A/N: First of all, thank you muentiger and im-the-doctor for reviewing. You guys are probably gonna be the only reviewers I'll have. So anyways, the third task of the tournament is in this chapter. But I'm spreading it out so next chapter will be a part 2 to this one. Enjoy and review!

Rosaline's POV

I still couldn't believe he let me go. The memory of him walking away was still fresh in my head, like it was yesterday. I remembered every detail from the look in his eyes when he first saw me to the way his voice sounded when he said goodbye. Every moment still brought a tear to my eye.

Today was the third and final task of the TriWizard Tournament. It was supposed to be the most dangerous task out of all of them. It was probably why it was put as the last task. But this task was when Voldemort was supposed to return. And Harry was going to get hurt. Luckily Hermione's charm was completed so Aaralyn would be watching over him. But what about Cedric?

The champions were getting ready in the tents. Since I knew where it was, I finally decided to do the boldest thing I've ever done; I was going to see Cedric. I peeked my head into the tent, and saw Cedric leaning against one of the poles that held up the tent. Before I called for him, I took a deep anxious breath.

"Cedric," I whispered.

Cedric looked up and around him, but saw nothing.

"Cedric," I repeated.

He then turned my way. His eyes went wide when he saw me.

"Rosaline?" he asked.

I stepped out of the tent and he followed.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I came to see you," I said.

"Why?" he asked, obliviously.

I didn't know what to say. What was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to say it? I choked on my breath and thought nervously. Then I went with my gut; I pulled him closer towards me and kissed him on the lips. Cedric was completely shocked. He pulled away confused.

"What are you trying to say?" he asked.

"I like you too," I said, "I've been liking you since I first met you. But then you hurt me and all of that turned into hate. You apologized hundreds of times and then told me you liked me, but I didn't know how to react. I was too busy hating you that I forgot that I once liked you. I realized that deep down under all of that hate, I still liked you. I like you a lot Cedric. I just wanted to let you know...since you decided to let me go."

I turned to leave but then Cedric grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. He kissed me, and I gladly kissed back. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as he held me closer to him. I could feel myself exploding on the inside. I started getting dizzy and could feel my knees start to weaken. I pulled away so I could breathe again. I looked deep into Cedric's glorious eyes and smiled. He smiled back and gently kissed my cheek.

"I have to go," he said, "Wish me luck."

"Good luck," I said.

He then let me go and walked back in to the tent. I couldn't stop smiling as I walked away. I could still feel his lips on my mine, and his arms still holding me. I finally made it to the benches where the third task was. I sat down next to Aaralyn, who was sitting with George; I honestly wasn't surprised.

In front of us was an enormous maze. The TriWizard cup was somewhere within the maze. It looked so dark and mysterious and almost death-like. It probably had a monster somewhere lurking about it, like the labyrinth in the Greek myth.

"Silence!" Dumbledore said, "Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the cup deep within the maze! Only he knows its exact position. Now since Mr. Diggory-"

He was interrupted by a loud roar from the crowd, which I gladly joined by cheering as loud as I could.

"-and -" Dumbledore continued.

The same thing happened but with the people rooting for Harry. He nervously stood there on the field with the other champions, looking a little startled by the eruption of cheers.

"-are tied for first position," Dumbledore said, "They will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour."

The rest of the crowd cheered for Fleur and Viktor.

"The first person to touch the cup will be the winner! There will be aurors patrolling the at any point a contestant wishes to withdraw from the task, he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands. Champions! Gather round."

The champions huddled near Dumbledore and he whispered something to them. They soon parted and each champion stood by an opening in the maze.

"At the count of three!" Dumbledore said, "One-"

BOOM! Filch already shot the cannon to start the task. Dumbledore looked at him, highly annoyed, but he ignored it and let Harry and Cedric into the maze. The entrances closed behind them both.

"Can't that idiot count?" Aaralyn asked, obviously talking about Filch.

"I'm guessing not," I giggled.

Soon Fleur and Viktor went into the maze. Then all we had to do was wait.

"I guess I should go now," Aaralyn said.

I nodded in agreement. She stood up and left the crowd to go behind the benches.

Good luck. I pray to God Harry doesn't get hurt.

Aaralyn's POV

Once I was out of sight, I put on the emerald necklace I made. Hermione used it to for my part of the charm. I clasped onto the emerald with my thumb and forefinger and shut my eyes tightly. Suddenly I felt as if I was weightless and then it grewer darker, and colder. I slowly opened my eyes, and saw that I was in the maze. It was a little foggy but I could see ahead of me. I heard a snap and saw Harry on my right.

"Harry," I called to him, but he didn't listen.

"Harry," I repeated.

I swatted my hand onto his shoulder, but it went right through him; literally. He couldn't see me, hear me or feel me. All I could do was watch over him, nothing more.

