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This chapter will contain exactly that which makes me believe this story better off on AFF, but seeing as how I am planning to just cut that part out of the story – the part itself being quite graphic when it comes to intercourse – do I hope that FF . net will not delete this story and that I can keep posting to my heart's content.
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Venquine1990
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Chapter 10
Come back – to me
Snape's POV
I know you shouldn't mess with Basilisk ingredients, but the spells I have been, by putting the parts and slaps together, able to put into the material make it even better than it all was. If the Dark Lord's weakened, these protection spells will weaken his Cruciatus and will deflect other spells, except of course the other 2 Unforgiveables.
I sigh, trying not to think of how brilliantly Potter described it in the book as that almost made me feel as I was actually under that spell myself and think: "I just hope this will help him. And that his plan will work." And with that I look at one of the fangs I left for Potter, one that I even filled to the brim with help of another fang.
I then look at the suit again, the green Basilisk scales shining in the dim Dungeon light and while I try not to let it remind me of the only person I ever loved who had the same color in her beautiful eyes, do I know it's only an inch bigger in size than Potter, making sure he can wear it under his cloths during the Third Task today.
I also put a small spell on the inside of the sleeves and that made sure that – would Pettigrew indeed go for one of Potter's arms – the man would not even get to touch the boy's skin, let alone get anywhere near his blood as I put a double layer around each arm with Basilisk poison filling the scales of the upper layer.
I nod, satisfied and proud with my work – like I usually am when working on a really difficult potion over the summer holidays for myself – and pick up the suit and the fang, pushing it against the suit and the attachable spell I added to the suit causes the fang to instantly attach itself to the hip of the suit. I smirk and leave my study.
I find Potter waiting inside a small alcove near the Dungeons, his hair and robe – which is strangely absent of the red lion – blending with the shadows and he says: "You've already unmasked yourself. I don't want those wannabe Death Eaters to try something on you if they see you personally conversing with me – or trading rare goods."
I nod, my respect for the boy having grown since he and I shared secrets about me being friends with his mum and him having a suicidal problem and I quickly explain him the spells I've added to the suit. The boy smirks and then shocks me senseless as he pulls a small bottle of silver-red blood out of a secret inner pocket.
He then quickly looks around to see if anyone else comes over before he says in a hushed tone: "Unicorn Blood. Willingly given by a Unicorn, because I tried to save her foal. And now yours." I know the boy's thinking something after that, with the way he left that open and curtly nod, before retreating back into my dungeons.
But from the corner of my eye I notice Potter use his famous cloak to disappear out of the Dungeons and – casually – reappear in the midst of a large group of students heading for lunch, some of the younger years looking at him in shock, but others leaving him be. I shake my head at his sneakiness and then return to my dungeons.
Sirius' POV
"That it was never Snivellus who did all those terrible things to Remus all those years ago. That he's actually helping Harry with his plan right now. That I'm actually letting my little boy go through with such a dangerous plan. That I'm actually helping – ahem – my Remus save my Godson from further humiliation right now."
All these thoughts roam through my mind, constantly coming back and mixing together with the image of my lovely Remus, all those years ago – bloodied, broken bones and ribs, tears on his face, his hair smeared with his own blood, his body convulsing in pain and his mouth wide open, charmed to stay that way.
I shake my head, trying to use my Padfoot form to make sure my emotions don't get the better of me, while telling Remus it was to better sniff out that little bug. I know only half my mind is on actually finding that little insect, but I'm trying my best to make it look as if I'm really into this – to me – not all that important search.
Then suddenly the search ends as Tonks shouts: "GOT HER!" I sprint over and see a bug in her hands, trapped in a Bubblehead charm, with the same description as the book gave. I smile and transform back, while Remus runs over and Tonks says: "I put the same spells on the Bubble as in the book. This little bug isn't going anywhere."
I smile and say: "We'll head for the Maze to see how Hagrid's fairing." The slightly younger woman nods and says: "Be careful." Remus and I both nod back at her and while she heads for the entrance hall doors, do we leave for the Quidditch pitch. Then, while walking, Remus does the one thing I really didn't want him to do.
"I'm sorry I let you and James blame the wrong guy for all these years." I look at him as we walk on and shrug, trying not to let that image run over and over in my mind's eye. But then Remus says: "Sirius, I'm not stupid. I know that memory haunts you right now as much as it's been haunting me my whole life."
I nod at that, glad Remus can still read me so well and I ask: "You think you'll ever get over it? I mean, it does keep you from intercourse and a good relationship, you know?" The man sighs and says: "I know. I even went to what Muggles call a shrink, but that didn't really help much. And he was a bloody wizard!"
I look interested, mostly because I want to know all there is about the life of the man I have a super-secret crush on and ask: "What'd he do?" The man sighs and we sit down at one of our favorite trees, a tree even James never found while it was just on the edge of the forest. Remus leans against the bark, closes his eyes and says:
"He was supposed to help me get over my fear for intercourse and to move past the trauma. But he seemed to be a little addled in the mind himself." I look at him as his tone turned slightly scared and while I silently promise to hunt this man down and hurt him if he hurt Remus, does Remus lie a hand on his eyes as he goes on:
"The minute he heard I had almost been mouth-raped at age 12, he instantly suspected the wrong thing. That I was forced to be someone's whore and wanted out. He turned from a shrink to a complete phycho as he said he would get me out of that world if I showed him how much of a whore I could be. I fled right after that."
I feel fury at what the shrink actually said and redo my inner vow, this time together with tons of plans on how to make the man pay for his words and then a cynical smirk appears on my Remus' face and he says: "A few months later I discovered that the company for which that shrink worked was owned by Lucius Malfoy.
That made it more than clear to me what that meant. That man was working for Malfoy and had believed that I was working as a whore for his boss, which made him –." But then, knowing where Remus' thoughts are taking him and hating how little he thinks of himself, do I say: "Remus, stop making excuses!"
He looks at me with one eye peaking through the fingers of his hand and I say: "That man said terrible things. He expected exactly that of you which you wanted him to heal you off. He had no right to do so." The man smiles at me and says: "I know that, Sirius, I just like to think of reasons as to why he would, that's all."
I sigh, lean back against the tree and slide down as I was standing and say: "You always look for the best in others, Remus. And that while you never see something good in yourself. I actually lost count of the many times James and I had to cheer you up when you felt bad about yourself after someone insulted us or McGonagall caught us."
