." The blond looked Hermione in the eye.

"You now that saying "Cat got your tongue"? It's like that only with a small angry lizard. And screaming. And blood." Bree said. Awkward silence descended.

It was Bree who broke the silence. "By the way the spell for summoning a hoard of angry lizards is "Iratus lacertae hic" which is apparently Latin for "angry lizards here."


It was a Monday. Bree didn't like Mondays because the weekend always ended on a Monday. Today Bree's problem with Monday was that she had divination, it was a warm day and Trelawney never put out the fire in her class room.

The dimly lit room was swelteringly hot. The fumes from the perfumed fire were heavier than ever. Bree opened one of the windows and sat down.

"My dears," said Professor Trelawney, sitting down in her winged armchair in front of the class and peering around at them all with her strangely enlarged eyes, "we have almost finished our work on planetary divination. Today, however, will be an excellent opportunity to examine the effects of Mars, for he is placed most interestingly at the present time. If you will all look this way, I will dim the lights…"

She waved her wand and the lamps went out. The fire was the only source of light now. Professor Trelawney bent down and lifted, from under her chair, a miniature model of the solar system, contained within a glass dome. It was a beautiful thing; each of the moons glimmered in place around the nine planets and the fiery sun, all of them hanging in thin air beneath the glass. Bree decided to get the Doctor to take her to see the real thing. Professor Trelawney began to point out the fascinating angle Mars was making to Neptune.

It was all very peaceful. And then Harry started screaming. He was thrashing on the floor clutching his scar.

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor of Professor Trelawney's room. His eyes were watering. The whole class was standing around him. Ron was kneeling next to him, looking terrified. Bree was on his other side, feeling a bit sick.

"You all right?" Ron asked.

"Of course he isn't!" exclaimed Professor Trelawney, looking thoroughly excited. Her great eyes loomed over Harry, gazing at him. "What was it Potter? A premonition? An apparition? What did you see?"

"Nothing." Harry sated. Bree helped him sit up. He was shaking.

"You were clutching your scar!" said Professor Trelawney. "You were rolling on the floor, clutching your scar! Come now Potter, I have experience in these matters!"

Harry looked up at her.

"I need to go to the hospital wing, I think," he said. "Bad headache."

"My dear, you were undoubtedly stimulated by the extraordinary clairvoyant vibrations of my room!" said Professor Trelawney. "If you leave now, you may lose the opportunity to see further than you have ever -"

"Shut up." Bree growled.

"I don't want to see anything except a headache cure," Harry mumbled.

He stood up. The class backed away. They all looked unnerved.

"See you later," Harry muttered to Ron, and he picked up his bag and headed for the trapdoor, ignoring Professor Trelawney, who was wearing an expression of great frustration, as though she had just been denied a real treat. Bree was glaring at her. Suddenly Trelawney seemed to remember something.

"What about you?" she asked.

"What?" Bree snapped.

"It's been nearly a year now. Have you come to terms with you saw in the orb?" Trelawney pressed.

Oh. Third year. The crystal ball. Bree had zoned out and Trelawney had thought she had gone into a trance. With everything else that had happened, Bree had forgotten about that day. Bree could feel the traces of a smile tugging at her lips. She let out a laugh. The incident with the crystal ball hadn't been a vision, but Bree had had visions. She had seen things because of the psychic worm. She realized that she had been having visions all of her life, she just hadn't realized it until recently. Technically she had come to terms with the things she had saw. She just never saw any of those things in the orb.

"There are extraordinary things out there. Extraordinary people did, are doing, going to extraordinary thing and made, are making, are going to make, extraordinary discoveries. Past, present, future. Time is progressing, lives are changing, the universe is moving, twisting, turning, beautiful, ugly, twisted, perfect, glittering, chaotic, destructive, constructive, and alive." The class was staring at her. Bree closed her eyes and smiled. It was rare smile. Not a grin or smirk meant to intimidate or so the world that she didn't give a damn, but a blissful, happy smile. Bree opened her eyes.

