Renna gasped, her eyes unfocused. "Harry!"

Ron and Hermione turned to look at her in concern, ignoring the noisy crowds around them, all waiting boisterously to see who would win the Third Task. "What's happened, Renna?" They asked.

"He's just…been portkeyed…" Renna said thickly, trying to sort out the almost delirious images she was receiving from her twin, already injured by the spider in the Maze.

"Where?" Asked Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Bill together, all leaning forward.

Renna didn't answer them, but stood up and shoved through the crowd, trying to keep her balance as she tried to keep in contact with Harry and reach Dumbledore at the same time. She stumbled like a drunken man several times, falling twice. She barely saw the people around her, their forms blurred and indistinct as she gave most of her attention to her twin and the pain she could feel in his head.

She felt Cedric die.

Her legs gave out, and she let herself fall bonelessly to the ground, not caring in a distant corner of her mind that the impact would hurt.

But before she hit the hard earth she was caught by a warm body, the person keeping her upright by the mere expedient of putting their body in the way. She gasped what could have been a breathless thanks, and leaned on them as she continued on her mindless quest to the Headmaster.

After what seemed like an eternity she fell against the judge's table and shoved Harry's connection to the back of her mind as well as she could. For a minute Renna gulped air, trying to gather enough of herself to speak. Finally she had it.

"Harry's - something's gone wrong. He and Cedric were portkeyed…" Renna raised her head and met Dumbledore's eyes. "A traitor…someone at Hogwarts…bewitched the Cup. Harry…Cedric…" Tears began running down her cheeks. "Cedric…"

"What happened, Renna?" Professor Dumbledore asked, coming around to kneel in front of her, eyes worried, distraught.

Renna shook her head, still gulping air and trying not to get overwhelmed by Harry's experiences. "Wormtail…in a graveyard…Cup was a portkey. Took Harry and Cedric to a graveyard. Cedric…" Her eyes filled with tears again. "Wormtail…tied Harry to a grave…Tom Marvolo Riddle's…" She gasped as Dumbledore suddenly gripped her arms painfully.

"What did you say?" He asked intently, eyes searching hers. "Whose grave did you say?"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle. Significant?" She didn't wait for his reply. "Wormtail brewing a potion. Pain…in scar…from spider also…snake circling in the grass…"

"What spider?"

"Spider in maze. Bit Harry. Hurts but not as much as scar…He's frightened. Scared. Harry, don't do nothing! Fight!" She sobbed for breath, the images almost overwhelming. "He can't. Tied." Her eyes opened wide, looking at something over Dumbledore's shoulder that only she could see.

"Renna. Renna look at me." Hands, different ones, gripped her shoulders and she was wrenched around to look into grey eyes. "You need to calm down. Get control. It's hard for us to know what you're saying, all right? Focus on me. That's good. Don't let Harry's mind overwhelm yours. For us to help we need to know what's happening. Can you do that for me? Yeah?"

Renna let the grey eyes center her and nodded. "Now," said the boy -it was a boy, she knew that much- "What's happening?"

"Wormtail's brewing a potion." Renna raised a hand to her right arm suddenly and flinched. "Cut us. Put father's bone, his hand, our blood into potion. Before that he dropped what must've been Dark Lord into cauldron. Scar hurts worse than ever before. We can't move." Her blurry peripheral vision saw dark figures surrounding her in a circle. Her eyes unfocused, the power of the events in a faraway graveyard threatening to pull her down again, and she lost sight of the grey eyes.

"Renna." She was shaken, and slapped lightly across the face. "Don't lose us. Keep talking."

She was aware of other voices raised around her, but nothing was important except those eyes and the visions flooding through her. "Dark Lord…Lord Voldemort…risen again." Renna screamed in terror, then, shuddering, snapped herself out of it and temporarily broke the connection completely. Her eyes, completely her own and fully aware, looked up into Draco's. "Don't let me get pulled down, Draco," she said. "I've got to stay aware. Don't let me get pulled down." She saw his nod of acquiescence as she reopened the connection, bracing herself.

Shuddering, she closed her eyes and then opened them, not meeting his eyes but staying coherent, although she worryingly reverted to the plural again. "He is uglier than we had ever thought, more terrible than we could have thought. He talks…he talks to us…about his dead father…and he had called the Death Eaters…and here they come…" Renna became aware of fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her back.

"Keep going, Renna," Draco's slightly ragged voice came through her haze. "You're doing great. He called the Death Eaters?"

Renna nodded. "Yes. He calls them his real family." She came back again to see consternation on the faces of the judges surrounding her. "Sorry. If I scare you when I refer to us in the plural, sorry, but most of my conscious is with Harry right now. That's where my self is. I'm both of us right now." She was shuddering constantly now. "He talks to them. Names a few. Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy-" the fingers on her arms tightened convulsively "-Macnair. Empty places in circle. He says who should be there. Says the Lestranges, others we don't know. Sometimes he doesn't name them." She frowned slightly. "Three dead in his service, one too cowardly to return, one left him forever - he will be killed, of course - and one who has already reentered his service, that one's at Hogwarts. Harry, just hang on, Dumbledore's getting all this information as you see it. I'm fine, don't worry about me you twat! Worry about yourself, most of me's here with you. I'm here with you, Harry…" Her voice broke. "Yes, I know about Cedric…You are not going to die! We're all working on saving you…just hang on, Harry…"

Her narrative with a faraway Harry stopped, her gaze going unfocused again. Draco, afraid that she would go under and not resurface, shook her hard and slapped her again, shouting at her to stay here. Her eyes refocused on him with slight reproach. "Draco, we're doing my best here. It's confusing seeing through two sets of eyes, you know. And Harry needs me more."

