Harry glanced around, fear gnawing the deep pit of his stomach, warning him to turn around, to flee and not return. But, ignoring these protests, he carried on walking, swallowing nervously and shaking any nerve-wracking thoughts from his head, determined to find his way again.

The path had long gone by then. He had lost it through all the misty swirling fog that drifted through each pathway, hiding any exits from view. Not for the first time, Harry regretted his poor vision, still thankful that his glasses were still intact.

Reaching up to them, he realized the mask was still on his face, and felt deeply troubled by the fact that he had gotten used to the silver moulding on his face so quickly.

He fumbled with it, pulling at the edges, trying to take it off. His eyes widened as he realized that it refused to budge, and he frantically scraped at it, using all of his strength to wrench it off his face.

His muscles started to ache after a moment, and he sighed, letting his arms fall back to his sides.

Voldemort. Damn him.

He knew it could have only been him to stick this mask to his face. And, unfortunately, Harry knew no counter-spell. For once, he wished he had studied a little more harder and taken Hermione's advice. And that was really saying something.

He shivered as a small gust of wind made itself apparent, and pulled his cloak tighter around himself, looking to his left, then to his right as he had done so earlier.

Nothing.

He couldn't see anything. Only pathways leading in different directions. All of them towered over by the dark bushes, sealing Harry in.

He knew this wasn't right. It wasn't just everyday you stumbled onto a maze. The only maze he had ever been in before was…

"No." he muttered to himself forcefully, closing his eyes.

He wouldn't let himself think about it. He couldn't. Biting his lip, he took a right turning, only to find a dead end yet again. Shaking his head, more in irritation than anything else, he backed away and walked off towards another turning, praying it was the right one.

He wanted to get out of here. Now.

His grasp on his wand grew tighter as something moved out of the corner of his eyes, and he spun round, wand out, eyes feverishly darting around in search for whatever it was he had seen.

But yet nothing. Frowning in confusion, he cursed himself for being too paranoid, and began walking again, feeling slightly bored, but still on his guard.

A small amount of rustling came from behind him, and he stopped, snapping his head round, wand arm out before anything else. All that he could see was bushes. And mist.

Knowing that he had in fact seen something move, he cautiously moved forward, trying to wave away the fog so he could get a better view of whatever it was he was searching for. Nothing confirmed his beliefs, and he dropped his arm to his side, feeling slightly disappointed.

With a small nervous chuckle at himself, he wandered off again, trying to decipher which pathway he had already been through, and which bush he recognized, thoroughly confused at himself.

A few footsteps fell behind him and he froze, slowly turning to meet the gaze of whatever it was behind him.

A frustrated growl left his lips as he found himself face to face with nothing. Again. Mentally shaking, he looked around.

He had heard something. He had. Something was there. Out there…

Feeling more aware of his surroundings then before, he walked back until his back hit a bush, and closed his eyes, blocking out everything so he could think more clearly.

Was something following him? Was he being tailed? Surely those were footsteps he had just heard…

A quiet chuckle broke his thoughts, and his head sprung round to see a bush growing over the way he had just come. But he had just heard someone laugh…

As darkness slowly covered his face because of the looming bushes, he sank to the ground, head in hands, clutching his hair.

This maze was slowly driving him crazy…

Sirius's eyes fluttered open, squinting through the small beams of light travelling through the gaps in the curtain.

He yawned, stretching slightly, then regained his earlier position, and rolled to his side, only to realize that his bed had ended a few centimetres before that and ended up falling onto the floor.

Swearing, he kicked at the tangled bed sheets wrapped round him, and rubbed his shoulder, feeling a dull throb make itself apparent. Groaning at his stupidity, but inwardly laughing, he stood up, eyes slowly scanning the area.

His eyes locked on the familiar form of his friend, and, hopping over to the nearby bed, he peered down at Remus, who appeared to be in a deep sleep.

Satisfied he hadn't woken him, he walked back to his bed, pulling on a shirt and some scruffy jeans, yawning again.

"If you really think that massive racket you just caused now didn't wake me up, you are severely mistaken."

Sirius reeled around, only to lock eyes with Remus, who was now sitting up in his bed, smiling in amusement.

"Re-Remus! Oh! I didn't realise-I mean…well, I thought…. HEY! What do you mean that racket?"

He feigned annoyance and hurt, pouting in such a way that made Remus laugh.

"Sirius, you fell out of bed. Considering that you are a fully-grown man, I would have thought it would have been beyond you…but yet again, you prove me wrong. You'll be lucky if you didn't wake the whole castle."

He chuckled at a frustrated Sirius.

"Joke." He added, grinning mischievously.

