The Truth Behind the name and the lies Pt 4 Chapter 49 The Third Task, a harry potter fanfic

Title: Truth behind the name and the lies pt.4
Pairings: DracoxHarry, twincest, OliverxPercy, RemusxSeverus, CharliexBlaise,ViktorxHermione, future BillxFleur. Stalker Ginny! SeamusxColin, AdrianxNeville*hides*
Fandom : HP
Notes: An abused
boy finds out he's a wizard and a hero; his tormented mind rebels. One person sees through the misconceptions to the real Harry and treats him the way he deserves. How does this change them both and those around them.

This chapter is dedicated to Suto-chan, my 100th reviewer. Hugs!

Chapter 48- the Third Task

Harry got up; the Slytherins and the Gryffindors were applauding him; his family had decided to sit at Slytherin despite some of their Gryffindor and Hufflepuff affiliations. Hermione wished him and Viktor good luck- she gave Harry a hug and Viktor received a kiss.

They headed out of the Great Hall with Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor.

"Feeling all right Harry, my dear boy?" Bagman asked as they went down the stone steps onto the grounds. "Confident?"

"I'm okay," said Harry. It was sort of true; he was nervous, but he kept running over all the hexes and spells he knew as well as what Blaise had instructed him to fight off a multitude of magical creatures in his mind as they walked, and the knowledge that he could remember them all made him feel better. He was after all one of the four top marks; he had higher marks then any Ravenclaw. He'd taken his O.W.L.S. a year early too…

They walked onto the Quidditch field, which was now completely unrecognizable. A twenty-foot-high hedge ran all the way around the edge of it. There was a gap right in front of them: the entrance to the vast maze. The passage beyond it looked dark and creepy.

Five minutes later, the stands had begun to fill; the air was full of excited voices and the rumbling of feet as the hundreds of students filed into their seats. The sky was a deep, clear blue now, and the first stars were starting to appear. Professor Scamander, Remus, Severus, and Professor Flitwick came walking into the stadium and approached Bagman and the champions. They were wearing large, red, luminous stars on their hats, all except Hagrid, who had his on the back of his moleskin vest. He seemed to an unofficial patroller.

"We are going to be patrolling the outside of the maze," Severus said to the champions. "If you get into difficulty, and wish to be rescued, send red sparks into the air, and one of us will come and get you, do you understand?"

The champions nodded.

"Off you go, then!" said Bagman brightly to the four patrollers.

"Good luck. Harry," Remus whispered, and the four of them walked away in different directions, to station themselves around the maze.

Bagman now pointed his wand at his throat, muttered, "Sonorus," and his magically magnified voice echoed into the stands. "Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each - Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter, both of Hogwarts School!" The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In second place, with eighty points - Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" More applause. "And in third place – Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!"

Harry could just make out his large family minus his papa and his dad applauding them all from the stands where they stood with Fleur and Viktor's families, halfway up the stands. He waved up at them, and they waved back, beaming at him.

"So… on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!" said Bagman. "Three - two - one -"

He gave a short blast on his whistle, and Harry and Cedric hurried forward into the maze.

The towering hedges cast black shadows across the path, and, whether because they were so tall and thick or because they had been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment they entered the maze. Harry felt almost as though he were underwater again. He pulled out his wand, muttered, "Lumos," and heard Cedric do the same just behind him.

After about fifty yards, they reached a fork. They looked at each other.

"See you," Harry said, and he took the left one, while Cedric took the right.

Harry heard Bagman's whistle for the second time. Krum had entered the maze. Harry sped up. His chosen path seemed completely deserted. He turned right, and hurried on, holding his wand high over his head, trying to see as far ahead as possible. Still, there was nothing in sight.

Bagman's whistle blew in the distance for the third time. All of the champions were now inside.

Harry kept looking behind him; he had the unease that came with the old feeling that he was being watched. The maze was growing darker with every passing minute as the sky overhead deepened to navy. He reached a second fork.

"Point Me," he whispered to his wand, holding it flat in his palm.

The wand spun around once and pointed toward his right, into solid hedge. That way was north, and he knew that he needed to go northwest for the center of the maze. The best he could do was to take the left fork and go right again as soon as possible.