"Renna, what's happening right now?" Dumbledore broke in, leaning forward.

"He's talking…about mum's protection on us…" her eyes rolled up and she screamed, her hands scrabbling for purchase and inflicting bleeding marks on Draco's face and neck. Grimly he held on to her, bearing the pain and trying to draw her back. Fortunately the attack did not last for long and she collapsed into Draco's arms, panting, with tears running down her face. "He…he touched…" she drew in a great sobbing, shuddering breath. "He touched…our scar…hurts…so bad…"

"Renna," Dumbledore said urgently, "You're getting too involved. Try to not get in so deep that you can feel Harry's pain."

"It's very hard, Dumbledore!" Renna snapped. "Why don't you give it a go! I have to give a lot of myself to reach him so far away, and when I get there the part of myself I sent gets sucked into his mind! You try resisting!"

"Dumbledore, you can't possibly expect us to believe that this child is communicating mind-to-mind with her twin," blustered Fudge.

Renna looked up, rage in her face, but Karkaroff beat her to it. "Believe it," he snarled, pulling his left sleeve up and shoving it under his nose. "Look at that! The Dark Mark, burned black as it has not for thirteen years. The Dark Lord calls us all, and I did not answer." he abruptly left Renna's side, and she fuzzily wondered at the empty space next to her.

"Reconnect, Renna," Dumbledore said, turning back to her. "How's Harry?"

"He's…oh no," Renna choked. "We're untied…he wants to duel with us!" She began to scream again, thrashing around even more violently. Dumbledore grimly joined his student in holding her down. "Crucio," she said, tears running constantly down her cheeks. "It hurts so bad…Dumbledore, help us!" She begged, meeting his blue eyes. "Send help! We're going to die."

"I cannot, Renna," Dumbledore said, his pain unmistakable. "I don't know where you are."

She did not answer, caught up in events happening hundreds of miles away. She was vaguely aware of words pouring out of her mouth in a flood, but did not know if they were coherent or not and at this point, didn't care.

"Harry!"

"No don't distract me Renna got to concentrate"

She followed his advice, not saying anything but offering wordless comfort and reassurance, following him as the golden cord was erected and never faltering in her flow of encouragement, not even when the golden globe enclosed them. When Harry engaged in the battle of wills, she helped him force the golden beads down into Voldemort's wand, and cheered at their victory. She could feel her vocal chords becoming raw from the many times she had been hit by Crucio and in a infinitesimal part of her mind thought that her professors must have thought it odd when the Imperius had been cast on them. She was aware of the words still pouring out of her, but didn't know what they were and at this point didn't care.

She was with Harry as their parents gave them advice. She was with him as he ran through the graveyard, stayed with him as he realized that he couldn't lift Cedric's body, and stayed with him as he summoned the Portkey. Standing as the magic took effect, she shoved the people out of her way and ran, stumbling, to the edge of the maze.

She was with him when he appeared out of thin air, clutching Cedric's dead body in one hand and the still glittering Triwizard Cup in the other.

The last day of school...How ironic...

"Harry?"

Harry looked up at the doorway and saw his twin lean up against the doorframe. Mustering up a thin smile, he said quietly, "Hi Renna."

She came and sat next to him on the bed. "You ready to go?"

He nodded. "Pretty much."

She smiled at him. "Your shielding's gotten better." She rubbed her knuckles over his head.

Smiling as well, he swatted her hand away. "So has yours."

"The train leaves in ten minutes."

He nodded. "I know."

"People want to say goodbye to you."

He nodded again. "I know."

"Are you going to come downstairs?"

He shrugged. "Maybe."

"Monosyllabic answers aren't good enough for me, Harry. Come on." She hauled him up, responding to his protests by saying, "It's a good thing you're completely dressed, or I would have to help you with that." She steered him downstairs and straight into a Hermione hug.

Harry coughed and said, "Hey Hermione."

"Hi Harry," she said, stepping back and smiling at him. "C'mon, we want to get good seats."

The train trip home was full of laughter, even if Harry didn't do much of the laughing. But one thing he did smile at was Hermione's ingenuous capture of Rita Skeeter and her fitting punishment.

"Renna?" He asked as they stepped out of Platform 9 ¾ and began looking for parents.

She smiled at him wickedly. "Come on," she murmured, slipping her hand into his. "I can't wait to meet my aunt and uncle."

"I'm sure you'll love them," Harry said sarcastically, faking a sickeningly sweet smile. Renna laughed.

"I'm sure I will."

One hot, muggy day in July, Renna opened her front door in response to a knock and nearly spit out her sip of lemonade.

"Hi Renna." He looked up at her insecurely through his bangs, setting his bags down.

She didn't reply, just stepped aside and welcomed Draco into her house with a smile. Shutting her door on the heat, she said only one thing.

"I wondered if I was going to see you this summer."

Oh my god. It's done. I finished it. Wow. This is an incredibly powerful moment. Although it's still going to get tweaked and adjusted and added to, it's mostly finished. Amazing.

I have a sequel in the works, so if you liked this one stick around and read the second one too.