The man smiles, his brown eyes shining with remembrance of those happier times and he says: "And it still has to sink in that I can be liked. I guess that's a combo effect of being used and hurt so badly and of what people generally think of werewolves." I sigh in slight defeat, as that has always been an issue for Remus and I say:
"Remus, you can't have everybody like you. Look at me, everyone thinks I'm just as dark as my family and it'll take quite a while before they realize I'm as far alike my family as possible. Heck it took them my full seven years of Hogwarts last time. And look at Harry, look at all what Skeeter and Crouch Jr. have caused him."
The man nods and says: "You're right, Sirius. And of course there were quite a couple of students that seemed happy when I came in." I smile and say: "See, that's what I'm talking about. You're easily likeable, Remus, and you have amazing qualities and a superb personality, not to forget how you always put that intelligence of yours to use and –."
Now Remus laughs, his hand finally off his face and on his stomach with his other hand as he says: "Okay, okay Sirius, I get it. You can stop now." I shrug, glad he saw it as only a pick-me-up instead of me listing all the things of him that made me fall for him and then I decide to slowly work my way to a confession.
I slide down a little further till I'm lying down on the grass with my head leaning against the tree and suddenly feel scared as I have no idea how to. But then I think back to today's reading and get an idea as I ask: "Say, was it me or did you notice Krum going crazy for our little Harry too?" The man looks at me and I say:
"Oh right, I forgot I was the only one of us that can speak Bulgarian. But even besides that, didn't you see how Krum held him and comforted him and looked at him. He is so over his ears for our little boy." The man smiles, while I try not to look at him to make sure he can't read my expression as to what I'm planning and asks:
"And you're okay with that?" I shrug, deciding that being blunt will be the best way to come out – like I always do – and tranquilly say: "Hey, I already told him to remember that Harry's my boy and that I'll hurt him if he hurts my boy, so I don't mind. Besides, I'd be quite the hypocrite if I was against people being gay."
The man looks at me, his head turning away from the clouds above us and his eyes wide as saucers and I say: "Yep, the infamous Sirius Orion Black, womanizer #1 and all-round flirt, is as gay as the sun is shining." The man smirks and says: "Well, I don't know how long that's been true, but I do know you're one hell of an actor."
I shrug and while thinking back to the day of my first full moon with Remus do I say: "It's been so since my second really. Of course I only noticed it once I really started dating and all, but still. But I have to admit that it was around three months into our Fifth that I really realized I was gay, seeing I fell in love back then."
I then look at him shortly before gazing back to the skyline visible over the Black lake to make sure he can't see my growing unease and say: "Right under the light of the full moon. Too bad that moon is also quite the problem." The man looks at me confused and I sigh, looking straight up with my hands behind my head and I say:
"He has this magical disease, Remus, and by magical Creature Blood law that makes him capable of finding a perfect mate at age 16. I never really saw him hunt the mate down, but –." I sigh with my eyes closed, trying not to let that little fact get me down like is has been since I first read about it in my Sixth and say:
"I guess I just don't want to take the risk of telling him how I feel and then hearing he has someone else for a mate." The man nods and I decide to make this conversation a little easier for the both of us as I playfully say: "Of course, back then I just used that whole perfect mate thing as a problem in a different way."
The man looks at me confused and still amused, his eyebrow raised and his lopsided smile wide as he looks at me and I say: "You know how I was, Remus, I loved topping a good girl and I – well – I acted to like touching them, but while I faked that second, I used the first as an excuse I shouldn't try to make a move.
I kept telling myself that I wasn't born to bottom – especially after my – you know what, you don't want to know about that. Anyway I told myself that my nature to top would make us argue and that the creature within him would try to break me, while I knew him so well, and I used my fake fear for bottoming to keep myself from him."
I sigh, feeling glad I didn't reveal any names so far during my confession and then man up as I say: "Now I of course know better and I know that bottoming isn't all that bad, but while I still don't want to be told that he has someone else for a perfect mate, is there still one thing that I have as proof that I want him."
Remus looks at me intently and I gulp under the scrutinizing gaze of his beautiful amber brown eyes, feeling exposed and as if I already said too much; that he already figured I meant him the whole time. Using his low personal value as an excuse that he hasn't I keep talking, willing to spill to him my biggest secret.
Sex Scene Removed! Sorry not Sorry!
He then moves us so that we are both lying with our faces in the right side of each other's necks as he whispers: "Padfoot. You are now mine, but do you accept all the rules of the Pack and all the laws created centuries ago by Ancient Werewolf Tribes, including your new life Role as both my Omega and my Beta?"
I have of course studied the Laws and history of the Werewolf tribes and know that an Omega is the first partner of a Pack Alpha – in this case my Remy – and is Second in command when it comes to the pack, while a Beta is most of the time the caretaker of cubs and – if it comes down to it – the bitch of the Alpha and Omega.
The Beta has most chances of becoming pregnant and is often used to produce the children of the Alpha and Omega, but only if the Omega him or herself is unable to carry cubs or produce cubs. The Alpha and Omega then both bond with the Beta, the magic of this bonding then ensuring that the Beta is pregnant with cubs.
The Omega is more common for being the carrier of Alpha cubs and is the caretaker of the cubs of other members of the Pack, but his or her own cubs always come first and the first attribute to the Omega is his/her protectiveness of the cubs and Pack in itself, yet it is the utter devotion to the Alpha that sets the Omega apart in a pack.
The only chance of an Omega also being a Beta is if the Pack doesn't have enough members or if the members are unworthy of being the Alpha cubs carrier. This is the case if there is too much fatherly love from the Alpha for his other members or if the pack consists of only the Alpha, the Omega and Pack Cubs.
And still to be both the Omega and Beta to an Alpha of a pack is the greatest honor for anyone and is even seen as a blessing by Wizards, law stating that anyone cursing an Omega who is also a Beta will be sentenced to Azkaban lifelong, a thought that both relieves me for the future and reminds me of my painful past.
I smile at all the knowledge I have for so many times and for so long studied roams through my mind and I tiriedly – with aching muscles – snuggle closer to the large, masculine body of my lovely Remus and whisper: "I, Sirius Orion Black, am your Omega and I, Sirius Orion Black, am your Beta, my Alpha Remus John Lupin."
Remus smiles and moves us so that I can see the love shining in his eyes before he kisses me lovingly, making me feel that he has accepted my words of commitment and then he softly lies down himself, lying me above him, while he keeps kissing me softly, taking away the breath I'm trying to regain from our love-making.
