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Ginny was a nervous wreck the following days. Harry looked even busier than usual, and Ginny feared she bit more than she could chew. She was jittery, but could never totally stop from smiling. Ron and Hermione asked her if something was wrong, which she always answered, sounding more nervous she would have liked, that everything was just peachy. When they asked while Harry was around, the latter would always wear a devious smirk. After a full week, at lunch, the waiting was finally over.
Four owls entered the Great Hall, flying side by side, each one carrying an envelope that trailed golden sparks behind. They dropped them at the corner of the hall, the blood-red envelopes hovering at head level. Howlers! But…whoever heard of golden trimmed howlers?
After they opened, classical music filled the Hall and it seemed to be the cue for a small procession of house elves in clean Hogwarts crested rags, following Dobby dressed in a black tuxedo, to walk down the Hall. Dobby radiated pride and nervousness. He was never so fully clothed in his life! It was so indecent! He wouldn't let his friend Harry Potter down, not after all he did for him! Last Christmas, the Great Harry Potter sent a package addressed to him with instruction to give the content to his master Draco! It was a lone black sock with a note telling the bleached Blond to 'sock it up'. In fury, Draco threw the footwear to Dobby, who was freed! What a brilliant wizard!
Back to the present, the four elves trailing him seemed to carry something invisible at shoulder level. The procession stopped at the Gryffindor table and Dobby cleared his throat loudly. He spoke with the loudest, non-shrieking voice anyone ever heard from an elf.
"Miss Ginny Weasley, I have the privilege of introducing you to my master, this valorous Champion of Hogwarts who wishes to ask you, in all humility, a simple question."
As he finished speaking, he took some grey powder from a pouch and spread it right over the elves' hidden burden. Harry, in his school robes, knelling on a huge silver shield marked with the Gryffindor crest, had his head bowed, a hand on a knee. He raised his head and, in the dying music of the exhausted howlers, asked the girl he now faced softly:
"Would you go to the Yule Ball with me, Ginny?"
The hall was deadly quiet, waiting for the answer. Ginny forgot all pretenses, jumped over the table screaming "Yes!" and threw herself in Harry's arms. The Great Hall erupted in cheers, everyone loving a show now and then! Harry managed to get himself and Ginny off the shield, since the poor elves' knees were starting to shake under the strain. Dobby bowed low before leading the procession out of the Hall.
Hermione just squealed in excitement and couldn't wait to hug Ginny in congratulation.
"He's mental," was the sole comment of Ginny's youngest brother. He knew better than to get between those two.
Harry finally sat at his table, getting enough claps on the back to leave him sore for the next hour. After some 'girl time' with Ginny, Hermione quickly rounded on him.
"Was that revealing powder Dobby used on you? Where did you get any on such a short notice?"
"I asked Professor Flitwick and he told me he was able to teach me how to make some, but couldn't do it himself. Apparently, it takes a special frame of mind to be able to make the disillusion spell stick on a virtual infinity of star dust. The dust itself is common potion ingredients, and as to find a witch with the needed mindset…"
"Luna," spoke Ginny, grinning.
"Exactly! That's always going to be a nice skill for her to have. Vanishing and Revealing powder can be worth a pretty penny," nodded Harry.
Now Hermione bit her lips, unsure if she should say the next thing she had on her mind.
"The elves were delighted!" assured Harry. "Dobby said I pretty much made a dream come true, and the other ones were honoured to be part of something so ceremonial. They felt they had a part in history. They were glad of their part in it too."
"I still feel we take advantage of them," she said, sighing.
"Every creature on this Earth serves its own interests," said a light voice out of nowhere. "For humans, it's love and power. Goblins are control freaks who worship gold. Centaurs' lives focus on nature and their tribes. Giants' goal is to eat as much as they can and fight with bigger clubs. House elves' desires happened to be making humans happy and serving them blindly. Their system of values is built from that. How can we ever perfectly understand? We're only human, after all. We can only accept."
After her uninterrupted tirade, Luna sat, facing Ginny, and started to serve herself dessert.
"For some reason, the ones with the most sugar always end up on this table…" she whispered loudly to them.
"Luna, have you been reading on muggle psychology lately?" asked Hermione dreadfully.
With some sugar cream pie in her mouth, Luna showed Hermione the cover of her current reading material.