"You're never going to see any of it. You spend all your time up here in this tower, trying to force yourself to see the future that you really shouldn't worry about. Even if you see it, you can't change it. If it's supposed to happen it will happen. If it's not supposed to happen then…" Bree shrugged, she had wanted to say then a mad-man in a blue box will come fix it but couldn't, "You shouldn't be spending your whole life trying to see the future. You should be going out there and living in the present."

"But you have seen visions of the beyond." Trelawney pressed. The smile vanished from Bree's face. She sighed in exasperation and left the classroom.


While Trelawney was convinced that Bree had the gift of prophecy, the rest of the class wasn't so sure. It was Bree after all, she had a tendency to make things up and play pranks, there was no way she could see the future, right?

Lavender and Parvati would point and whisper when Bree was around, and pretty soon the whole school knew.

"Hey Smith! Make any predictions lately!" Draco taunted, some other Slytherins snickering behind him.

"Yeah. You're going to die a virgin." Bree responded dryly. Fred and George began laughing and the Slytherins were now snickering at Draco.


As a Tri-Wizard champion, Bree was exempt from the end-of-term exams so that she could prepare for the last task. Instead of practicing spells the way she had before, the twins (after getting Bree to promise that she wouldn't create any new spells) dueled with Bree. This method was far more interesting and didn't result in any "mishaps."

Bree got frustrated with Trelawney because she kept pushing Bree for a prediction. Eventually Bree got fed up and gave her one. It didn't have anything to do with Hogwarts or the Wizarding world and as long as the Doctor didn't catch wind of it right away the timeline would stay intact.

"Silence will fall when the question is asked." Bree stated. "There" she thought "let that screw with your head for awhile."

"What question?" Trelawney asked.

"The obvious one."

Trelawney took Bree's prediction and expanded on it, calling for the end of the world in a frenzy that can only be matched by a toddler on caffeine. She had to be sedated by Madam Pomfrey and Divination was cancelled indefinitely.


Bree had been called to the headmasters office.

"I assume you know why you're here." he stated as Bree engaged in a staring contest with Fawkes the phoenix.

"Because I made Trelawney have a breakdown." Bree answered, never breaking eye contact with Fawkes.

"Yes. The other students said you made a prediction. "Silence will fall when the question is asked." Is this correct?" Dumbledore inquired.

Bree's eyes were starting to water. She blinked. Fawkes looked mug. Bree finally looked at Dumbledore. "Actually now that I think about it a better way to put would be "Silence must fall when the question is asked."" she explained.

"What is the question?" the Headmaster asked.

"There isn't one. I made it up." Bree lied.

"Are you sure that there's nothing you want to tell me?" Dumbledore pressed.

"Yes. There is nothing that I want to tell you." Bree stated truthfully.


Bree was surprised when she got a letter from Percy one morning.

"Dear Miss Smith," it read.

"It has come to my attention that ambassador "John Smith" is not an ambassador and I will be informing the Ministry of magic of this so that they can press charges.

Sincerely,

Percy Weasley."

Bree responded with her own letter.

"Dear Percy,

I am well aware that "John Smith" is not an ambassador. He saved my life. He's saved a lot of peoples lives. A lot of important people. They wouldn't allow him to be sent to jail, and really, no one would be able to catch him. So, good luck with that.

Sincerely,

Bree"

Bree soon received two more letters. The first one was from Percy. His hand writing was rather shaky.

"Dear Bree,

I changed my mind.

Percy"

The second one was from… someone.

"Dear stunningly attractive blond of superior intelligence,

We got Percy to change his mind.

Sincerely,

You'll figure it out.

P.S If you ever find yourself in a creepy graveyard, HIT THE DECK!"

P.P.S Loop de loop.