A few minutes later we are both rested and recovered and Remus whispers: "You know, seeing you're my Omega and Harry's only living Blood relative." He lets the rest of the sentence hang and I smile widely as my blood bond allows Harry to be officially accepted into the Pack as a cub. The first cub of many we will be sure to have.
Harry's POV
I got the armor from Snape as he told me, handed him the Unicorn blood I've been saving for years and am now sitting through the second half of lunch, but have yet to see a single sign from either Remus or Sirius – and that while the Auror named Tonks went with them to hunt Skeeter has already returned with the bug caught.
She told me Sirius and Remus are checking out Hagrid and his more lethal pets, but the distance from where she left them to the Pitch shouldn't take them as long to get back as it seems to be and I wonder what happened to the two, worried that they got attacked or kidnapped by Crouch Junior or the monsters in the Maze.
And the fact that Hagrid has already returned from taking the Accromantula and Blast-ended Skrewts out of the maze and that he told me he didn't see the two enter the Pitch brings my worries up to a level that I haven't felt since I worried what would happen to the captives if their Champions didn't take them up to the surface.
When lunch ends and Dumbledore wants to stand up to make a speech, I can't take it anymore and stand up myself, intent on going to look for them and Ron and Hermione stand up with me while the teachers don't even reprimand us for disrupting the Headmaster, but then they walk into the Hall and I sit down, sighing in pure relief.
They sit on both my sides and happily smile at me, before smiling at each other in a way I often see Mrs. Weasley smile at her husband. I look at them both shocked and Lupin says: "Harry, Moony picked Sirius as his destined mate and – well – we just performed the Mating Ritual. He is now my Omega as well as my Beta."
I look between the two, my head moving quicker than the audience does during a tennis match and while my mental little library looks up the words just spoken, does Sirius says: "And because you're my nephew through your mother being my sister, Remus and I have the full right to allow you into our Pack as our cub."
He then hugs me tightly, shocking me and making me tense on instinct as I worry for what I could have done wrong, but then I relax as he seems to just want to hug me happily and he whispers: "Our cub, Harry. Our baby boy. Our son." And these last words, together with all the worry I felt for many different things;
Whether or not my plan will work, if I can convince the other Champions not to take the Cup with me, if we can stop Crouch after stopping Voldemort, if I can keep hold onto that strange locket and whether or not I can use it for my plan, not to mention my worry for what could have happened to Remus and Sirius that kept them away for so long,
Shock me so badly I can't take it anymore. And before I can even break down in tears of joy – for the fact that I can have family and never more return to the Muggles or that disgusting pig called Vernon Dursley – does my body break down and do I feel blackness engulfing me and I faint in my real uncle's arms.
Sometime later I feel my eyes quivering in need to open and for some reason I am no longer being held by a happy Sirius, but I am lying on a really uneven couch or something else. I slowly blink, my memory catching up and remembering all that was revealed during the reading together with the last hug I got and open my eyes.
Above me Remus and Sirius are sitting together, the brown and black hair meshed together and still quite recognizable even though I'm not wearing my glasses and they seem to sit close together, making me know I'm lying on their laps, while Sirius has his head lying on Remus' shoulder and Remus has his on Sirius'.
Sirius, his black hair moving making me know it's him, then looks down – which I can see as his hair now hangs loosely – and smiles at me as I keep my eyes slightly closed, due to the fact I'm blind without my glasses. He moves to the side of the couch and puts them down on my nose and then softly caresses my hair, whispering:
"You okay?" I nod and, seeing his loving smile clearly on his face now and say: "Just – a little too worried, I guess." The man nods and then Remus, his tone sounding guilty, says: "Harry, we're sorry, but we took you to Gryffindor tower and we used you being out to painlessly perform the ritual making you a Pack Cub – our cub."
I then feel that – except for my underwear – I am indeed naked and while I feel exposed to everyone that can come in here, do I also feel that there is something warm and sticky that's stuck to my chest and stomach. I look down and see a mix of leafs and blood forming all kinds of words I can't even fathom to understand.
Sirius then moves his hand over the lines and as he moves from one line to the next, he says: "Forever part of us (the first line). For ours we care (the second). Ours we protect (the third). Ours we help grow (the fourth). Only to be taken by death (the fifth). Our pack, our cub, our son (the last)."
I look at the words shocked, having never expected for anyone to mean them enough to use them in a ritual and Remus says: "And I'm really sorry, Harry, but you have to keep that on until tonight 8 o'clock or the whole ritual will fall. You can wear it under your cloths, but you can't shower or take a swim or anything of the like."
I nod, still amazed that such an amazing, loving ritual has been done to me and while barely believing any of this to be real, do I ask: "So – does this mean – I mean – will this conclude that I –." But I don't dare say the words that burn in my heart and then a female voice shocks me and makes me jump – even while lying on my back – as it says:
"Yep, you'll be living with us, cousin." I turn my head and see the woman named Tonks getting hit on the back of her head by the woman she called mum. Sirius then says: "Harry, these are Andromeda, Ted and Nymphadora Tonks. They were once Blacks, but Andy changed her name when she got married to Ted."
The three nod and the young woman named Nymphadora, who I've liked since she voiced her heartfelt anger at Rita Skeeter during the reading, says: "And I'll warn you now, Harry, I'm an Auror so if you call me Nymphadora I will be quite able to curse you." I smile at the woman's sense of humor and Mr. Tonks says:
"Sirius told us he had an apartment that was sold when he was in Azkaban and that Remus has nothing more than a small cottage only just large enough for one that – due to his constant job-changing – he is barely able to afford as it is, so you three can stay in the only Mansion Meda was allowed to keep when she was disowned."
This piques my interest and I ask: "Why were you –?" But then I remind myself of the manners I had to roughly teach myself, if only to survive those monster Muggles and the woman smiles as she says: "Our family was quite of the Blood Purity and because Ted is a Muggleborn they were against me and my love for him."
She then shrugs, while I can tell that the words have indeed once hurt her and says: "Cissy always did say that Siri and I were the rebels of the family. Although I don't think she meant it to these extremes." And with that she reaches out a hand to Remus and says: "Congratulations, Remus. I hope you take good care of them."
The man smiles and says: "Thank you, Andy. And I intend to." He then raises me to sit on his lap and asks: "Harry, can you please explain us the plan you have?" I look at him slightly doubtful, but his hand softly lies on the words painted on my chest and I nod. I then seat myself a little more comfortably and start explaining.