"Final Fantasy Eight Strategy Guide?" read Harry. "I didn't know you played that game."
Luna blinked twice.
"It's a game?"
Harry stood as rigid as a board. He didn't look half bad in his ceremonial suit if he may say so himself. It even gave him some allure. He took a handkerchief to dry his moist hands. He knew Ginny worked on herself for the past four hours getting ready. Even Hermione started after her and she said she had to take care of her hair!
Looking up, as he heard the door of the third year girls' dorm close, he felt like a traitor. The girl that just got out was nothing short of majestic. She wore a dark silver dress that matched no House colours, with her long, sandy-blond hair free, going down her back. Her eyes were downcast, looking careful not to trip on her dress in the stairs, allowing Harry to marvel on the matching silver and metallic blue makeup that, for once, wasn't trying to cheat on the skin's true colour, but added to the work of art the girl became. As she looked up, her eyes catching Harry's, she let a small smile as his brain finally registered he was really looking at Ginny. He knelt before her and presented her the traditional flower to put on her robe. She took it and he helped her pin it on.
"Ginny, you look nothing short of incredible! But…your hair?"
She winked at him.
"I wanted to check out if it's true that blondes have more fun! Who knows, it might be there to stay…"
"I wouldn't mind," spoke Harry at once, in a daze.
Ginny offered him a wide smile, and then her arm. Harry took it gently and walked her out of the Gryffindor tower, standing a bit straighter, but this time out of pride.
The Ball was a huge success and the partners pretty much stole the Champion's spotlight. Seeing Hermione and Ginny laughing side to side got more than one guy jealous of the Durmstrang and the Gryffindor/Hogwarts Champions. Cho Chang was no left over either, with her traditional Chinese dress. Fleur was even more stunning than usual and her date was no slouch either, but he just couldn't compare.
Harry danced more than he thought himself able. He had to learn how to ballroom dance, and Ginny drilled his feet raw to it. She had to work hard herself and pushed her patience to the limit as classical music was not her forte. She easily got bored and more often than not, a wireless was out, letting out music for a more modern kind of dancing as soon as Professor McGonagall was out of the room.
They let themselves go wild on the loud, thrashing music. Ron was on the side, looking miserable, while Hermione danced with Victor Krum. Harry, focused on Ginny as he was, barely noticed him.
He couldn't remember when it was they started slow dancing. He couldn't remember either when they started kissing. He just went where the night led them and stopped worrying about everything.
They left the ballroom to walk in the ice garden outside and met Snape who was on his way out, muttering something about shameless behaviour.
"Potter. Don't tell me I will have to hunt you out of some hideout with your little girlfriend to teach you to keep your hands for yourself? Being a champion doesn't exempt you from decency…" he sneered, blocking their way.
Harry simply smiled. Even Snape couldn't ruin this night.
"I wouldn't dream of anything but being a perfect gentleman tonight, professor. After all, this is a special occasion. We have all year long to be naughty teenagers behind your back," he answered, before gently pulling a giggling Ginny with him. A low growl followed their departure.
"You mean it, Harry?" asked Ginny as they walked. "We have…all the rest of the time?" she said, holding her breath.
"You made me discover how much fun life can be when you stop holding back on it. Why should this be any different? We'll see where this takes us," he shrugged, pulling her a bit closer.
It was as new to him as it was to her, but they both tried to shrug off any teen awkwardness there always is with first love.
Harry woke up to a house elf poking him and shoving a strange-looking plant in his hand. Dobby then hushed him toward the location of the second task. Harry told everyone the message he got from the egg, thanks to Cedric's input, and he instantaneously knew what would be taken from him. He felt ill knowing that Ginny would be resting at the bottom of the lake for a whole hour, but what was that 'lost forever' part? Could the Cup really make him…lose her? There is more than one way to lose someone, and he was scared out of his mind at the thought of losing her at this point.
After everything that happened this year, reminding him that something was up with this tournament, the only thing that stopped him from going bonkers was Ginny. On the platform, he waited for the signal, shoved the plant in his mouth and dove underwater.
Ginny woke up, sputtering water and doing her best to stop it from going into her mouth. She heard more panting around her, one being from a small girl to the left of Harry and the other from her boyfriend himself, who seemed on the verge of passing out. She grabbed him under an arm, since he was holding on something underwater with the other, and was about to pull him toward the starting deck. Looking back, she saw the small girl looking around, scared.
