AUTHORS NOTE! :P
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Now, here's the REAL Third Task...I realised that I wrote that in the last author note, but didn't actually write the third task... I had originally planned the last chapter different...
anyway, here's the new chapter, and it will be going between Max's POV and Harry's.
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Harry's POV
I stared up at Dumbledore when he stood up in front of the Great Hall at dinner. I had spent the day with Mrs Weasley and Bill, walking around the school and grounds, pointing out what was different and what wasn't, while Mrs Weasley told us about her time in the school. Mr Weasley and Percy had to be at work, and the Gasman and Angel had to go to Ron's Aunt Muriel's ("Poor kids," Bill said when they told me where they were).
"Ladies and gentlemen," Dumbledore said, and the whole hall quieted down at once, looking up at him, "in five minutes time, I will be asking you to make your way down to the Quidditch pitch for the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Will the champions please follow Mr Bagman down to the stadium now."
I sighed, and slowly stood up. Max still hadn't come back from helping Moody... I shook my head. She was probably down at the Quidditch pitch, waiting for me there.
The Gryffindors all along the table were applauding. The Weasley's, the flock, and Hermione all wished me good luck. I gave them a strained smile and headed out of the Great Hall with Cedric, Krum and Fleur.
"You alright, Harry?" Bagman asked as we walked down the stone steps into the grounds. "Feeling confident?"
"I'm okay," I said, which was mostly true. Of course I felt nervous, but I kept running through all the hexes and jinxes in my mind, and felt better when I could remember them all.
We walked onto the Quidditch field, and it was now completely unrecognisable. The hedge was now twenty-foot-high and ran all the way around the edge of it, with the entrance right in front of us.
I looked around for any sign of Max, but she wasn't there. I tried to hide my disappointment. I had really wanted to see her before the task.
Five minutes later, and the stands began to fill. I easily spotted the Weasley's, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, and Hermione. No Max.
The air was full of excited voices, and the sounds of hundreds of footsteps on the stands. The sky was a clear blue, and the stars were only starting to go out. Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick came into the stadium and approached the champions. They were wearing large, red, luminous starts on their hats, except for Hagrid, who wore his on the back of his moleskin coat.
"We are going to be patrolling the outside of the maze," McGonagall told us. "If any of you should get into any difficulty, and wish to be removed from the maze, just send up red sparks with your wands, and one of us will go and get you. Do you understand?"
I nodded along with the other champions.
"Off you go then!" Bagman said brightly.
"Professor Moody, can I ask you something?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, Potter, what is it?" Moody grunted.
"Er, well I was just wondering if you knew where Max was," I said, feeling slightly awkward. "I mean, she was with you last, sir, and I was just wondering if you knew where she went when she finished helping you."
"No, boy, she didn't say where she was going. But I saw her walking to the castle, so she might be in her dormitory or something. Don't worry, Potter, she's probably just running late. Good luck, Potter." Moody said, limping off to the other patrollers.
"Yeah, right, okay. Thanks Professor," I said, still feeling slightly disappointed that Max wasn't here. What, was she just not bothered? Was she freaked out now because we kissed? Did I move too fast? I'll probably have to talk to Hermione or Nudge about it later, after the task...
"Good luck, Harry," someone whispered in my ear. I jumped and spun around, just to see Hagrid, beaming proudly at me. "Thanks, Hagrid," I grinned. He smiled at me, than walked over beside McGonagall, where all the other patrollers were placing themselves around the maze.
Bagman pointed his wand to his throat, muttered, "Sonorus!" and his magically magnified voice echoed across the pitch.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament! Let me remind you how the points stand. Tied in first place, on eighty-five points each, we have Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Cedric Diggory, both of Hogwarts School!" The cheers and applause sent the birds flying from the Forbidden Forest. "In second place, Mr. Vikor Krum of Durmstrang Institute, on eighty points!" More applause and cheering. "And finally in third place, Miss Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons Academy!"
I saw the Weasley's, Hermione, Fang, Iggy and Nudge clapping for Fleur. I waved at them, giving them a small grin, and they waved back, beaming. And Max still wasn't there. As if he knew what I was thinking, I saw Fang say something, and then they all started looking around the stands, and towards the entrance to the pitch. Iggy shrugged, but I still caught them looking around every few seconds. This only made me worry even more. If they didn't know where she was, then where the hell did she go? And why didn't she say anything to one of us?
"So...on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!" Bagman said. "Three- two- one-"
He gave a sharp blast on his whistle and I hurried over to the entrance of the maze, Cedric right beside me.