Ted's POV
"That boy is pure genius." I think for the umptheenth time as I seat myself, my wife, daughter, cousin in law and his destined mate in the front row of what was once the Quidditch pitch and now the Third Task stadium, looking slightly up to the maze walls and having a perfect view of the Four Champions waiting down at the single entrance.
He has explained me a plan I never would have thought of and it's so well put together that if anyone accuses the boy of killing an Ancient Line he will have no guilt in it whatsoever as he is protecting himself with the scales. How he got the scales, the boy wouldn't say, but he did assure us we would find out ourselves in time.
All the boy – if someone is stupid enough to try after the Third Task is over – can be punished for is destroying an Ancient Artifact that once belonged to the Founders, but even for that he has an Alibi with help of the letter, of which my wife was able to write a translated copy thanks to Harry reading it out loud to her earlier.
I cannot believe he has come up with such an amazing plan and smile at him as he softly converses with the other Champions. But then I see something strange. The other Champions seem angry and Harry seems exasperated as he waves his arms and seemingly tries to convince Diggory, Krum and Delacour of something.
Viktor's POV
"I cannot believe my Harry." I think as the boy explains us his plan and argues against us trying to keep him here with us or letting one of us go with him. But then the boy's patience with us seems to snap as he shouts: "LISTEN!" We all take a step back as his tone is almost powerful enough to be magical and the boy says:
"If any of you go with me, you get killed. The Book events prove that. And you can say what you want, but that rat is too skilled with the Killing Curse for me to risk you guys. And I know you don't want to risk me, but it's this or letting Crouch Jr. get Voldemort here at Hogwarts, where he'll surely kill all those we care about.
I can't take either of those risks and I can't stand the idea of giving into Voldemort's plan when I have one of my own, so you just have to let me go! We can go through the Maze together, but once we reach the cup, you have to let me take it. You've seen for yourselves that I can handle this, so just please allow me this one chance."
The boy almost begs, his eyes shining with a dark need to let us do this that is almost too much for us to resist and while I want nothing more than to step forward, hug him and keep hugging him until he promises not to go through with his plan, do I know he's right and that I can never convince him to let go off his plan.
I sigh, hating how a 14 year old is the most stubborn of us all and look at my fellow Champions. Fleur has tears in her eyes, obviously of despair as she still mutters things in French that I know are arguments she already knows won't be any use and Cedric probably has the same urge as I do, if the look in his eyes is anything to go by.
I then sigh again, knowing I won't get anymore back-up to get Harry out of this mad plan and say: "Alright then. But you're staying vith us until ve reach the cup." Harry nods and then Dumbledore opens the Tournament and thanks to our conversation with him earlier, we are all allowed to enter the Maze at the same time.
The entrance to it is exactly like the book described and the minute we are only a few steps into the maze, all sound of the cheering fans and other sounds are taken down and all we hear are the others' footsteps onto the grassy under floor, as the hedges on our sides grow together at the entrance, blocking our way back.
We walk and walk and thanks to Harry's Point me Charm, followed by a more complex spell cast by Cedric that reacts onto the effects of the Point me Charm, we are easily able to find the right road for several minutes.
Yet we still end up with quite a couple of dead ends and every time we do, we walk back to a small split in the road or a side road we didn't take before and use the Combo-spells to see if the road can help us get further.
For almost half an hour we walk like this and I can tell that Harry is extremely worried, while Fleur and I walk at the front and back each, both of us using the Lumos charm to lighten the path in front of us and to keep an eye on our surroundings, our worries perhaps different from Harry's, but definitely not weaker in strength.
Then suddenly Harry aims his wand up and shouts: "Accio Marauders Map." And an old piece of Parchment, which I suspect is the map Crouch Jr. spoke of in the book, flies into Harry's hand. He taps it with his wand, speaking soft enough that even Cedric can't hear and seems to look at the map for a few minutes, before he suddenly curses.
We all look shocked as the curse itself is much heavier than one someone his age should even know about and he says: "The Pitch isn't on the Map. I can't see if Crouch is close to us or something." This worries me as Crouch was vicious enough to take down Fleur and powerful enough to put me under Imperius curse.
But then suddenly Harry shouts: "LUMOS SOLEM!" Aiming his wand at the floor and to my shock shrieks come from the floor as thousands of small vines slither away – away from Fleur. This shocks me and at the same time makes me feel stupid seeing how our entrance did the same as Harry purses his lips together and says:
"Devil Snare, that's how Crouch must have caught Fleur. She panicked when she saw the Devil's Snare and he got his chance to curse her unconscious and out of the competition." We all nod, Fleur's wand light wavering as the French woman must not have used our break to get over her fear of the book-event and Cedric asks:
"How did you know it was Devil's Snare?" But Harry just whispers another set of words that apparently undoes the magic of the map and says: "You'll know once we start reading again. It happened in First." This seems to worry Cedric and it worries me as well as Devil's Snare is known for its deadly grip.
Harry then puts the Map back under his Tournament outfit, the outfit under it showing shortly before we walk on and after another ten minutes we walk into the wall Harry experienced in the Book. We all look at each other and Fleur and Cedric are the first to run into it, holding hands and Fleur holding her wand high above her head.
I mostly have my eyes on their joined hands, imagining how good it'll feel if that were Harry and me and while cursing myself for this as I should be focusing on the here and now and not on dreams, do I see how, as they pass through the wall quickly, it does indeed for about half a minute look as if they're floating in the air upside down.
But the next half a minute they're back to normal even if Cedric does seem to suppress a shiver and Fleur's complexion looks paler than before and run a few more steps before stopping and as they turn around, Cedric gives us a thumbs up to indicate it's safe to go through. Harry and I nod at him and I take my chance.
I grab Harry's hand and he looks at me for a second, but then he seems to focus back on the task ahead as he turns his head back and we both start running. To my shock the boy has a speed I can barely believe and I have to actually put the same force in my running as I usually use if I push the acceleration of my broom.
This attracts me to the speedy young man besides me even more as we run through and as we touch the amazing material of magic I do feel as if my feet are stuck to the sky, while above me I can still see the air above the maze, but then Harry pulls on my hand and we step through, the world turning right again.
I softly let go off his hand after we stop running, part of me screaming not to do so and to keep Harry close to me, yet we stop just a few steps behind Fleur and Cedric and then we take the same positions as last time, me at the back, Cedric and Harry in the midst and Fleur in the front and both Fleur and me with lighted wands.