Sirius's eyes widened, and he took a step back.

"You? Joking? The world is doomed!"

Remus answered by throwing a pillow at him, and in one swift moment, the two friends were engaged in a pillow fight, repeatedly hitting each other and laughing, all whilst rolling round the room.

Feathers soon flew in every direction, and, a very pleased looking Sirius stood over a worn out looking Remus, who was now laying on the floor, surrounded by bits of fluff.

"I surrender." Laughed Remus, waving a white pillow around his head, before tilting it back onto the floor, in fits.

Sirius, taking this for a very good answer, dropped his pillow and joined his friend on the floor, laying down beside him, chuckling audibly as well.

He turned to look at Remus, only to notice something on his arm. Raising his eyebrows, he moved slightly closer, only to find what looked like a small pinprick on his friend, a few drops of dried blood standing out on the pale skin.

"Remus." He said, trying to speak louder then his friend's laughter, "Have you had an injection recently?"

Remus's smile faltered slightly, and he sat up.

"Why'd you ask?" he said.

Sirius motioned towards his arm. Remus looked down, and dropped his gaze.

"Oh…yeh. Flu jab. Can't be too careful when around muggles."

Sirius nodded, still not convinced entirely. The way Remus had changed so suddenly had been a bit suspicious, but then again, he hardly knew anything of muggles. Remus might have had the 'flu' jab.

Deciding to research it later, he began to change the subject, hoping that some of the happiness from the pillow fight would return to Remus. Before he opened his mouth, Remus started to talk.

"Dumbledore hasn't found anything on Harry yet, has he?"

Remus's serious tone broke Sirius from his plans and thoughts, his happiness plummeting to the bottom of his stomach as his worries of Harry began to invade his head again.

"No…" he said slowly, feeling the despair well up in him, "He…he hasn't."

Remus nodded understandingly, and continued to stare into space before talking again.

"I can't help but think…if James were here…would we be able to find him…? That maybe…we should have looked out for Harry a little more. Maybe it would have stopped him from…"

He trailed off and Sirius, in a moment, knew that all the things that had been on his mind had also been on Remus's. Sighing, he moved closer to Remus, not sure how to comfort him, knowing that he needed to be reassured as well.

"Remus, Harry can look after himself. I bet he is absolutely fine right now, as we speak. We will find him. We can't give up hope, because when we do that, that's the moment we failed him."

He smiled, knowing he had roughly repeated Remus's words to back to him in the shrieking shack, and Remus, smiled slightly as well, knowing Sirius had a point. The point he had originally made though…

"You know Remus…" carried on Sirius, "You really should listen to your own advice."

His friend rolled his eyes, and stood, making his way to the bathroom, turning just before he reached the door.

"Meet you in the hall."

He quickly shut the door behind him, leaving a content Sirius behind, only to quickly clear away the feathers.

Harry drew in a shuddering breath, and tried to calm himself. He was over-reacting. It was just a maze. There wasn't anything there.

Sighing and trying to regain his strength from earlier, he picked himself up off the floor.

"Lumos."

With a small flash, his wand's light flickered on and he pointed it in front of him, using it as a guide as he walked on.

He kept his gaze straight ahead, not daring to look anywhere else, only to follow different pathways until he finally got somewhere….

But what if he didn't get anywhere? What if he never got out?

He grasped his wand tighter, refusing to accept these thoughts without a fight. Of course he'd get out of here. He'd find a way…He knew he would…

His determination slipped slightly, but he squinted his eyes in concentration, not letting these dismal emotions weigh him down.

Some kind of scraping sound formed ahead of him, and he bit his lip, raising his wand higher to get a better view.

And from behind a bush, through the darkness, a figure started to emerge, walking carefully towards Harry.

Harry's eyes widened and he slowly backed away, swallowing nervously. As the figure grew closer, Harry almost dropped his wand.

For there, stood right in front of him, was Cedric Diggory, face pale and eyes shadowed, looking straight at him.

Harry gasped and fell to the ground, edging away as fast as he could, only looking away for one second.

When he hesitantly looked back, no-one was there.

Authors Note: Okay, heres the next chapter...Hoping you like it, and I have to say that I did try and update yesterday, but this site wouldnt let me for some reason. ...sighs But here you are! It finally came.

Thanks for all the reviews! I love reading them, its giving me loads of nice ideas for what else I could do with the story, so please, dont stop them. Gives me something to look forward to. :)

Anyway, sorry if its slightly shorter than usual. I've (and still am) been piled up with homework. Urgh.

Next chapter should be soon. I'm going away for the weekend and have to write a story for English, so expect it in about 3-8 days. The usual. And please...hit the review button! lol.