"Are you okay?" asked Ginny loudly. "Can you make it to the deck?"
"Fleur, où es-tu?" called the small girl.
Ginny heard someone dive in the water nearby and guessed the small French witch would be taken care of.
"We're almost there, Harry," said Ginny, wondering why her boyfriend was so silent, even with his deep breathing.
As officials pulled him up on the deck, the blood on his swimsuit and all over his torn shirt finally appeared. He was holding a side with the arm that Ginny couldn't grab.
"Harry! What happened! Where…"she started, fighting her way out of the water.
Hermione helped her but kept her from going to Harry, Madam Pomfrey already having him carried in a tent. Dumbledore looked torn himself but let the med-witch to her art. She was the best there was after all. He went to the mermaid leader who looked very uncomfortable at this very moment and started a discussion. Dumbledore had blazing eyes near the end and the last shriek he produced made the mermaid cringe before jumping back into the water.
He went to the other judges and explained something with obvious anger in his voice. Karkaroff seemed to wave the matter away but then, everyone present turned toward Dumbledore as even a blind man would have felt that flare in his aura. The anger was palpable and the few words he sent toward the Durmstrang's Headmaster must have been well chosen as the dark man took two steps back and lowered his head.
Ginny stood before the entrance of the tent, refusing anything to drink or even to dry herself without knowing how Harry was. Ron went and stood beside his sister.
"You know, it's not the first time he's hurt, Gin…"
"Shut up, Ron,"
"Sure, sure, but…if I was Harry, I wouldn't like to see my girlfriend all cold and shivering when I would finally be in shape to see her. I would rather see her as a reminder of what I bled for. A warm hand in mine when I wake up, you know," he said lightly.
Ginny looked at herself and searched around her.
"Hermione! Do you know a good drying charm? If that pepper-up potion offer is still available, I think I'll take one or two…"
Hermione sent Ron a warm look and the later shrugged.
"If she's really what matters the most to him…" he muttered, smiling a bit sadly.
The score, once again, was clearly in Harry's favour. Dumbledore insisted that Harry's will to free all hostages, and not only his own, showed great strength of character and not…lack of judgment. He was now way ahead in the score. The reason of Harry's injuries were kept silent, but was a shocking reminder of the dangers that lurk in the wild.
The Champions, and Harry's friends, either knew or were told the truth. Harry's wound, partly hidden by his shirt, was the puncture wound of a spear. Harry, resting on his bed, accepted to tell his friend what happened if they swore not to tell anyone, and not to fuss over him. Ginny took his hand between her own and simply waited. She was glad, now, to have listened to Ron.
"All went good and well thanks to Dobby. The gillyweed worked wonders and I used the 'aguamanti' spell to propel myself even faster. I got there and saw the mermaid circling the four hostages, handling weapons. I stood between Ginny and them and they made no attempt to stop me. It lasted until right after I cut the rope that tied Ginny to the bottom of the lake. I moved over to Hermione but they just lunged at me, weapon raised. I did the first thing that came to mind and shot an aguamanti spell, sweeping it back and forth. That stopped them in their tracks but one threw his spear at me. I don't have to tell you his aim was good," Harry said, wincing and putting a hand on his side.
"I shot a reducto at that one, but what he received was boiling water. From the scalding he received, and the scream that issued, I think he would have rather preferred the original spell. Funny, that's the moment they choose to stop attacking. Victor got there and I helped him get Hermione's rope in his shark mouth. He was looking at me with small, hungry eyes and I'm glad his transformation was only half-done. Cedric came right after and was about to help me with Fleur's sister but the mermaids came back from hiding to attack him. I didn't have the time to deal with them so I pulled on both ropes to move Ginny and the little girl up, propelling myself with the water spell again. The gillyweed stopped working once I got back to the surface. That's it."
Ron sighed, sat heavily on a folding chair and looked up.
"Mate, someone really wants you dead. You'll have to pick up the pace of your training."
"Yeah, I know," Harry sighed.
"You don't, yet. I mean really pick it up," spoke Ron, looking at him pointedly.
For once, Ron meant every bit of what he said. He scheduled some mean training sessions. He recruited the help of a few others in order to make it even more painful.
