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Philomel nervously twisted her raven pendant, just knowing that something bad was going to happen during this task.
Something had occurred during every other task, and it had made her paranoid. Something was brewing, something bad. Even though she'd turned the Death Eater to her side, her instincts were screaming that the danger was not over.
Still Philomel paid close attention to Ludo Bagman as he announced the rules of the third task.
"Now listen closely champions. This task, as you can probably see, is that of a maze. But this is not just any maze, oh no! In it's corridors are spells, creatures, and plants designed to keep you from getting to the middle. But you will have to reach the middle of the maze because that is where the cup resides. The Champion who touches the cup first will be the winner of this tournament. We'll be staggering the entrances; those with the most points will go first. That means that Cedric and Harry, you two should go and stand by the entrance. You'll be going in at the same time."
As the two of them stood at the entrance way, Philomel stared into it's dark twists and turns, and flinched when a roar sounded far within.
Cedric noticed this, and smiled at her. "Hey, Potter, calm down. This shouldn't be too bad, it's not like there's going to be a dragon. They already did those. You're a good wizard, and you've got a good head on your shoulders. Just don't panic and everything will be fine, right? Good luck, and may the best man win."
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Cedric and Philomel were deposited harshly onto the ground by the Portkey, when a neon-green jet of light flew over their heads. Cedric dived to the side, taking shelter behind a gravestone while Philomel was hit with two different spells—one tearing away half her shirt and her glamoured necklace, the other binding her to another gravestone.
"Potter!" hisses Cedric, though he does not leave the meager safety of the gravestone to help her.
Three dark figures raise their wands, but they lower them when an eerie voice whispers, "Leave the boy, he is no danger. Start the ritual, I must be whole!"
"NO! VOLDEMORT!" screams Philomel, straining against the bonds. A squat figure melts out of the darkness to stand next to the girl. "It was you, you bastard! It wasn't enough to kill my parents, but now you insist on compounding your sins! You'll die before the night is through, I promise that!"
Wormtail merely stares at her impassively, and then stabs her harshly in the arm. She screams as her blood pours into a crystal bottle.
The dark ritual continues, as a bone is levitated out of the grave beneath Philomel, Wormtail severs his own hand, before dumping the blood into it. Light flashed out of the huge cauldron as an odd, snake-like, baby-like creature was placed into it lovingly by an emaciated witch.
Smoke poured over the graveyard, giving Cedric chills up and down his spine. He risked a glance at the girl who had been Harry Potter to him, and saw that her face had beaded in cold sweat and her skin looked like cottage cheese. Pain racked her body and blood poured down her arm.
"Go on, Diggory, grab the cup, it's a Portkey," she panted, "it'll take you back to Hogwarts. Warn the Headmaster that he's back. Don't worry about me."
Cedric shook his head stubbornly. "I'm not leaving without you."
A figure rose from the cauldron—too tall and thin to be human. The magic holding Philomel to the headstone exploded as she screamed, "GO, NOW!"
Her wand came up the same time as Voldemort shot an Avada at her, but she was too slow. Sirrush, however, was not—the snake's powerful white wings blocking the killing curse from her mistress.
"SIRRUSH!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Once again, however, the curse missed its mark; hitting Cedric in the back as he grabbed Philomel's hand. The last thing she heard in that graveyard was her own scream as his corpse hit her.
Then they were back at Hogwarts, Philomel still screaming. She could see the entirety of the spectators rise from their seats to stare at her in shock: her and the dead body that lay on top of her.
She could see Anila, Hermione, and Michele forcing their way down from the stands, but darkness gathered at the corners of her vision too quickly, and Philomel knew they would get there too late. She let the darkness take over.
Moody limped quickly over to her, and was the first to reach her. He gathered the unconscious girl up in his arms and the two of them disappeared.
The crowd roared, finally figuring out that Cedric was dead and Harry Potter was no where to be found, and they wanted blood.
Anila screamed out, "NO! SHE'S HARRY, SHE'S HARRY POTTER! IT WAS GLAMOUR, PLEASE, STOP!"
But not even Hermione and Michele could stop the mob that had formed from grabbing the girl and no one would listen to their protestations of her and Philomel's innocence.
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Two Champions Dead, Boy-Who-Lived One of Them!
By Rita Skeeter
This journalist mourns with the families and friends of two of the Triwizard Champions: Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter.
In a shocking end to the third and final task, the two—as soon as they touched the Triwizard Cup—were whisked away by a Portkey to locales unknown; only for Diggory's corpse and an unknown girl to be returned.
Identified as Philomel Faye by Draco Malfoy—an old acquaintance of hers—it is believed that she is behind the two murders. However, an accomplice of hers—posing as infamous Auror, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody—escaped with her before the authorities could incarcerate the cold-blooded murderer.