We walk and sometimes sprint on and all the while I notice Harry taking great caution in watching his surroundings and all that moves around him. I too am on high alert as I had expected Crouch to strike by now and then we suddenly come face to face with something that had not been on Harry's path in the book.
The head of an eagle and with pure grey feathers streaming into soft grey hairs that cover the body of a horse, with tail and hooves and with the wings of at least 3 feet span on the back of the creature, while sharp claws are at the front paws and a single bright orange eye stares straight at us, the gaze itself testing us and daring us to pass.
I look at the Hippogriff in shock, having not expected something so fierce and loyal and self-defensive in the Maze and then Harry, whose voice is laced with a strange sense of confusion, whispers: "Buckbeak." We all look at him, even the Hippogriff and for a minute a small shine of recognition seems to shine in the orange eye.
I personally want to stand in front of the boy and protect him, but know that's the wrong thing to do in front of a Hippogriff and then Harry starts to smile, making me all the more curious and wonder if he encountered Hippogriffs before as he whispers something to Cedric, that makes him look at the boy as if he's lost his mind.
Harry shoots him an almost commanding stare, the power behind it astounding me as it proves how much of a natural leader he is and then steps forward while Cedric raises his wand and says: "Accio Chicken wings." This shocks and confuses me and Fleur asks: "*Dites ce que?" But the wings fly over and Cedric catches them.
Harry, in the mean time, has walked over to the creature, something that greatly worries me and makes me fight down the voice within me telling me to protect him and now bows fully down, but still with his eyes on the creature and to my shock it only takes less than a minute before the Hippogriff follows his example in a full bow.
He then sits down and Harry holds up his hand. Cedric throws him a Chicken wing and Harry feeds it to the Hippogriff, making me worry, but the creature gently takes it out of his hand and Harry, who has a happiness added to his tone that makes me know there is more to this than I know, says: "They really shouldn't have placed you here."
Then, when all of us realize that the beast is like a newborn chick in Harry's care, does Fleur ask the question dying on my tongue and softly asks: "'Arry, do you know this Hippogriff?" Harry nods and says: "Met it in my Third. Buckbeak's really proud, but once you gain his respect he's easy to hang around with."
The Hippogriff craws, the sound both agreeing and very happy sounding and we all smile, each of us relieved that this challenge wasn't all that hard and we all feed him a single Chicken wing as we pass the creature and Harry gives the noble beast a last pat on the shoulder pad and a last stroke on his wing before running after us.
But as he catches up to us, his happy smiling face a sight to behold to my singing heart in these dangerous times, do I feel the same euphoria that I heard Mr. Malfoy describe when he read the chapter of the battle between my lovely and that monster. I feel my mind turning blank and a dark voice hissing in my ear:
"Take them down. Help him. Get Potter to the Cup. Take them down." But while I really do want to help Harry, does my hand tremble as I lower my alighted wand and instantly Harry seems to understand my situation as he shouts: "Viktor! Viktor, fight it! We're here! We can do this! TOGETHER, VIKTOR!"
And the sound of my Harry, my beautiful, brave, noble, kind, generous Harry saying my name and the strength of his voice and how he believes that I can break the curse makes me think: "Harry! He cares for them. I care for them! They care for him. Care for me. I can't hurt them. I can't take them out. I c-c-can't. I WON'T!"
And shockingly enough, as I break Junior's restraining hold over my resisting conscious, do I shout this last part as the euphoria breaks and I pant, falling down to a position where I lean my hands on my bend knees and sweat on my forehead. My wand has fallen out of my hand, but I do feel a pair of arms around my neck.
I look up through my fringe – and the sweat that sticks to my brow and eyelids and see Harry holding me in his arms, before my brain registers his words of pride and I allow myself a moment of wrapping my own arm around him, if only to hold him – to hold my Harry – before I stand back up and light my wand again.
I then look around say: "We better get out of here fast. Junior will surely try to strike again if we don't get away from this path." The others all nod and we start running again, this time Cedric running in the back and me running next to Harry. We come across another 3 dead ends and 4 forks in the road before a distant light shines upon us.
We all look up ahead and Fleur raising her wand just a little more to light the path ahead as she shouts: "The Cup!" And we all start running, me using Cedric's light to keep an eye on the walls beside us to see if monsters try to climb over it. But then Harry grabs Fleur's arm with one hand and uses the other to block my path.
I look ahead and see that the same vines as before are twisting into one another causing a wall to appear before us, while on both our sides vines and branches split open, the path to the Cup now no longer existent and two new paths now open for us to chose from. I then look at Harry and see him looking at the ground before us.
I look too as I had been debating which path to take before looking at him and see a gigantic square hole that Fleur was just one step away from falling in, filled with Cornish Pixies, Gnomes and Bow Truckles, all of them glaring at us. I sigh relieved and Cedric says: "Either they want us to split up or they want to delay us."
But Harry seems to have already examined both paths as he aims his wand at the left entrance and shouts: "Stupefy!" And one side of the entrance almost screeches before vines quickly twist and entwine again. Harry glares and says: "A test. That one probably had the illusion of getting us to the Cup quicker."
I feel absolutely shocked that the teachers thought of something so tricky and – even – underhanded – before I quickly cast the same spell on the right entrance, but nothing happens and we run through, only to – after a single turn – come across the gigantic Sphinx Harry encountered into the Maze. Harry steps forward and says:
"We would like to pass. Do we all have to do a riddle separately or can we take one riddle for us all?" And the creature sits down and says: "One for each Champion, but if you had not had your riddle yet, you can help the one whose turn it is."
We all nod and Cedric says: "Let me go last. It took me only a little advice from that fake and two hours in the tub to get that clue out of the egg." We all nod and I say: "I will go first." I step forward, passing Harry – making sure to softly run my hand over his arm – and strongly speak to the Sphinx looking down at my love:
"I am ready. I will go first." The creature nods and I can feel all the worried glances of my fellow champions behind me, Harry's a little stronger proving he's still standing where he was and while this makes part of me believe I have a chance with him a little more, does the creature speak her riddle and say with a mysterious voice:
It is there, yet you can't see it
It is everlasting, yet easily broken
|It holds together friendship as well as other bonds
It is that which a bond is based on or else the bond breaks
You thrust it as someone the most when you spill him or her a secret.
What, Bulgarian Champion, am I?