The path ahead was empty too, and when Harry reached a right turn and took it, he again found his way unblocked. Harry didn't know why, but the lack of obstacles was unnerving him. Surely he should have met something by now? It felt as though the maze were luring him into a false sense of security. Then he heard movement right behind him. He held out his wand, ready to attack, but its beam fell only upon Cedric, who had just hurried out of a path on the right-hand side.

Cedric looked severely shaken. The sleeve of his robe was smoking. "A Nemean Lion!" he hissed. "It's enormous - I only just got away!" He shook his head and dived out of sight, along another path.

Keen to put plenty of distance between himself and the flaming lion, Harry hurried off again. Then, as he turned a corner, he saw…a Dementor gliding toward him. Twelve feet tall, its face hidden by its hood, its rotting, scabbed hands outstretched, it advanced, sensing its way blindly toward him. Harry could hear its rattling breath; he felt clammy coldness stealing over him, but knew what he had to do…

He doubted it was a Dementor but he wanted to be sure, he shouted, "Expecto Patronum."

A silver flickering Lion erupted from the end of Harry's wand and loped toward the Dementor, which fell back and tripped over the hem of its robes. Harry had never seen a Dementor stumble.

"Hang on!" he laughed, advancing in the wake of his silver Patronus, "You're a boggart! Riddikulus!"

There was a loud crack, and the shape-shifter exploded in a wisp of smoke. The silver lion faded from sight. Harry wished it could have stayed, he could have used some company… but he moved on, quickly and quietly as possible, listening hard, his wand held high once more.

Left… right… left again…

Twice he found himself facing dead ends. He did the Four-Point Spell again and found that he was going too far east. He turned back, took a right turn, and saw an odd golden mist floating ahead of him.

Harry approached it cautiously, pointing the wand's beam at it. This looked like some kind of enchantment. What would happen if he walked through the mist? Was it worth chancing it, or should he double back? He was still hesitating when a scream shattered the silence.

"Fleur?" Harry yelled.

That scream reminded him of Blaisé's attack…

There was silence. He stared all around him. What had happened to her? Her scream seemed to have come from somewhere ahead. He took a deep breath and ran through the enchanted mist.

The world turned upside down. Harry was hanging from the ground, with his hair on end, his glasses dangling off his nose, threatening to fall into the bottomless sky. He clutched them to the end of his nose and hung there, terrified. It felt as though his feet were glued to the grass, which had now become the ceiling. Below him the dark, star-spangled heavens stretched endlessly. He felt as though if he tried to move one of his feet, he would fall away from the earth completely.

Think, he told himself, as all the blood rushed to his head, think…

But not one of the spells he had practiced had been designed to combat a sudden reversal of ground and sky. Did he dare move his foot? He could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He had two choices - try and move, or send up red sparks, and get rescued and disqualified from the task.

He shut his eyes, so he wouldn't be able to see the view of endless space below him, and pulled his right foot as hard as he could away from the grassy ceiling.

Immediately, the world righted itself. Harry fell forward onto his knees onto the wonderfully solid ground. He felt temporarily limp with shock. He took a deep, steadying breath, then got up again and hurried forward, looking back over his shoulder as he ran away from the golden mist, which twinkled innocently at him in the moonlight.

He paused at a junction of two paths and looked around for some sign of Fleur. He was sure it had been she who had screamed. What had she met? Was she all right? There was no sign of red sparks - did that mean she had got herself out of trouble, or was she in such trouble that she couldn't reach her wand? Harry took the right fork with a feeling of increasing unease… but at the same time, he couldn't help thinking. One champion down…

The cup was somewhere close by, and it sounded as though Fleur was no longer in the running. He'd got this far, hadn't he? What if he actually managed to win? Fleetingly, and for the first time since he'd found himself champion, he saw again that image of himself, raising the Triwizard Cup in front of the rest of the school…

He met nothing for ten minutes, but kept running into dead ends. Twice he took the same wrong turn. Finally, he found a new route and started to jog along it, his wandlight waving, making his shadow flicker and distort on the hedge walls.

