What Happened Underwater
~Would they?~
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Cedric
I took a deep breath. I knew what was about to happen. I was prepared for anything. I would succeed. I had to.
Only… What would they take?
The question haunted me, night after restless night, until finally it was upon us. The second task. My second chance; my second chance to prove myself, my second chance at glory, honor, and respect. Respect, for once in my life, for me and my house. For Hufflepuff. For Cho…
Wait, where's Cho? I looked about wildly, abandoning any pretense of listening to Binns. I hadn't seen her all day, or in the hall. I turned my head to look at where she normally sat. Marietta sat alone, spacing out. I caught her eye and raised my eyebrows at the empty seat. She shrugged, and resumed her daydreaming. I was starting to panic a little.
The bell rang, and I bolted, checking the library, the great hall, the owlery, everywhere I could think. I couldn't find her, and it dawned on me that maybe it wasn't an object that would be taken, maybe…
They wouldn't…
Would they?
Cho
One hour earlier…
Professor Flitwick whisked me out of Potions, and hurried me to the headmaster's office, his usually jovial features set in grim, hard lines. I just had time to wonder what I was in for when we arrived.
Ron and Hermione were there, sitting and talking quietly. Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Ah, Miss Chang, we've been expecting you."
The pair stopped talking and looked at me in confusion. Then a look of understanding dawned on Hermione's face. She whispered something in the red-head's ear and he smirked, whispering back something that caused Hermione to smack him upside the head. I thought about what could possibly land me here with these two of all people, and it dawned on me.
The task… We were all involved with… Oh dear.
My suspicions were confirmed by the headmaster, who explained that we would all be "captured" by the merpeople and rescued by our relative champions.
I glared at Ron, who let out a guffaw when I asked who would be rescuing me. "I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart. Who's the only one who you even know?"
Blushing furiously, I stammered "I-I thought maybe-"
"Now, Now." Said Dumbledore mildly. "It was a fair question. Now, you won't remember anything from your time underwater, unless you choose otherwise. Yes, you do have a choice in the matter. In a rather unexpected turn of events, both Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley have chosen to remember."
They wouldn't...
Would they?
Surprised, I looked at Hermione and saw her in a whole new light. I'd always thought she'd make a good Ravenclaw, but now I saw that there was more Gryffindor in her than anyone knew. Of course it was her idea, Weasley'd probably rather snore away the whole thing. But to suggest that you should remember something like… Well, whatever is coming… Wow.
Well, now my curiosity was aroused. To think what I would see, what I would do…
" I want to remember, too."