Harry looked around and decided to go to the right. He quickly ran, probably because he was nervous and a little scared. I didn't blame him, the maze was quite disturbing. You couldn't see that far ahead of you and it was dead quiet. It was almost like in a scary movie when you know the monster is there, but there's no scary background music; which makes it even more terrifying.

Harry made another right, a left and then kept going straight forward. I knew he was just taking random turns but it was better than just standing in one place and waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly a shrieking, high pitch scream echoed throughout the maze. Harry turned around towards the scream and then followed.

"No Harry," I begged, "Don't be hero."

Of course he couldn't listen to me so he followed it anyway. He finally found the source of the scream when he saw Fleur on the ground. She was started to get pulled away by the vines within the maze's walls. Harry tried to pull her out, but something stopped him. He jumped back up to see Viktor pointing his wand towards Harry. He had the strangest, freakiest look on his face. He sneered at Harry and kept his wand on him.

"Do something Harry," I said.

Viktor sneered a little more and then turned away.

What the hell?

Harry then went back down and pulled Fleur away from the vine-filled trap.

"Periculum!" Harry said, pointing his wand to the sky.

Red sparks flew up into the sky and then Harry quickly ran away. A strong wind came through and made the whole maze shake. I followed Harry away from the now forming tornado in the middle of the maze. Finally it blew over and everything was calm again.

Suddenly Viktor came charging at Harry. Harry fell to the ground but quickly got back up. Cedric then came in and attacked Viktor. What was this? A dog-pile? Harry pulled Cedric away before he could curse the hell out of Viktor.

"Stop, Cedric!" Harry said, struggling against Cedric's strength, "He's bewitched, Cedric! Stop!"

Ooh, that makes sense. But who the hell bewitched him?

Cedric pulled away from Harry and they started to get into a small fight. But it suddenly stopped when they saw what was in front of them; the TriWizard cup. They started to run towards the cup, at a very fast pace. On the way a set of vines came out and pulled Cedric down. Harry kept running towards the cup, but then stopped.

"Help!" Cedric called, "Harry help me!"

"You see, now is a good time to be a hero," I said.

Harry charged back towards Cedric and pulled the vines away. He helped Cedric up, who was now panting from the anxiety.

"Thanks," he said.

Harry nodded to say 'you're welcome.'

"You know for a moment," Cedric said, "I thought you were going to let it get me."

"For a moment so did I," Harry said.

Suddenly another gust of wind came bursting in, breaking the silent moment. Cedric and Harry started running towards the cup but then stopped when they were right in front of it.

"Take it," Cedric said.

"No you take it," Harry said.

"You saved my life," Cedric said, "Now take it."

"Together," Harry said, "One, two, three!"

They both grabbed it at the same time, causing them to disappear from the storm. The image of the maze went dark before my eyes. Instead I was in a graveyard; a dark, death-reeking graveyard. Old, brittle graves stuck out from the ground, marking the spots of the dead people. In the middle of it, there was a tall statue of a hooded, grim reaper man. It was very unusual for a graveyard which made it really weird.

Cedric looked at the cup and chuckled in amazement.

"It's a port-key," he said, "Harry, the cup is a port-key."
But Harry didn't listen. He was too busy looking at the graveyard. He looked around as if one of his nightmares turned into reality.

"I know this place," he whispered.

He looked at the statue in the middle of the graveyard. Next to it was a tall squared piece of cement which had names engraved onto them. Each of them were from the same family, probably passed down from grandfather to father to son. Harry looked at one of the names and panicked. Tom Marvolo Riddle, it read. Who was that?

"Cedric we need to get out of here," Harry said.

Cedric didn't listen to him though. He was looking towards the small house that was near by the graveyard. The door had opened, pouring in a bright light to the dark area.

"Get back to the cup," Harry said.

He then turned to where Cedric was looking. A man stepped out of the house. He had a rat-like face, was short, stubby and very ugly. He was holding a black bundle in his arms. Suddenly Harry yelled in pain, collapsing down to the ground and holding his forehead.

"Harry what's wrong?" Cedric asked.

"Get back to the cup!" Harry repeated, "Now!"

He kept shouting in agony and holding onto his forehead. I had seen him do that before, but that was when he saw the picture I drew of...Voldemort? That rat-face guy was Voldemort? It couldn't be. The man came closer, revealing the bundle he was holding was a small person, or man I should say. He reminded me of E.T.; small, thin, ugly. But he was paler and had no nose. He looked vaguely familiar to me. But then I realized, that was Voldemort.

"Cedric get back to the cup!" I shouted.

What the hell was I doing? He couldn't hear me. No one could.

Suddenly the image in front of me started to blur.

What's going on?

The image became clear again but then went back to a blur. Then it went completely black and everything was gone. My eyes shot back open, and I was back behind the benches.

"What the hell?" I muttered.

I looked down at my necklace, but it seemed fine to me. Why did it just disappear like that? Why was I standing here? Harry was in trouble!