He started by practising the shield charm. Harry's protego shield was Swiss cheese under the straight assault of six wands shooting stinging hexes non-stop. Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George and Luna shot at Harry who wasn't allowed to move or block with anything else that his shield. After the first ten minutes, Harry threw his wand on the ground and yelled.
"What the hell is that supposed to achieve? All I'll have to show is more rashes tomorrow!"
They took a light break and Ron walked to him, a bit uneasy.
"Mate, I noticed something while you train, or, like, in the first task. Remember your Patronus last year? The accio spell earlier this one? The aguamanti spell, who's supposed to be a thin jet of water, used to water the plants and put out campfires? Under pressure, you have this ability to learn and power-up a single spell at an incredible pace. The more pressure you're under, real pressure, the faster you learn! This is the only non-lethal way I could come up with to make you learn that spell. Your drive to stop being stung should make it happen."
Harry looked a bit less angry but only so much.
"Well, after ten minutes of it, I'm still at the point of trying to get my stinging hand to cast the spell right. What about we restart with only two people firing at me?"
Ron sighed. This wouldn't work. Ginny walked up to them.
"I've got an idea. Let's start over again."
Ron shrugged and walked up to the firing range. Turning around, he lifted his wand, but froze. Ginny stood right in front of Harry, her wand away.
"Ready? Fire!" she yelled.
As a reflex, the five remaining attackers fired a volley. Harry cast a shield in a hurry, covering both him and Ginny. It blocked the first three, letting the last two hit his living shield. She hissed in pain but looked back at Harry, smiling.
"I understand how you could be so irritated after ten minutes of that," she said.
Harry's eyes harden. Ron smiled.
"On my mark: fire at will!"
Harry was deeply troubled with Mr. Crouch disappearance. He was long convinced that someone, out there, was out for his blood. One could say it was paranoia, but Harry could link every event back to himself. The Goblet of Fire spewing out his name was only the first. This one was a bit more subtle, but Harry remembered that it was Mr. Crouch's house elf that was found with his wand bearing the trace of a dark mark spell. Now as to who was behind it all, Harry knew just too well. His dream at the start of the summer was still vivid and he had a few others that pictured Voldemort in shape enough to hold a wand and cast the killing curse.
Hermione told him he should concentrate on the here and now, mainly on learning the list of spell she prepared. She said that Voldemort had no way to grow back a body and his dream didn't show him possessing anyone for the moment. Harry went to Ron and related Hermione's advice.
"Her deductions are good and based on solid logical reasoning, but since when Voldemort acted in a rational way? Going after me like that borders on obsession! I feel like I'm running out of time, or rather, that I should use the time I have to do something else. I am sure that at some point, when I am the most vulnerable, he'll send his henchmen to get me. This maze offers too many opportunities. I want to redirect the training and upgrade it a notch."
"Harry, we can't speed things up any faster short of trying to kill you, or Ginny! To make you master that list of spells Hermione made…"
"Exactly. The list is too long. Too many spells. In a fight, I can't stop to ponder which one to use. I have to learn fewer spells and power them up more," Harry said.
"How many spells, then?" asked Ron, frowning.
Harry looked pensive a moment.
"One. I need just one spell."
Hermione was a bit crossed at first that her research wouldn't be put to use, all but one spell she put at the bottom of the list.
"It takes too much time to cast, Harry! It takes a lot of power too and, honestly, it can't answer all situations!"
"Power, I have it. We established that I can become freakishly good at controlling a spell and speed shouldn't pose a problem when I'll have it mastered."
"And the use you make of it depends solely on your imagination," said Luna dreamingly. "I love your idea, Harry. It will surprise your enemy."
Everyone turned to Luna, then to Hermione. The latter shook her head, defeated.
"If even Luna says they will be surprised, I guess there is nothing to add."
"Don't worry, 'Mione. We can always learn the rest of the spells after the tournament, or next year! We'll have a lot of free time then and we'll already have a training routine ready!" said Ron.
Hermione offered him a beaming smile and Harry knew that the bad blood from the Ball mess was long gone.
"Everyone's ready? Potter, you have two whole minutes of head starts. On my mark…" started Ludo Bagman just before Filch fired a cannon disturbingly close to the crowd. Harry, starting to run, distractingly thought it wouldn't be above him to slip a cannonball into it, pretending that he didn't know it had to be fired blank.