I gulp and think: "This one's a lot harder than the one Harry had, but it's definitely not a creature and a lot easier to understand. Also, in Harry's riddle, she gave a very obvious hint, so where does it lie here?" I sigh, wanting to get this over with out of fear of what Crouch can do if given the chance and start to think.
Then suddenly I realize that my riddle had no rhyme in it and wonder if that makes it easier or harder to remember, but I bypass this and think: "It's there, yet you can't see it. Meaning it's something invisible. It's everlasting, yet easily broken. That means it depends on people and how they treat it –whatever it is.
It holds together friendship as well as other bonds. That makes it some kind of emotion. I'm getting warmer, I know it." Then I remember the last sentence and think: "Wait, that one to last sentence. You thrust it at someone the most when you spill him or her a secret. If you spill a secret, you trust someone to keep that secret.
Trust is an emotion. It holds together friendship and other bonds and is often what relationships are based on. But when trust breaks, so does a bond of friendship, love or even commitment. That is – according to what I heard – what caused Harry to lose his parents all those years ago. That's the answer, it has to be."
And while amazed that this riddle has a link to the darker parts of my secret crush's past, do I tell the creature confidently: "You're trust." The creature smiles regally and shuffles to the side, allowing me passage. I look at the Champions worried, my gaze lingering on Harry, before I turn back and pass the amazing beast.
She sits back down in her original position and I see Fleur walking over, looking strong and having the same look in her eyes as I saw her having when she was trying to figure out the Riddle of the Golden Egg, making me know her brain is working at full speed. The creature spares the French girl a single glance, before she speaks.
I am not a brain, I am not a heart.
I am not a soul, I am not magic
Yet I am there when danger is near
What, French girl, am I?
This one slightly rhymes, but still confuses me and I look at the girl, hoping she can get it quick as I want Harry out of this and in my arms as quickly as possible, not to mention have us all back in the safety of the Great Hall – not this dangerous maze, which is made even more dangerous thanks to one of its supposed guards.
Fleur paces left and paces right, her long blonde hair flowing behind her in the passing wind like waves on the sea and while this reminds me of how my lovely Harry planned, can I tell that she isn't anywhere near to solving the riddle and I worry as my eyes quickly flick over to Harry before focusing back on the girl.
But then Harry, who must either already have figured it out or at the very least have a clue to the answer steps forward and timidly asks: "Can one Champion take the riddle of another?" The Sphinx shakes her head and says: "Only help. No replacing." The boy nods and whispers: "What Book-Me used in the Golden cage."
The girl looks at him for a minute and then she seems to understand his hint and says: "You're instincts." This shocks me as I had not even thought of that and I mentally slap myself as I must have not thought of that because I don't want to think of what still lies ahead for Harry, while Fleur runs over to stand next to me.
Harry and Cedric look at each other and Cedric motions Harry to be next, something I know he does not just because of what he said at the start of these riddles, but also out of worry for Harry. Harry takes a deep breath and then steps forward until he stands right in front of the Sphinx, who instantly starts her riddle and says:
I can be pure, yet some can call me tainted
I can protect, but only if I'm shed.
I course through all and warm everyone up
Yet when I stop running, I kill my owner
What, youngest Champion, am I?
Harry instantly starts pacing, his hand back on his face and while I try not to smile at how cute he looks while trying to prove his intelligence, do I hear him mumbling the words of the riddle over and over, once even asking the Sphinx if he has the right words. The creature nods and he goes back to pacing and muttering.
But then he stops, halfway through the riddle and while his eyes widening with pain makes me wonder if this riddle also has a link to his past, does he say: "I can protect, yet only if I'm shed. That's what my mother used years ago. What Voldemort will try to use soon." He turns to the Sphinx and almost shouts at her: "It's blood!"
The creature smiles and nods, shuffling aside to let him through and I breath in relief as he runs past and stops near us, part of me hating the creature for separating us and for having riddles linked to the murder of Harry's parents. We then all look as the creature sits back on her old spot and speaks up as Cedric steps forward.
I give strength to armies, yet here I barely exist.
I am the history of the school you go to,
Yet an item keeps me from being utilized
My opponent weakens friends and strengthens foes.
If people can communicate without words, they are me.
What, Champion of Hogwarts, am I?
I feel worry as none of the previous riddles made as little sense as this one and Harry mutters: "One of this sentences hold the answer. But which?" This thought seems shared by Cedric, who speaks each sentence three times as he paces, his steps much stronger and his feet even sinking into the ground as he walks left and right.
Harry too mutters the words and for some reason he keeps muttering the second and third sentence as if trying to find an answer in that. Yet my mind isn't on solving the riddle as I keep focusing more on my surroundings than on an answer. An answer, it seems, Cedric has already found as he stops, turns to the Sphinx and says:
"The History of the school; the Founders of Hogwarts. They wanted unity, but the Sorting Hat – the item of your riddle – keeps what you speak of from being utilized, because it sorts Students in different Houses.
The answer is simple. The opponent you speak of is divergence, so the answer is Unity. That is what friends are if they can speak without words. They are United." The woman smiles and Harry does too, as if he feels pride – whether it is for himself or for Cedric I can't guess and neither do I care as I am just glad for this to be over.
The Ancient creature then steps to the side and after Cedric has passed does she turn to us and with her regal voice speak again as she says: "I was requested to give you each these riddles to help you on your journey through this maze and beyond it. May you use this knowledge for the rest of your lives, young ones."
We all smile at her as she once again turns her back on us and while she moves to lie down, do we run on, soon finding another S-turn that shows us the Tri-Wizard Cup only a few miles ahead. We all look at each other as we run for it and Cedric, Fleur and I all look at Harry each individually, but each with the same look.
We all look at him worried, all of us again rememberin the plan he told us before the Third Task even began and before we entered this wacked-up maze and he returns the looks with a reassuring gaze and a pat on his shirt, where I know he's hiding his Basilisk armor, the only thing making me allow him to go through with his plan.
Finally we are only steps away from the Cup and I look at it, already knowing it's cursed to transport the first who touches it to the Graveyard written about in the book and I again look at Harry, who looks at it with an indifferent, but determined look, his wand in his arm and his green eyes burning with an intense fire.
Not wanting to lose him and no longer capable of holding back how I feel, I grab his shoulder before turning the shocked boy around and grabbing his upper arms tightly, connecting my gaze with his and while part of me tries to memorize his amazing features out of fear of losing him, do I whisper softly, with a begging tone:
"Please, be safe, Harry. Do everything you have to do, fight with everything you have in you, but please make sure you play it safe. We all care for you, Harry James Potter, more than you know. Please make sure you come back to us here." I then gulp away a small lump of fear and whisper: "Come back – to me."