Then he rounded another corner and found himself facing a Nemean Lion. Cedric was right - it was enormous. Four and half feet tall or thereabouts and wreathed in flames. Its fur was a burnished gold with a bronze mane, every hair flickered like a flame. Its ruby eyes glinted in the light from Harry's wand, which he pointed at it.

"Stupefy!"

The lion was barely a foot from him when it froze - he had managed to hit it through its coat of flames. Panting, he turned and ran, hard, in the opposite direction - the Curse was not permanent; the lion would be regaining the use of its body at any moment.

He took a left path and hit a dead end, a right, and hit another; forcing himself to stop, heart hammering, he performed the Four-Point Spell again, backtracked, and chose a path that would take him northwest.

He had been hurrying along the new path for a few minutes, when he heard something in the path running parallel to his own that made him stop dead.

"What are you doing?" yelled Cedric's voice. "What the hell d'you think you're doing?"

And then Harry heard Viktor's voice.

"Crucio!"

The air was suddenly full of Cedric's yells. Horrified, Harry began sprinting up his path, trying to find a way into Cedric's. When none appeared, he growled, "Bombarda!" the hedge in front of him exploded at which point Harry jumped through the whole and looking to his right, saw Cedric jerking and twitching on the ground, Viktor standing over him.

Harry thought to himself, 'Mione wasn't going to like this' and pointed his wand at her boyfriend just as he looked up. He had the glazed over frozen face of someone under the Imperious, he was a little grateful for that.

Viktor turned to run.

"This is for your own good. Don't hate me later. Stupefy!" Harry yelled.

The spell hit Krum in the back; he stopped dead in his tracks, fell forward, and lay motionless, facedown in the grass. Harry-dashed over to Cedric, who had stopped twitching and was lying there panting, his hands over his face.

"Are you all right?" Harry said roughly, grabbing Cedric's arm.

"Yeah," panted Cedric. "Yeah… I don't believe it… he crept up behind me… I heard him, I turned around, and he had his wand on me…" Cedric got up. He was still shaking.

He and Harry looked down at Viktor.

"I can't believe this… I thought he was all right," said Cedric.

"So did I," Harry said, staring at Viktor. "Someone cast the Imperious on him. He's got all the signs. He wouldn't have done such a thing, Durmstrang or not. 'Mione wouldn't forgive him if he did this willingly." He closed his eyes, 'Draco, Viktor's been cursed. He'll need to be examined. Fleur's probably been hurt, she'll need papa. He has experience with Veela.' He tried to give his dragon a clear picture of where he was when he'd heard Fleur scream so he could pass on the message.

"Did you hear Fleur scream earlier?" Harry asked as he opened his eyes.

"Yeah," said Cedric. "You don't think Krum got her too?"

"I don't know," said Harry slowly. "But I'm afraid he might have. I hope Bill didn't get a magical backlash; they're Bonded because he's her mate.

"Should we leave him here?" Cedric muttered.

"I told Draco about them but we should send up red sparks. Papa'll come and collect him… otherwise he'll probably be attacked by something and 'Mione would kill me."

"Fine." Cedric muttered, but all the same, he raised his wand and shot a shower of red sparks into the air, which hovered high above Viktor, marking the spot where he lay.

Harry and Cedric stood there in the darkness for a moment, looking around them.

Then Cedric said, "Well… I s'pose we'd better go on…"

"What?" Harry said "Oh… yeah… right…"

It was an odd moment. He and Cedric had been briefly united against Viktor – now the fact that they were opponents came back to Harry. The two of them proceeded up the dark path without speaking, then Harry turned left, and Cedric right.

Cedric's footsteps soon died away.

Harry moved on, continuing to use the Four-Point Spell, making sure he was moving in the right direction. It was between him and Cedric now. His desire to reach the cup first was now burning stronger than ever just to end this. He could hardly believe what he'd just seen Viktor do, someone cursed him but who? They'd captured the fake Moody only to have him destroy himself. The use of an Unforgivable Curse on a fellow human being meant a life term in Azkaban, that was what he'd heard after Nott was arrested for Attacking Blaise and casting the Imperious on Crabbe and Goyle. No one was about to tell that Lucius and papa had cast that curse on them so they could learn how to fight it. Someone hadn't wanted Viktor to have the Triwizard Cup badly… Harry sped up.