Harry knew this was it. This was the day, the very hour he would face Voldemort after barely a few months' preparation. He would come here and try to get to Harry at the only place in Hogwarts that was meant to be dangerous: the third task's maze. He would face him head on, this time, and use veritaserum on any flunkies he might leave behind when Harry will tear his weakened form down! He would stop him from being a nuisance once and for all.
Harry turned a corner and stood face-to-something-akin-to-a-face with a blast-ended scrout. It had eyes and a mouth but any resemblance to a face stopped there. Still, Harry remembered it well since he spent the year feeding the like of them in Hagrid's garden. Having seen what it could do all year long placed him in the best position to know how to handle it. Harry simply lifted his wand up, the complex movement of the spell hidden in the straight line, the result of endless hours of practice.
A ten inches thick wall shot from the ground between Harry and the newly-bred monster. Harry then turned around and ran in another direction.
The path he took led him to another obstacle that wasn't a dangerous foe this time, but an enchantment that blocked the way in a pretty, shimmering shower of spark. Harry transfigured another wall of stone, this one really thin and loose at the base. He pushed it down with one hand, using it as a test-bridge. The wall fell, but didn't break. The really curious thing was that even if it didn't break, the part in the shimmer was now stuck up in the air like a new ceiling.
"It just put things upside down!" figured Harry out loud. He closed his eyes and crossed, the only indication something changed was a light vertigo and the light chime of the enchantment. He resumed his run as soon as he passed the obstacle. Of course, he left a wall behind him to block the way. No senses in letting someone follow him.
"Young contestants, a riddle I will ask and correctly answer you must for me to let you pass. For a wrong answer will…Hey! You can't just jump over my leg and run pass me! Come back you little rat!" said the Sphinx, who wasn't prepared for someone like Harry. It got up, growling mad, resolute to eat that little, impudent monkey and the hell with the wizards!
Harry barely looked behind himself and waved his wand. A two feet thick wall shot like a rocket from the ground and took out the running Sphinx right under the chin. The wall kept on rising a few feet before coming to a stop. A heavy 'thud' was heard on the other side, and then nothing. Either the Sphinx was knocked out or he figured that Harry was too much trouble to run after.
Rounding another corner, Harry saw the Cup right ahead!
Alright now, where's the catch. Harry knew he ran full speed most of the way and avoided more than took care of most of the obstacles, but this was still too easy. Harry ran to the cup, blocking each side passage with more stone walls, leaving only one at the other side of the Cup open.
"Come on Pettigrew! Come out! I know you're here! It's either you or that other no-name wizard who kiss Lord What's-his-name under-robe! Come out!"
Harry circled the Cup three times but no one answered his challenge. No one stepped out, trying to grab him.
"I guess the trap is meant to be during the celebration, then," muttered Harry, taking the Cup.
A feeling of dread filled him.
"Or not."
Harry made a full circle on himself after getting up. He did his best to roll the fall that end inevitably any form of magical travel he takes, except for a good old broom. The Cup fell at his side, on the graveyard ground.
"Shit. Now that this is established, where am I? This place looks vaguely familiar. Oh shit, that's the place I dream about, meaning…"
The pain, as much as he just started to expect it, took him by surprise and made him drop on his knee. His memory couldn't quite prepare him for it as his brain could not totally grasp the amplitude of the pain he felt back in his first year. It was as if his head couldn't handle the pain and some overflowed from his body to hurt his very spirit.
"Expeliarmus!"
Harry's wand flew from his hand, and that was the start of a very unpleasant moment. He found himself bound to a statue, forced to watch one of the darkest rituals there was, using the bones of a father, the flesh of a servant and the blood of an enemy: his blood! He saw the dreaded return of his nemesis and the puppets he calls Death Eaters come back running to him. The monster, that might have been human once, started talking and talking, never growing tired of hearing his own voice before challenging him to a duel. He was freed from the statue. He was given his wand back and now faced a Dark Lord.
And for what? All he ever wanted was to live in peace! To go to school, learn something and make a living out of it far away from the Dursley! Why did it all have to land on him?
-You are not normal! You never were and never will be! Get it in that thick head of yours!- said the memory of Ginny, roaring in his mind.
