A/N: Alright here's PART 2 to the third task! Are you ready for this? Are you sure? Are you're sure you're sure? Are you really sure? Because some of you might not be. Just kidding, I know you guys are. Thanks im-the-doctor and muentiger for reviewing! And for all of you people who are curious to know how far this story will go, I'm going to continue this story into the 5th year. So yay for that!

I quickly ran back to benches, searching for a teacher. I needed to tell someone before Harry was going to get killed. I found Professor McGonnagall standing by a few of the other professors.

"Professor McGonnagall," I said, "Someone needs to bring back Cedric and Harry."

"What for Miss White?" she asked.

"Uh.." I paused.

What was I supposed to say.

Oh well you see, I stalked Harry in the tournament and I saw him and Cedric teleport to a graveyard where Voldemort was. And why was I stalking Harry you ask? Well I can see into the future and I saw Voldemort and Harry fighting. And the reason I can see into the future is because I'm not a wizard AT ALL!

Yeah right, like I was tell anyone that. I groaned in frustration and ran off to another teacher. I noticed Snape standing by the end of the benches. As much as I hated doing this, I ran over to him.

"Professor Snape," I said, "Harry and Cedric are in trouble."

"That's not possible," he said plainly, "The maze is surrounded by aurors, so there is no probable way that they could be in danger."

"But they are in danger," I retorted.

"And just how do you know that?" Snape asked smartly.

Crap, there's that question again. I rolled my eyes and ran off. I then saw Professor Moody hobbling along. I quickly ran in front of him to stop him.

"Professor Moody," I said, "Harry and Cedric are in danger."
Moody looked at me with a shocked yet curious face. He raised an eyebrow and folded his arms in front of him.

"Oh really?" he asked curiously, "And just how do you know that?"

"I just know!" I snapped, "Now someone needs to get Harry and Cedric out of the gra...I mean maze or something bad will happen!"

"That's no way to talk to a teacher, Miss White," Professor Moody said, "Now run off and stop making a worry over such nonsense."

His tongue flicked, which was really weird. It must have been a twitch or something, but either way it bothered me. He then walked by me, shoving me a little as he passed me. I shrugged off his oddness and ran off again. I pulled out my charm again, angrily pressing it.

"Why won't this thing work?" I hissed.

I shut my eyes, but all I saw was blackness. Suddenly something red flashed before my eyes; but my eyes were still closed. The charm started working again, only giving me small flickers of things. They were still at the graveyard, and now Voldemort was in a full form. Harry was hiding behind a giant rock, panting anxiously.

"Don't you turn your back on me Harry Potter!" Voldemort's vicious voice beckoned, "I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!"

Harry looked so scared, he didn't want to face him. Then the image went away again. I saw only blackness for a moment and then the image returned.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry said.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort said at the exact same time.

Red and green light flew from their wands; and the blackness returned. I opened my eyes, knowing that it was broken for good now. I ran off to find another teacher. No one was around to find. I finally found someone who would know what I was talking about, Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore," I panted, trying to catch my breath from all of the running.

"Yes Miss White?" he asked.

"You need to stop this tournament," I said.

"And why's that?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Because Harry-" I started.

Suddenly the crowd started cheering and the band started playing music again. Someone had come back with the cup. I turned around and saw Harry on the ground with the cup in one hand and Cedric underneath him. I sighed in relief, but then I noticed something odd. Harry was crying and Cedric wasn't moving. Dumbledore noticed this, too. Then Fleur screamed in horror, making things worse.

Someone got the music to stop playing and several of the professor ran onto the field to get Harry. I stepped closer to get a better look. Harry was definitely crying and Cedric didn't budge once. His eyes were opened, but they looked lifeless.

I gasped, covering my mouth in horror. Cedric was dead.

"Oh my God," I whispered.

Then I remembered another that was even worse, Rosaline's face when she saw this.

Rosaline's POV

The music started playing again and the crowd started cheering, meaning that someone came back with the cup. I saw Harry and Cedric on the ground. I sighed in relief, they didn't get hurt. I saw Aaralyn down at the field but her reaction was completely different to everyone else. She looked more scared then excited.

Fleur then screamed bloody murder, the music stopped and the crowd went silent. I then noticed that Harry was crying. I ran down from the benches towards the field. Once I got there I saw Cedric still on the ground. His body was stiff and wouldn't move. His eyes were wide opened and lifeless.

"Oh God no," I whispered.

I looked even closer; Cedric wasn't even breathing. He was dead. I screamed but muffled it with my hands. I collapsed onto my knees and exploded into tears. It was uncontrollable what I felt. I had just told him how I felt and he died. How was this even possible?

"Dumbledore," the Minister of Magic said, "What's happened?"

"He's back!" Harry sobbed, "He's back! Voldemort's back!"

I managed to gasp through my tears. I tried to stop, but it all kept coming back. Cedric was dead and he couldn't be with me anymore. He couldn't hold me in his arms, make me laugh or kiss me with his soft, warm lips. He was gone, forever and always.

"Cedric!" Harry said, "He asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him! Not there!"

This made me cry even harder. I felt someone pull me back up to my feet and just hold me. I looked through my tears to see Hermione next to me. I hugged her tightly and cried into her shoulder. This all felt like a horrible nightmare. It would have been better if it was nightmare, because I would be able to wake up and know Cedric was still alive. But this was reality, and just thinking about waking up every day and live each day without Cedric made me cry even more. Hermione just held on and let my tears soak her shirt.

"Out of my way!" someone shouted, "Out of my way!"

A man pushed through the crowd and collapsed when he saw Cedric.

"That's my son!" he sobbed and shouted, "That's my boy! My boy!"