Every so often he hit more dead ends, but the increasing darkness made him feel sure he was getting near the heart of the maze. Then, as he strode down a long, straight path, he saw movement once again, and his beam of wandlight hit an extraordinary creature, one which he had only seen in picture form, in Blaisé's Fantastic Beasts and where to find them.

It was a sphinx. It had the body of a giant lion: great clawed paws and a long yellowish tail ending in a brown tuft. Its head, however, was that of a woman. She turned her long, almond- shaped eyes upon Harry as he approached. He raised his wand, hesitating.

She was not crouching as if to spring, but pacing from side to side of the path, blocking his progress. Then she spoke, in a deep, hoarse voice. "You are very near your goal. The quickest way is past me."

"So… so will you move, please?" said Harry, knowing what the answer was going to be because Sphinx were notorious for their riddles.

"No," she said, continuing to pace. "Not unless you can answer my riddle. Answer on your first guess - I let you pass. Answer wrongly - I attack. Remain silent – I will let you walk away from me unscathed."

Harry's eyes narrowed, it was Draco and Hermione who were good at this sort of thing, not him. He weighed his chances. If the riddle was too hard, he could keep silent, get away from the sphinx unharmed, and try and find an alternative route to the center. "Okay," he said. "Can I hear the riddle?"

The sphinx sat down upon her hind legs, in the very middle of the path, and recited:

"First think of the person who lives in disguise,

Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.

Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,

The middle of middle and end of the end?

And finally give me the sound often heard

During the search for a hard-to-find word.

Now string them together, and answer me this,

Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?"

Harry gaped at her. "Could I have it again… more slowly?" he asked tentatively.

She blinked at him, smiled, and repeated the poem.

"All the clues add up to a creature I wouldn't want to kiss?" Harry asked.

She merely smiled her mysterious smile.

Harry took that for a "yes." Harry cast his mind around. There were plenty of animals he wouldn't want to kiss; his first thought was a Nemean Lion, but something told him that wasn't the answer. He'd have to try and work out the clues…

"A person in disguise," Harry muttered, staring at her, "who lies… er… that'd be a - an impostor. No, that's not my guess! A - a spy? I'll come back to that… could you give me the next clue again, please?"

She repeated the next lines of the poem.

"'The last thing to mend,'" Harry repeated. "Er… no idea… 'middle of middle'… could I have the last bit again?"

She gave him the last four lines.

"'The sound often heard during the search for a hard-to-find word,'" said Harry. "Er… that'd be… er… hang on - 'er'! Er's a sound!"

The sphinx smiled at him.

"Spy… er… spy… er…" said Harry, pacing up and down. "A creature I wouldn't want to kiss… a spider!"

The sphinx smiled more broadly. She got up, stretched her front legs, and then moved aside for him to pass.

"Thanks!" said Harry, and, amazed at his brilliance on his own as he dashed forward. He had to be close now he had to be…

His wand was telling him he was bang on course; as long as he didn't meet anything too horrible, he might have a chance…

Harry broke into a run. He had a choice of paths up ahead. "Point Me!" he whispered again to his wand, and it spun around and pointed him to the right-hand one. He dashed up this one and saw light ahead.

The Triwizard Cup was gleaming on a plinth a hundred yards away. Suddenly a dark figure hurtled out onto the path in front of him.

Cedric was going to get there first. Cedric was sprinting as fast as he could toward the cup, and Harry knew he would never catch up, Cedric was much taller, had much longer legs -

Then Harry saw something immense over a hedge to his left, moving quickly along a path that intersected with his own; it was moving so fast Cedric was about to run into it, and Cedric, his eyes on the cup, had not seen it –

"Cedric!" Harry bellowed. "On your left!"

Cedric looked around just in time to hurl himself past the thing and avoid colliding with it, but in his haste, he tripped. Harry saw Cedric's wand fly out of his hand as a gigantic spider stepped into the path and began to bear down upon Cedric.