Rita Skeeter hadn't written an article since Bree had met with Uncle Vince. Hermione was convinced that Bree had something to with her sudden absence from the media. Bree would respond to this accusation with a grin before stating "Honestly Hermione, I don't know what happed to Skeeter." Which was true. Bree had no idea what Vince had done to Rita.

At breakfast on the morning of the Third task Hermione kept shooting suspicious looks at Bree. Professor McGonagall came walking alongside the Gryffindor table toward Harry and.

"Potter, Smith, the champions are congregating in the chamber off the Hall after breakfast," she said.

"But the task's not till tonight!" said Harry, accidentally spilling scrambled eggs down his front, afraid he had mistaken the time.

"I'm aware of that, Potter," she said. "The champions' families are invited to watch the final task, you know. This is simply a chance for you to greet them." She moved away.

Bree stared. Her parents lives were scheduled well in advance. In order for either of them to show up they would have had to have been invited last year. Or Bree would have to attempt to seize the Malfoy fortune again and/or kill someone.

"She doesn't expect the Dursleys to turn up, does she?" he asked Ron blankly.

"Dunno," said Ron. "Harry, I'd better hurry, I'm going to be late for Binns. See you later."

Bree and Harry finished their breakfasts in the emptying Great Hall. Fleur Delacour got up from the Ravenclaw table and join Cedric as he crossed to the side chamber and entered. Krum slouched off to join them shortly afterward. Harry stayed where he was and Bree was stirring the remains for her eggs around trying to figure out how McGonagall could have possibly gotten her parents to show up.

The door of the side chamber opened, and Cedric stuck his head out.

"Harry, Bree, come on, they're waiting for you!"

Utterly perplexed Bree got up. Her parents couldn't possibly be here, could they? She walked across the Hall and followed Harry into the chamber. Cedric and his parents were just inside the door. Viktor Krum was over in a corner, conversing with his dark-haired mother and father in rapid Bulgarian. He had inherited his fathers hooked nose. On the other side of the room, Fleur was jabbering away in French to her mother. Fleur's little sister, Gabrielle, was holding her mother's hand. She waved at Harry, who waved back, grinning.

Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Sirius, and Remus were standing in front of the fireplace, beaming at Harry.

"Surprise!" Mrs. Weasley said excitedly as he smiled broadly and walked over to them.

Ben, the Doctor, Amy, and Rory were in a nearby corner. Bree grinned and walked over to them.

"So which one of you am I supposed to be related to?" she asked the Doctor, Amy, and Rory.

"Me. We're both Smiths after all." the Doctor answered. Bree gave him a look.

"Using that logic I'm also related to Mickey and Sarah Jane." she said before turning to Ben.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Who are they?" Ben responded, indicating Amy, Rory, and the Doctor.

"They saved my life." Bree replied. It didn't really answer the question, but Ben nodded and switched to a different subject.

"Your parents couldn't got time off on such short notice and Vince is busy dealing with the media." Bree smiled at that. Vince was dealing with Rita. "Vince sends his best wishes, as do Leo and the Boss." Bree's smile got bigger. "The Boss" was Vince's wife Lisa, who was the daughter of the previous Boss and had proved herself more capable then her brother. "You Mother says "Don't do something stupid" and your Father says "Don't screw up like you did running the bases in tee ball." Bree's smile dropped.

"So… how about a tour?" the Doctor suggested.

They headed toward the Great Hall. Harry's group seemed to have had the same idea. As they passed Amos Diggory, he looked around.

"There you are, are you?" he said, looking Harry up and down.

"Bet you're not feeling quite as full of yourself now Cedrics caught you up on points, are you?"

"What?" said Harry.

"Ignore him," said Cedric in a low voice to Harry, frowning after his father. "He's been angry ever since Rita Skeeter's article about the Triwizard Tournament – you know, when she made out you were the only Hogwarts champion."

"Didn't bother to correct her, though, did he?" said Amos Diggory, loudly enough for Harry to hear as he started to walk out of the door with Mrs. Weasley and Bill. "Still… you'll show him, Ced. Beaten him once before, haven't you?"