I see in his eyes that I shocked him, but I hug him, holding his soft, delicate and small form against my own, feeling reassured by how his small frame perfectly fits mine and that my body can easily protect his if I so want to and then sigh, knowing that in what is about to occur I cannot do this and, highly reluctantly, let go.
Cedric and Fleur quickly do the same, but I can already see that their bodies don't fit Harry's as well as mine and I feel a small wave of pride and satisfaction crash over me at this, my mind remembering that Harry survived in the book without a plan and that he now has one to protect himself as Harry himself walks over to the Cup.
But just when he grabs the Cup with a single hand, his other holding his wand close against his chest, do I see him turning his head and looking at me and me alone. And the look in his eyes as the Portkey makes him disappear in a flash of magic make me shine with glee. A small flame of attraction shines in those green depths.
Harry's POV
I arrive at the same graveyard as in my dream last summer and the one described in the book, the memory of the book and what was being read still slightly hunting and quickly push this thought away as I stand up, walking around the statue of the Riddle grave and attaching my wand at the same place the fang's attached.
I then check my pocket and feel the cool metal of the Locket, while a warm buzzing seems to come from the inside, making my scar tingle – strangely enough – quite pleasantly. I ignore this and simply wait for Wormtail to show himself, while trying not to feel the same fear my Bookself felt. Luckily enough I don't have to wait long.
Wormtail soon enough appears and with him, I see his arms holding the bundle that I now know contains the man that killed my parents and poor Bertha Jorkins – Tom Riddle; Lord Voldemort. I purse my lips and fake to walk back to the headstone in trepidation, keeping my eyes on his as if scared of seeing him here.
Wormtail buys it, the victorious smirk that grows on his face sickening me and making me wonder how he was a friend of my father and with a flick of his wand ties me, just like in the book, from my neck to my ankles in ropes. But I had prepared for this and had learned myself a move that made the rope loosen without falling off.
I quickly start making a wave motion, one I had taught myself after the incident down in the dungeons during my first and that I had rehearsed after the reading, starting at my neck and working down to my ankles, while faking to struggle free and soon my hands are clear enough and I am able to create a small opening between the ropes.
I reach into the inside of my robe and pull out the vial I had taken for my experiment. I uncork it with my thumb and wait patiently, the vial's opening at the opening between ropes and surely – while I had been afraid that the Ritual would change fate, does Wormtail drag the cauldron close, alight the fire and let Voldemort fall into it.
Unlike in the book I don't even think of begging for Voldemort to drown and instead grab my wand and use the Mobilicorpus spell to cover Voldemort's fake body with a few drops of Basilisk potion. I smirk as he falls in and when Wormtail looks at me quickly turn it in a scowl so furiously I know I just did the Black Family pride.
The man shudders and then he lifts his wand and says: "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son." And the fine trickle of dust described in the book rises from the cracked grave and I quickly use the same Mobilicorpus spell to mix the bone with a few fine, transparent colored drops of Basilisk Poison.
I smile again and only then realize that the future has already changed as Wormtail forgot to put that blasted black cloth in my mouth. "Dumb mistake, Wormtail, your master's paying for it." Then, while relieved that the Ritual might just have changed the future in my benefit instead of my doom, do I let the ritual go as described.
Wormtail cuts off his hand and whimpers as he picks it up and drops it in the potion, that I can already see has changed. Instead of bubbling, the surface still seems alight with diamonds, but then different colored – mostly green and purple, which are clear signs of venom – and the steam isn't thick enough to keep me from seeing Wormtail clearly.
I smirk as Wormtail seems unknown to the ruined Potion and then hear that same wheezy voice speak words that make me know that now my plan will really come to fruition and after this I have to make sure I can get out of here fast, the thought alone making the actual blood in my veins go the extra mile on high alert and adrenaline.
"B-blood of the enemy… forcibly taken… you will… resurrect your foe." Is spoken by Wormtail and while I wonder how someone stupid enough they can't even recognize a failed Potion works for Voldemort, is the same silver dagger as in the book stabbed in between the ropes and into my arm, but this time – it doesn't even hit my skin.
I smile slightly as I only feel the pressure of the knife close to my flesh, but not hitting in and then a purplish red substance drips down my arm. I gulp, wondering if Wormtail won't believe the potion to go wrong now, but all the man does is spare me a confused glance, before he shrugs and puts a vial near the dripping fluid.
I have to hold back a bark of laughter as I realize Wormtail only thinks I have some strange blood and that the man is too stupid to see the difference between Poison and Blood and then, as I hoped, he drips the vial down in the potion and the steam thickens and darkens, making me know my plan worked just fine:
Voldemort is poisoned, but back. The man does indeed appear from the cauldron, but when he looks at me through the steam, I don't feel the same fear as Book me as I actually feel myself be pulled back into a memory of many years ago – back in the Dungeons when I stopped Quirrell from stealing the Philosopher's stone.
Voldemort's face seems pressed backwards against his head, but his eyes are still as mad and blood-red, his lips are still as thin as slits and his nose is still pressed back into his face, only his nose thrills visible, like those of a snake.
But behind the madness I spot a hint of fear and I know he's already feeling the Poison activating. I smirk and as he turns and says: "Robe me, Wormtail." I use my wand to quickly cut the ropes. The ropes falling open make Voldemort turn, causing Wormtail to fall as he tries to hand the man his long black robe.
I stand up, making sure to add a bit of flair to my movement to show Voldemort I have beaten him yet again and Voldemort curses, shouting: "Your arm, Wormtail. Give me your arm. Show me your mark." But I interrupt him and say: "Won't make a difference, Voldemort. I'll still escape. And you're dying. We both know it."
The man glares at me, but the fact that I won keeps me from feeling any fear and I say: "You really have to get better followers, Voldemort. Especially followers that can see the difference between blood and –." I stop for the effect and to grab the vial again and hold it up in the light of the fire under the cauldron and say:
"Basilisk poison." The man blanches, while this is of course barely visible with his white as chalk skin and hisses: "Wormtail, you fool." I shrug, feeling confident instead of scared as Wormtail whimpers and mockingly say: "It's not really his fault, you know. He's just who he is. Inattentive and blind, especially when it comes to prisoners."