I cried even more out of sorrow for Cedric's father. He cried miserably and screamed in pain of loosing his son. We now shared something in common, we have lost something that meant the world to us.

Aaralyn's POV

I couldn't help but feel bad for Rosaline. He was the first guy she ever liked, and she lost him in the blink of an eye. I would be in forever misery if I lost George. I hung my head in sorrow for Cedric. But then I noticed Harry getting pulled away by Professor Moody.

"Where are they going?" I muttered.

I followed their path. I was far behind but I was close enough where they were turning. They walked all the way back to the school. I was almost right behind them, but then I lost them. I stood there, lost in a hallway. Where was I supposed to go? I couldn't use the charm since it was broken. I had to think hard.

"Where would they go?" I asked.

Then it came to me. Moody was a teacher, obviously his office.

Wow I feel stupid.

I ran to the Defense of the Dark Arts classroom. I ran up the stairs at the end of the room and finally reached the office door. I then pressed my ear against the door and listened to what they were saying.

"What was it like?" Professor Moody asked, "What was he like?"

"Who?" Harry asked.

"The Dark Lord," Moody said, "What was it like to stand in his presence?"

"I don't know," Harry said, "It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams. Into one of my nightmares."

"Were there others?" Moody asked, "In the graveyard, were there others?"

"...I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor," Harry said curiously.

If he didn't say anything then how did Moody know about the graveyard?...WAIT! Oh my God!

"Marvelous creatures, Dragons, aren't they," Moody said mocking Hagrid, "Do you think that miserable oaf would've sent you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it? Do you think Cedric Diggory would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, could've provided you with Gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that led him straight to it?"

Holy Mary Mother of God! He was the one behind all of it!

"It was you from the beginning!" Harry said, "You put my name into the Goblet of Fire! You bewitched Krum!"

"You won because I made it so, Potter!" Moody hissed, "You ended up in that graveyard because it was meant to be so! But then someone just had to get a Tracking Charm on you, because you're friends just don't know how to stay out of other people's business."

He's the one that broke my charm? That son of a bitch, how did he know about it?

Suddenly the door opened, causing me to fall on my ass onto the hard tile. I looked up to see a furious Professor Moody and a confused Harry. Moody limped over to me, lifting me up aggressively and throwing me over to Harry. He shut the door and then faced us.

"But now the deed is done!" Moody said, "The blood that runs in your veins runs within the Dark Lord!"

He suddenly twitched viciously, as if his whole body was having a spasm. He turned to the corner, his back facing us, and gripped onto the wall for support. He then turned back to us with a hunger for kill flickering in his eyes. Suddenly the skin on his face started to droop, almost like he got really bad plastic surgery. He started coming closer and closer towards us.

"Imagine how he will reward me," he said, "When he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Harry Potter!"

"I can't let you do that," I said as I stepped in front of Harry.

"Very well," Moody said, "Then I'll have to go through you as well."

He raised his wand and aimed it towards me.

"Aaralyn don't," Harry begged.

"Avada K-" Moody started. But before he could finish I raised my hands forward and cause a force field to push him back to the wall. He fell to the ground and tried to get back up. I stepped forward and kept one of my hands on him, forcing him to stay on the ground.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

Suddenly the door flew opened, revealing Dumbledore, Snape and a few other professors. Dumbledore had his wand ready and aimed but then he saw that I was here.

"Aaralyn, what are you doing here?" McGonnagall asked.

"Step away," Dumbledore ordered me.

I cautiously removed my hand from Moody and started to step away. Suddenly Moody lifted his wand and pointed it towards me.

"Crucio!" he said.

Pain exploded inside of me and I collapsed to the ground. I started to scream from the agonizing pain that crept through all of my body. It viciously hit all of my nerves and repeatedly sent pierces of torture through every morsle of my body.

"Crucio!" he repeated.

More pain grew and I felt myself growing weaker. I almost felt I was dying very, very slowly. Torturous stabs filled throughout me on the outside and inside. A tear escaped from my eye as the pain formed into a slow miserable death. I could feel darkness slowly blending into my vision. I thought I was going to die.

"Expelliarmus!" Dumbledore shouted.

Moody wand flew out of his hand and he flew back into a chair. The pain immediately went away, but I was still too weak to get up. Harry ran over to me and started to shout at me. But his voice felt like it was miles away.

Then it all went black.

I slowly woke up, seeing a whole different scenery around me. It was the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. At least I wasn't dead. I started to sit up, but my arms gave out on me causing me to collapse back down. A pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed me and gradually set me back down. I looked up and saw George's worried face hovering over me.

"Madame Pomfrey said you were still too weak to get up," he said, "You gave everyone quite a scare."

"I think I scared myself a bit, too," I said, weakly laughing.

George sat down on the chair by my bed. He brought his hand over and gently pushed my hair away from my face. He kept his hand on my cheek and lightly stroked the side of my face. It felt nice to feel his touch once again.

"You scared me the most," he said, "I thought I would loose you."

"It was a harmless torture curse," I said, "He only used it twice on me, I would have been fine anyway."

"Stop being brave Aaralyn," George said, "You would not have been fine. You could have died. And I wouldn't be able to keep living if you did."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be sorry," he said, "It wasn't your fault. Just do me one favor."

"What?" I asked.

"Stop trying to be a hero all the time," he said.

I smiled and nodded, making George smile back. He kissed me, but lightly since I was in a hospital bed at the moment. But that started to make me think about someone else, Rosaline.

"How's Rosaline holding up?" I asked.

"Not well," he sighed, "She's really depressed. She must have really cared about Cedric."

"Yeah," I said, "Do you think she'll be okay?"

"I don't know," he said honestly.

"Me neither," I said.