"Can we drop him in the Alps for a bit?" Bree whispered to the Doctor.

"No."

"Rita Skeeter goes out of her way to cause trouble, Amos!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily. "I would have thought you'd know that, working at the Ministry!"

"Oh like you're one to talk!" Bree muttered.

Mr. Diggory looked as though he was going to say something angry, but his wife laid a hand on his arm, and he merely shrugged and turned away.

Line

The group spent the morning walking around the castle and went to the Great Hall for lunch. They sat at the Gryffindor table.

"This is different." Ben commented.

"What do you mean?" Bree asked.

"I was in Slytherin." Ben answered.

Harry's group came in.

"Mum - Bill!" said Ron, looking stunned, as he joined the Gryffindor table. "What're you doing here?"

"Come to watch Harry in the last task!" said Mrs. Weasley brightly. "I must say, it makes a lovely change, not having to cook. How was your exam?"

"Oh… okay," said Ron. "Couldn't remember all the goblin rebels' names, so I invented a few.

"It's all right," he said, helping himself to a Cornish pasty, while Mrs. Weasley looked stern, "they're all called stuff like Bodrod the Bearded and Urg the Unclean; it wasn't hard."

Fred, George, and Ginny came to sit next to them too and Sirius told everyone about the time that the Marauders slipped a potion that caused the drinkers skin to turn blue into the Syltherins drinks, spelled their clothes white with pointy white hats, and changed their house crest into Papa Smurf.

"James and I were never allowed to watch a muggle cartoon again." he finished when Hermione walked in.

"Hello, Hermione," said Mrs. Weasley, much more stiffly than usual.

"Hello," said Hermione, her smile faltering at the cold expression on Mrs. Weasley's face.

Harry looked between them, then said, "Mrs. Weasley, you didn't believe that rubbish Rita Skeeter wrote in Witch Weekly, did you? Because Hermione's not my girlfriend."

"Oh!" said Mrs. Weasley "No - of course I didn't!"

"Yeah right." Bree muttered.

But Mrs. Weasley became considerably warmer toward Hermione after that.

Bree's group hung out by the lake. The Doctor gave lessons on how to properly skip a stone. Rory didn't do well at it and hit the squid in the eye.

They returned to the Great Hall for the evening feast. Ludo Bagman and Cornelius Fudge had joined the staff table now. Bagman looked quite cheerful, but Cornelius Fudge, who was sitting next to Madame Maxime, looked stern and was not talking. Madame Maxime was concentrating on her plate, her eyes looked red. Hagrid kept glancing along the table at her.

There were more courses than usual, and Bree hoarded a plate of Maryland crab cakes. As the enchanted ceiling overhead began to fade from blue to a dusky purple, Dumbledore rose to his feet at the staff table, and silence fell.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes' time, I will be asking you to make your way

down to the Quidditch field for the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Will the champions please follow Mr. Bagman down to the stadium now."

Bree and Harry got up. The Gryffindors all along the table were applauding them. The Weasleys, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Amy, Rory, the Doctor, and Ben all wished them good luck, and they headed off out of the Great Hall with Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor.

They walked onto the Quidditch field, which was now completely unrecognizable. A twenty-foot-high hedge ran all the way around the edge of it. There was a gap right in front of them: the entrance to the vast maze. The passage beyond it looked dark and creepy.

Five minutes later, the stands had begun to fill; the air was full of excited voices and the rumbling of feet as the hundreds of students filed into their seats. "WHAT DID THEY DO TO IT!" Bree heard Sirius scream. The sky was a deep, clear blue now, and the first stars were starting to appear. Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick came walking into the stadium and approached Bagman and the champions. They were wearing large, red, luminous stars on their hats, all except Hagrid, who had his on the back of his moleskin vest.

"We are going to be patrolling the outside of the maze," said Professor McGonagall to the champions. "If you get into difficulty, and wish to be rescued, send red sparks into the air, and one of us will come and get you, do you understand?"