It pulled him back to the present, and to Voldemort who laughed at him, telling his minions that he broke his toy before he could play with it. Harry snarled. He wouldn't play to wound or to maim this time. He would not go easy like he did to the dragon, or the mermaids. To be able to finally live, this abomination would have to die. Not only die, it had to be destroyed.
Harry raised his wand violently and four thick walls rose around Voldemort, encasing him in stone. The one right in front of him blew at once and Harry made another one rise right in front of himself, shielding him from the flying debris.
"Stone walls, Harry Potter? You seem to be somewhat competent with them, congratulations. Too bad no mere wall can imprison me."
Voldemort apparated behind Harry, past the protective stone construct. He sent a bone-crushing curse right at head level and Harry, recognizing it, raised another wall between him and the spell, dispersing it. Voldemort hissed in annoyance and a game of cat and mouse started. Soon, Harry found himself in another labyrinth, but this one was of his making. He erected walls faster than Voldemort destroyed them and ran everywhere, expanding the area the Dark Lord had to search for him. Harry connected the walls and started to make them move. At more than one occasion, he almost made a Dark Lord sandwich. When Harry started making walls out of other walls, going so far as making a ceiling he would drop on him if he dared chose that way, Voldemort had had enough.
"Lucius! What are you waiting for? Take down those walls! But never forget that the boy is mine to kill!"
Now the walls started to crumble way faster than what Harry could produce. Still, he managed to wound a lot of Death Eaters and even trap some under rubble. Then, directly in front of him, a wall crumbled and let through a familiar jet of ruby light. The reductor curse flew right at him. He had no place to dodge left or right, his own walls trapping him. His wand was in front of him, but the time he would try to make a shield, the curse would be on him. He realized that the moment he saw the spell speed his way.
Recognizing it, he meant to throw his own but didn't. The tip of his wand connected with the spell and stuck to it! Wanting to get rid of it, Harry whipped it back from where it came. The spell left his wand right when he wanted to and he was rewarded, a second and a half later, by a disgusting, gurgling noise.
What did he just do? Did he really throw back a curse? He felt as if the spell he prepared to throw was in his wand, the energy balancing the one of the spell outside and stopping his tool of holly wood and phoenix feather from being shattered. Then, something in the wand held on to the spell until he wanted it gone! It took him a grand total of ten seconds to come to those conclusions and by that time, the walls surrounding him were crushed down and Voldemort stood a short distance to him.
"Your resistance was greater than expected, Harry. More cowardly so, but that was to be expected from the son of James and Lily Potter! After all, that was pretty much what they did before they died: they tried to hide from me! As you might realize today, it did them a FAT load of GOOD!" he finished, spitting the last part loudly.
"Aveda Kedavra!"
The spell shot out of Voldemort skeletal wand, a sickly green light of pure malevolence. Harry knew that spell. He knew it well. He was struck with it when he was barely one year old and he even dream of a green flash of light sometimes! It was truly the first spell he could remember, and Harry felt pretty murderous himself. What this thing did to him, to his parents! Ron said he could learn freakishly fast when threatened. It was time to put that theory to the test.
The green light was mere centimetres in front of his wand, and the latter shook with excitement. Oh, how bad it wanted to get even with its twin sister! The spell connected and Harry felt an incredible tension in his arm, all the way to his shoulders. His arms went over his right shoulder, where he pulled up at the ray of death, desperately hanging on. His feet dragged on the ground and Harry's face was a slow, grimacing mask painted with efforts. Tom Riddle's face was slowly etching with surprise.
Harry finally wiped his hand forward, sending the spell back to the sender like a bad owl. Just before letting go of the spell, illumination flashed in his mind.
"Aveda Kedavra!"
Harry's own death curse spiralled with the first and doubled the speed of the spell, allowing no chance for the newly reborn Dark Lord to move away. He flew back a few feet, one of the killing curses absorbed by his body and forcing a thick, grey mist out of his back. The resisting spirit barely had the time to shape as Voldemort's head that it was struck by the second killing curse, making it explode like a rock made of ethereal ashes. The scream echoed widely, bouncing back around on the tombstones.
Such a moment call for stunned silence and reverential fear. Instead, screams of pain erupted from the still conscious Death Eaters. They grasped at their tattooed arms, experiencing the death of their master up close.
Harry, panting, looked left and right, before raising his wand.
"Accio Tournament Cup."