A "friend" of Harry Potter's, Anila Thomas, was arrested by Aurors; who believe that she knows the whereabouts of Faye. She was heard screaming that Philomel was Harry—and hasn't even cracked under Veritaserum. It is believed that her mother—Potions Mistress Cithara Thomas—had developed a counter to the truth serum, so she will be imprisoned in Azkaban until she breaks.
But this is a sad day for the Wizarding World, who lost not only their saviour, but a very sweet and intelligent boy. Good-bye Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory—we will miss you.
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My dearest friends,
I am sorry for all of the pain I've caused you. I cannot even tell you how sorry I am.
But I must cause you more.
I must ask that you all forget about me. Forget that you ever knew me. You'll be safer, and I would feel less guilty for bringing this upon you.
Please do not owl me unless it is life or death. Either way, you will not have a reply.
I will be back in a few years to defeat Voldemort. Please forget all about me, pretend I was nothing to you. It will be easier on you all.
Hermione, I give Selah to you. I cannot have her here, and Sirrush is dead. Seeing Selah reminds me too much of my familiar; the one who told me everything, and stayed with me throughout her entire life.
This is goodbye my friends.
Philomel Faye Potter.
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Philomel,
We will never forget you. So stop thinking that right now.
Do you know what Anila has done? She has allowed herself to be sentenced to a life in Azkaban for aiding and abetting you. You? A murderer? Ha! Morbid though you are, you'd probably commit suicide if you ever killed someone. Besides Quirrel that is.
Hermione thanks you for Selah: and those tearstains are hers too.
Voldemort announced his return a year after you left; people think that you somehow resurrected him. You didn't, did you? Don't forget, we know that that fake Moody was a death eater.
We'll be waiting for you when you return. You better have a good excuse for leaving, otherwise it won't be pleasant.
Luna wishes me to remind you that you promised us at the beginning of the year that you wouldn't leave us for anything. I suppose that you lied—that was a direct quote.
We miss you,
Michele.
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In the old days, the wizarding armies would often meet on the field of battle much as the muggle armies. Some of the greatest "natural" monuments of the muggle world were created by the magics that were tossed between these armies.
As it was with the muggle armies, the magical generals often led their armies.
These generals were taught a last resort spell, should all else fail. Although it would end in their death, this spell would allow the user to gain the energy of those who had fallen before them in the hopes that they could then defeat the enemy. It worked best to end a war, not a battle, as there is a great amount of preparation needed.
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Five Years Later…
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Is This The End?
By Colin Creevey
Many people have cursed Philomel Faye over the years for taking our saviour from us, but now we at The Daily Prophet believe that we should ask her to help us.
If she can kill the Boy-Who-Lived, then surely she can defeat Voldemort. The only problem is that no one has seen her in five years. Perhaps she has been scared into hiding, or perhaps she wants nothing to do with us.
Dumbledore has worked hard over the past four years to insure the safety of magical Britain, but now, with his death, I think I speak for everyone when I say that I fear for our way of life.
All I can say is that death comes swiftly upon us, and only a miracle will save us now.
Please, Faye, if you are reading this, help us.
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Gringotts' Manager,
I'm sure that you have known that Philomel Faye and Harry Potter are one in the same for a long time now.
Enclosed is my last will and testament. I will be engaging in potentially deadly activities soon, so I wish to have this entered into your records.
Thank you, and may your gold run free,
Philomel Faye Potter.
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The Last Will and Testament of Philomel Faye Potter.
I, Philomel Faye Potter, being of sound mind and body leave my material possessions to be distributed as follows:
To Sirius Black I leave one-ninth of my fortune, as well as my property named Godric's Hollow.
To Severus Snape, I leave one-ninth of my fortune, as well as the forested land I own.
To Remus Lupin, I leave one-ninth of my fortune, as well as my property named Potter Cottage.
To Draco Malfoy, I leave one-ninth of my fortune, as well as the coronet, which I have entrusted to my Gringotts' account manager, and matching sword, which should be on my person in the event of my death.
To Michele Romani, I leave one-ninth of my fortune, as well as my town-house in Venice.
To Luna Lovegood, I leave one-ninth of my fortune, as well as the notes taken by Potters on magical creatures. They are in the Potter Manor.
To Hermione Granger, I leave one-ninth of my fortune, as well as the entire Potter library.
To Gringotts Bank, I leave one-ninth of my fortune, as well as any goblin-crafted objects not mentioned above.
And to my dearest friend, Anila Thomas, I leave the remaining ninth of my fortune, as well as anything not named above.
Signed: Philomel Faye Potter
Witnessed by: Bartimaeus Crouch Junior, and Minerva McGonagall
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