I then aim for the crack in the grave under me and while Wormtail cowers near his master, does he glare at me as I say: "Remember you using your father's bone, Voldemort. Well, I was able to loosen the ropes without letting them fall and I was so attentive to mix the light dust left of your dad with some drops of poison.
I was also wearing Basilisk armor, two layers of it on my arms and when your little Wormtail stabbed me, it didn't even touch that what you so badly wanted. The veins in my arm, through which my blood courses – the same blood that holds the protection that took your life all those years ago."
I then step away from the grave, ready to extract the last part of my plan and then get the hell out of here and say: "And now you made another mistake. You left one of your most valuable possessions with someone who has a grudge and is devious enough to act on it without even feeling the slightest bit of shame or guilt.
Lucius Malfoy gave your little Diary to Ginny Weasley, the daughter of his rival Arthur Weasley, two years ago and it re-opened the Chamber. Oh, and no, your little diary didn't kill anyone and neither did your little pet. But thanks to your little servant doing that, I was able to enter the Chamber myself and I did so – today."
I grab the locket and Voldemort's blanch worsens when he sees what I'm holding, which disgusts me as I had been hoping this entire time that something this vile wasn't really inside Hogwarts. He screams for Wormtail to hand him his wand, but I think: "As much as I want to see them, I can't let him be that dangerous. Sorry, Olivander."
And – while knowing I will never see my parents or know how they feel about me – do I aim my own wand at Wormtail, shouting: "BOMBARDA!" And with the spell well aimed and Wormtail squeaking in petrified fear, he gets shot off his feet and the wand gets blown to bits, the Phoenix feather actually burning up in the explosion.
I then aim my wand at Voldemort and fear is visible in the man's eyes as he glares at me, the fear hidden behind layers of intense hatred and while my scar burns terribly, causing my eyes to tear and make me believe my head's being split in half, I keep my tearing gaze and wavering wand on the monster that destroyed too many lives.
I then go on and say: "I found this in the Chamber while wondering what more is hidden in the statue of Salazar Slytherin and I know it will help me. Help me destroy you, because I know, Voldemort. I know you killed Myrtle and I know the Basilisk poison won't work properly until all of your Horcruxes are destroyed."
Now the man smirks at me, but I spat: "And I know this will help me accomplish that." The man glares at me and while I keep my eyes on him, I first switch my wand for the vial and then spare a glance at the locket and in Parsletongue, I hiss: "Open." And the locket opens, the doors sliding open and a small picture coming into view.
But before I can get lost by the fact that the man in the picture quite resembles Voldemort as he looked when he was in his teens, I continue my plan and hiss: "Destroy all of the soul. All items and pieces, BE GONE!" And with that shout I tip the vial and let the Basilisk venom fall onto the picture, where the eyes are now shining red magically.
The whole thing explodes and I feel the pain in my scar intensifying, almost to the same degree as when I felt the Basilisk implant his fang in my arm and, knowing that Voldemort can – and will – take advantage of my pain, do I quickly scramble to switch my wand back into my right hand and shout: "ACCIO CUP!"
And through my nearly closed eyelids I see Voldemort wanting to take advantage of my weakened state before he keens over himself, his arm reaching out to my wand and missing only barely before the Cup hits the back of my hand – the one that still has the last remains of the destroyed locket around its wrist.
I grab it quickly and just when Voldemort makes another attempt, do I feel the familiar sensation of a hook being stuck behind my belly button and pulling my feet from the floor. I feel relieved as the last I saw of the Graveyard was a bleeding Pettigrew and a collapsing Voldemort, while at the same time amazed that my plan worked.
I then arrive in the middle of a large field and it takes me only a second before I realize I'm back. And indeed when I sit up, cheers and shouts of relief and intense happiness reach my ears and shouts of HE'S BACK, THERE HE IS, HE'S OKAY and HE'S SAFE! Are shouted all around, mostly by those running at me right now.
And the first of the hundreds of Hogwarts students and teachers that almost fight each other to get out off the stands to reach me aren't Remus and Sirius or Ron and Hermione and even Cedric isn't fast enough to be the first to reach me as Viktor grabs me in his jump and pushes me to the ground as he hugs me.
The hug takes the breath out of me with a gasp, but the pain in my scar is still intense and I feel myself, again, slipping out of consciousness. I know what this means as the pain reminds me of what Dumbledore told me in my second about my Scar and the link to Voldemort and know that if I pass out, I die. I sigh and think:
"Well, it's not as if I have no one waiting for me there. And I always did want to meet my parents and have a family and all. Guess I just – didn't want it like this. Not when – when I finally got back what that monster stole from me; a childhood." And for some reason, just like Fawkes' tears these thoughts seem to weaken the pain.
I feel the pain lessen, the power of it vanishing with the power of breaking glass as I feel myself getting fully back to consciousness, my throat feeling pressed and my body feeling heavier as I still have Viktor lying on me, but while the pain lessens, in some way it also intensifies and then I feel as if a small explosion went off in my scar.
I hiss and press my fingers to my scar as the skin feels cracked and sharp, as if something made of glass just broke and I realize the thoughts I just had – the thoughts of me accepting death and whatever the Forces that are have in store for me on the other side – broke the Soul part – the Horcrux – that resided in my scar.
I sigh relieved and then return Viktor's hug, apparently an action he has been waiting for as his body seems to relax and he starts to whisper all kinds of things, some Bulgarian some English and some even a combo, but one combo makes me gasp. "Аз ще always се влюбите you." To me sounding I'll always love you.
Okay, so Krum spilled the beans without meaning to and Sirius and Remus are now officially bonded. I can tell you I didn't plan that when I started this chapter, but halfway through writing it, I just felt that it would be something fun to add as I really love Harry, Sirius and Remus as a family in my stories.
And yes, Harry's scar is now destroyed, the other Horcruxes are being destroyed as we speak thanks to Harry's Parsletongue spell and Voldemort will die as the story progresses. I didn't – at first – want to write about this a the fact he already collapsed proves enough in my eyes, yet I still did so sometime later in the story.
Now next chapter will be the Aftermath and I just want to let you know that Crouch was caught as soon as the other teachers noticed Krum acting off, something Krum didn't know while he worried about Harry and the riddles. I won't write about what will happen to him, but just imagine him being put in Azkaban all over again.
Okay enjoy,
Venquine1990
PS. Sorry almost forgot the translations
Dites ce que is French for Say what ?
Аз щесе влюбите is Bulgarian for I'll love.