The champions nodded.

"Off you go, then!" said Bagman brightly to the four patrollers.

The four of them walked away in different directions, to station themselves around the maze. Bagman now pointed his wand at his throat, muttered, "Sonorus," and his magically magnified voice echoed into the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! In first place, with eighty-eight points is Miss Bree Smith of the Smith Academy!" The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each - Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter, of Hogwarts School and the American Institute!" More applause. "In second place, with eighty points - Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" Some more applause. "And in third place – Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!"

"So… on my whistle, Bree!" said Bagman. "Three - two - one -"

He gave a short blast on his whistle, Bree hurried forward into the maze.

The towering hedges cast black shadows across the path, and, whether because they were so tall and thick or because had been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment Bree entered the maze. She pulled out his wand and muttered, "Lumos."

After about fifty yards, she reached a fork. She went right. Bree heard Bagman's whistle for the second time. Harry and Cedric had entered the maze. Bree turned a corner and ran into one of Hagrid's Skrewts. It was enormous. Ten feet long, it looked more like a giant scorpion than anything. Its long sting was curled over its back. Its thick armor glinted in the light from Bree's wand, which he pointed at it. Bree turned around and went another way instead of trying to fight it.

Bagman's whistle blew in the distance for the third time. Krum was now inside.

Once she was well away from the Skrewt, Bree used a point me spell. The wand spun around once and pointed toward her left, into solid hedge. That way was north, and she knew that she needed to go northwest for the center of the maze.

The whistle blew a fourth time. Fleur was in the maze.

Bree ended up taking several turns and getting turned around once before she was able to head north west. After a few minutes Bree rounded a corner and found a crack in the hedge. A crack in the universe.

Bree froze. It couldn't be. The cracks had been sealed there was no way … boggart. Of course.

"Riddikulus!" The boggart became a polka dotted ribbon. Bree moved on. After a few more turns she used the point me spell again and found her way blocked by a hedge. Wait a minute. It was a hedge, not a wall. It was an obstacle, but not an impassible one.

"Incendio!"

She burnt a hole in the hedge and stepped through it. It sealed shut behind her. She repeated the process several times until she heard a scream. She hesitated. Standing in place trying to decid what to do. After a dew minutes, red sparks went up and she kept going. She found herself next to a sphinx. It had the body of an over-large lion: great clawed paws and a long yellowish tail ending in a brown tuft. Its head, however, was that of a woman.

"Hello." Bree greeted. "I'm not going to try one of your riddles. Care to hear one of mine?"

The sphinx spoke, in a deep, hoarse voice. She seemed rather amused.

"Alright." she said.

"Demons run when a good man goes to war.

Night will fall and drown the sun

When a good man goes to war.

Friendship dies and true love lies,

Night will fall and the dark will rise

When a good man goes to war.

Demons run, but count the cost.

The battle's won, but the child is lost." Bree paused for a moment, then asked. "Who is the good man?"

The sphinx thought for a moment. "The Doctor." she finally replied.

"Oh you are good." Bree said happily.

The sphinx eyed Bree. "Not many of your kind know of the Doctor." she stated. Bree grinned.

"Not many of my kind are me." she replied before casting incendio on the next hedge and stepping through the hole.


Bree finally found herself looking at Triwizard Cup. It was gleaming on a plinth a hundred yards away. Harry was coming up behind her. Bree and Harry ran as fast as they could, trying to outpace each other. Suddenly a dark figure hurtled out onto the path in front of them.

Cedric was going to get there first. Cedric was sprinting as fast as he could toward the cup.

Then Bree saw something immense over a hedge to the left, moving quickly along a path that intersected with her own; it was moving so fast Cedric was about to run into it, and Cedric, his eyes on the cup, had not seen it –

"Cedric!" Harry bellowed. "On your left!"