"Arania Exumai." Harry yelled; the spell hit the spider's gigantic, hairy black body and blasted it back.

"Harry!" he heard Cedric shouting. "You all right?"

"Fine," Harry called back; he had been far enough away to not be in danger.

Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming behind him.

"Take it, then," Harry panted to Cedric. "Go on, take it. You're there."

But Cedric didn't move. He merely stood there, looking at Harry. Then he turned to stare at the cup.

Harry saw the longing expression on his face in its golden light.

Cedric looked around at Harry again, who was watching him.

"You take it. You should win. That's twice you've saved my neck in here."

"That's not how it's supposed to work," Harry said. He felt angry; Cedric had beaten him to it like it was a snitch or something. "The one who reaches the cup first gets the points. That's you. I'm telling you so get it"

Cedric took a few paces nearer to the incapacitated spider, away from the cup, shaking his head. "No," he said.

"Stop being noble," said Harry irritably. "Just take it, then we can get out of here."

Cedric watched Harry.

"You told me about the dragons," Cedric said. "I would've gone down in the first task if you hadn't told me what was coming. You should've got more points on the second task," Cedric added mulishly. "You stayed behind to get all the hostages. I should've done that."

"I was the only one who was thick enough to take that song seriously!" Harry growled. "Just take the cup!"

"No," said Cedric.

He stepped over the spider's tangled legs to join Harry, who stared at him. Cedric was serious. He was walking away from the sort of glory Hufflepuff House hadn't had in centuries and might never see again.

"Go on," Cedric said. He looked as though this was costing him every ounce of resolution he had, but his face was set, his arms were folded and he seemed decided.

Harry looked from Cedric to the cup, for one shining moment, he saw himself emerging from the maze, holding it. He saw himself holding the Triwizard Cup aloft, heard the roar of the crowd, saw Draco and his father's glowing with pride, more clearly than he had ever seen it before. Then the picture faded, and he found himself staring at Cedric's shadowy, stubborn face.

"Both of us," Harry said.

"What?"

"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."

Cedric stared at Harry as he unfolded his arms. "You - you sure?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah… we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together."

For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ears; then his face split in a grin. "You're on," he said. "Come here."

When they had reached it, they both held a hand out over one of the cup's gleaming handles.

"On three, right?" said Harry. "One - two - three -"

He and Cedric both grasped a handle.

Instantly, Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling him onward in a howl of wind and swirling color, Cedric at his side. Harry freaked, a portkey? He yelled in his own head, 'Draco! Something's wrong!

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Draco closed his eyes, watching the match through Harry's eyes and telling his family what Harry was facing.

Bill heard a scream and stiffened, "Fleur?" his brow furrowed, "something is wrong."

Charlie recognized the expression; his older brother's mate was in danger?

Draco froze when he heard;

"What are you doing?" Cedric yelling. "What the hell d'you think you're doing?"

With Harry's ears, Draco heard Viktor's voice.

"Crucio!"

The air was suddenly full of Cedric's yells.

Draco's eyes flew open and he spun to look at Blaise before turning to Hermione, his mouth opening and closing.

He watched helplessly as Harry growled, "Bombarda!" the hedge in front of his lover's eyes exploded at which point his Adder jumped through the hold and looking to his right, saw Cedric jerking and twitching on the ground, Viktor standing over him.

Draco realized quickly that Viktor had been cursed; he gave a sigh of relief. He opened his eyes and looked at his father using Legilimency, 'Someone cast the imperious curse on Cedric. I think he was made to attack Fleur and he was attacking Cedric but Harry stopped him." He showed his father where Harry was when Fleur screamed.

They saw red sparks.

Ludo Bagman spoke, "It seems that a Champion has been injured."

Lucius slipped away, to find Severus so they could get Fleur to a healer. He shuddered to think what damage the Cruciatus curse would do to someone like Blaise. Fleur's eggs just hatched recently, she and Bill bonded recently.

Draco was getting a cold feeling that twisted in his gut like an angry snake bracing for an attack.

He wasn't all that surprised to see a sphinx…Draco told them that the sphinx sat down upon her hind legs, in the very middle of the path, and recited:

"First think of the person who lives in disguise,

Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.

Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,

The middle of middle and end of the end?

And finally give me the sound often heard

During the search for a hard-to-find word.

Now string them together, and answer me this,

Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?"

He kept his interpretation of the Sphinx to himself after telling them what the riddle was.

Blaise and Hermione smirked after a few minutes of thought.

"A spider."

Hermione gave him a high-five.

Blaise was excited as Harry beat the sphinx, "He really did listen to everything I told him about magical creatures."

"Oh course he did. We thought that he might encounter any number of obstacles and you were a good teacher."

Blaise blushed, holding his daughter close "I just find them interesting…"

Draco's unease worsened…

He watched as Harry broke into a run. He had a choice of paths up ahead. "Point Me!" he whispered again to his wand, and it spun around and pointed him to the right-hand one. He dashed up this one and saw light ahead.

The Triwizard Cup was gleaming on a plinth a hundred yards away. Suddenly a dark figure hurtled out onto the path in front of him; it was Cedric. Cedric was going to get there first. Cedric was sprinting as fast as he could toward the cup, and Harry knew he would never catch up, Cedric was much taller, had much longer legs -

Draco heard Harry bellow, "Cedric! On your left!"

"Arania Exumai." Harry yelled; the spell hit the spider's gigantic, hairy black body and blasted it back knocking it out due to the magic he put into it's casting but not killing

Draco let out a sigh of relief before recounting this instance of Harry's adventure in the maze.

"Harry!" he heard Cedric shouting through Harry's ears. "You all right?"

"Fine," Harry called back; he had been far enough away to not be in danger.

Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming behind him.

"Take it, then," Harry panted to Cedric. "Go on, take it. You're there."

But Cedric didn't move. He merely stood there, looking at Harry. Then he turned to stare at the cup.

Harry and Draco too both saw the longing expression on his face in its golden light.

Cedric looked around at Harry again, who was watching him.

"You take it. You should win. That's twice you've saved my neck in here."

Draco was surprised Harry was refusing it; then again his adder was an honorable person. Cedric was closer and had gotten there first. Cedric was right though, he owe Adder his life twice over. He had a sickening feeling before the night was over Cedric would have a third life debt to Harry.

Draco watched and listened as they argued who deserved the cup, was Cedric refusing to claim it because of the fact that Harry saved him twice tonight or was it because of the Quidditch match where Harry almost fell to his death?

Draco stayed at the edge of Harry's mind watching as Harry looked from Cedric to the cup, for one shining moment, Adder saw himself emerging from the maze, holding it. He saw Harry holding the Triwizard Cup aloft, heard the roar of the crowd, then he saw himself, Uncle Sev and Remus glowing with pride, more clearly than he had ever seen into his lover's head before. Then the picture faded, and Draco found Adder staring at Cedric's shadowy, stubborn face.

"Both of us," Harry said.

How very Harry, it was a true Hogwarts victory that way. One three out of Four House could be proud of. Draco chuckled but didn't share this new development.

"What?"

"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."

Cedric stared at Harry as he unfolded his arms. "You - you sure?"

"Yeah," Draco watched from his corner of Harry's mind as his lover nodded. "Yeah… we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together."

For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ears; then his face split in a grin. "You're on," he said. "Come here."

When they had reached it, they both held a hand out over one of the cup's gleaming handles.

"On three, right?" said Harry. "One - two - three -"

He and Cedric both grasped a handle.

Draco's eyes flew open as he felt Harry's cry, he gasped, looking around wildly, his normally calm, cool demeanor gone. He spun to Blaise, "Why didn't you foresee this? Where is he?" his fingers twisting the Veela he claimed as brother's robes.

Blaise blinked, "Where is Harry? The maze!"

"NO! They're gone. Harry and Cedric! The cup was a portkey!" Draco closed his eyes, the fist that bore the ring his mother gifted them pressed his heart as he reached out with his mind, 'ADDER! Where are you?'

He was met with silence, wherever Adder was it wasn't anywhere near Hogwarts. His cry was taking a while to reach Harry…

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