Cedric looked around just in time to hurl himself past the thing and avoid colliding with it, but in his haste, he tripped. His wand flew out of his hand as a gigantic spider stepped into the path and began to bear down upon Cedric.

"Stupefy!" Harry yelled. The spell hit the spider's gigantic, hairy black body, but for all the good it did, he might as well have thrown a stone at it. The spider jerked, scuttled around, and ran at Harry instead.

"Stupefy! Impedimenta! Stupefy!"

The spells were doing no more than aggravating it. Harry was lifted into the air in its front legs; struggling madly, he tried to kick it; his leg connected with the pincers and next moment he was in excruciating pain. Cedric yelled "Stupefy!" too, but his spell had no more effect than Harry's - Harry raised his wand as the spider opened its pincers once more and shouted "Expelliarmus!"

It worked - the Disarming Spell made the spider drop him, but that meant that Harry fell twelve feet onto his already injured leg, which crumpled beneath him.

Harry aimed and the spiders underbelly and suddenly the spider was hit with three Stupefys.

The three spells combined did what one alone had not: The spider keeled over sideways, flattening a nearby hedge, and strewing the path with a tangle of hairy legs.

"Harry!" Cedric shouted. "You all right? Did it fall on you?"

"No," Harry called back, panting. His leg it was bleeding freely. There some sort of thick, gluey secretion from the spider's pincers on his torn robes.

"That doesn't look good." Bree stated.

Harry tried to get up, but his leg was shaking badly and did not want to support his weight. Bree helped him up and let him lean on her shoulder.

Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming behind him.

"Take it, then," Harry panted to Cedric. "Go on, take it. You're there."

"Go on and we can get out of here." Bree said.

But Cedric didn't move. He merely stood there, looking at Harry. Then he turned to stare at the cup, a longing expression on his face. Cedric looked around at Harry again. Cedric took a deep breath.

"You take it. You should win. That's twice you've saved my neck in here."

"That's not how it's supposed to work," Harry said.

"The one who reaches the cup first gets the points. That's you. I'm telling you, I'm not going to win any races on this leg."

Cedric took a few paces nearer to the Stunned spider, away from the cup, shaking his head.

"No," he said.

"Stop being noble," said Harry irritably.

Bree sighed.

"You told me about the dragons," Cedric said. "I would've gone down in the first task if you hadn't told me what was coming."

"I had help on that too," Harry snapped, trying to mop up his bloody leg with his robes.

"You helped me with the egg - we're square."

"I had help on the egg in the first place," said Cedric.

"We're still square," said Harry, testing his leg gingerly; it shook violently as he put weight on it; he had sprained his ankle when the spider had dropped him.

"You should've got more points on the second task," said Cedric mulishly. "You stayed behind to get all the hostages. And Bree went back to help you. I should've done that."

"I was the only one who was thick enough to take that song seriously!" said Harry bitterly.

"I thought Harry was drowning." Bree stated.

"Why don't you take the cup then." Harry suggested.

"Why don't all three of us take it?" Bree suggested.

"What?"

"We'll take it at the same time. We'll tie for it."

Cedric stared. He unfolded his arms.

"You - you sure?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah… we've helped each other out, haven't we? We all got here. Let's just take it together."

For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ears; then his face split in a grin.

"You're on," he said. "Come here."

He grabbed Harry's arm below the shoulder and he and Bree helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand out over one of the cup's gleaming handles.

"On three, right?" said Harry. "One - two - three -"

He and Cedric both grasped a handle while Bree gripped the base.

Instantly, Bree felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. Her feet had left the ground. She could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling her onward in a howl of wind and swirling color, Cedric and Harry at her sides.


Bree felt her feet slam into the ground. Next to her Harry's injured leg gave way, and he fell forward; his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last. He raised his head.

"Where are we?" he said.

Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked around. They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles - perhaps hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard

Graveyard… Why did that fill Bree with so much dread?… Oh. The letter... Well damn.


Sorry this one took awhile. Writer's block