The towering hedges cast a dark shadow across the long paths and whether they were too tall or too thick, or because they had been enchanted, but the sound of the crowd silenced as soon as we entered the maze. I felt almost as if I was underwater again. I pulled out my wand and said, "Lumos," and I heard Cedric do the same behind me.
After about fifty feet, we approached a fork in the path. We looked at each other.
"See you later," I said, and took the left path while Cedric took the right.
I heard Bagman blow his whistle again, meaning that Krum had entered the maze. I sped up, my heart thumping madly in my chest. The path I decided to take seemed to completely deserted- so far.
I tried to keep my mind off Max, but the further into the maze I went, the more I was thinking about her, her laugh, her smile, her snarky attitude, the feel of her lips against mine...
I shook my head. I couldn't think about that right now. I had to stay focused on the task, on remembering the hexes and jinxes.
I turned right, and hurried forward, holding my wand high, trying to see as far in front of me as I could. But there was still nothing in sight.
Bagman's whistle blew for the third time. All of the champions were in the maze.
I kept looking behind me over my shoulder. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The maze was growing darker and darker with every step that I took. I reached a second fork in the path.
"Point me," I whispered to my wand, laying it flat on my palm.
The wand spun around once and pointed to my right, straight into a solid hedge. So I needed to go northwest to be in the center of the maze. So I decided to take the left path and go right as soon as possible.
The path ahead was completely empty as well. When I reached a right turn, I took it, and again found the path unblocked. The lack of obstacles was starting to unnerving me. I felt as if the maze was luring me into a sense of false security. Surely I had to of met something by now. Then I heard movement behind me. I held out my wand, ready to attack, but the beam landed on Cedric, who had just hurried out of a path on the right-hand side. Cedric looked sweaty, dirty and shaken. The sleeve of his robes were smoking.
"Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts!" Cedric hissed. "They're enormous- I only just got away!"
He shook his head and dived out of sight, along another path. Keen to get as far away from the Skrewts as possible, I hurried off again down the path opposite the one Cedric took. I turned a corner, and saw...a dementor gliding toward me. Twelve feet tall, it's face hidden by it's dark hood and it's rotting, scabbed hands reaching out towards me, it advanced slowly, sensing it's way blindly towards me. I could hear it's rattling breath; I felt clammy coldness washing over me, but now I knew what to do...
I summoned the happiest thought I could, concentrated with all my might on how it felt to have Max so close to me, to feel her lips on mine, on how it would feel to get out of this maze and to celebrate with my friends, and I raised my wand and cried, "Expecto Patronum!"
A silver stag erupted from the end of my wand and galloped toward the dementor, which fell back and stumbled over the hem of his robes...I had never seen a dementor trip over anything before.
"Hang on!" I shouted. "You're a boggart! Riddikulus!"
There was a loud crack, and the boggart exploded in a wisp of smoke. My Patronus faded from sight. I wish it could have stayed, I could have used some company, but I moved on quickly, listening hard, wand held high again.
After meeting two dead ends, and having to turn back four times, I saw an odd golden mist floating in front of me.
I approached it cautiously, pointing my wand beam at it. It looked like some sort of enchantment.
"Reducio!" I cried, hoping to just blast it out of the way, but the curse just went straight through the mist. I wondered whether I should just walk through the mist. Was it worth chancing, or should I just double back.
I was still hesitating when a scream split through the air.
"Fleur?" I yelled.
There was silence. I stared around me, but there was no movement. What had happened to her? It sounded as if her scream had come from somewhere ahead. I took a deep breath and ran straight into the strange mist.
The world turned upside down. I was hanging from the ground, my hair on end, my glasses dangling off the edge of my nose. It felt as if my feet were glued to the grass, which had now become the ceiling. Below me, the dark, star-spangled sky seemed to stretch endlessly. I felt like if I tried to move one of my feet, I would fall away from the earth completely.
Come on, think! I thought to myself as the blood started rushing to my head. Think!
I could hear the blood pumping in my head. I had two choices- try and move, or send up red sparks, and get rescued and taken out of the task.
I shut my eyes so I wouldn't have to see the endless sky around me, and pulled my right foot as hard as I could from the grassy ceiling.
Immediately, the world righted itself. I fell forward onto my knees onto the wonderfully solid ground, feeling temporarily limp with shock. I took a deep, steadying breath, then got back up and hurried forward, not looking back.
I paused at the junction that led to two paths and looked around for some sign of Fleur. I was sure that it had been her that screamed. There had been no red sparks- did that mean that she had gotten herself out of trouble, or that she wasn't able to get to her wand? I took the path to the right, feeling more and more nervous and shaky.
The cup had to be somewhere close by, and it sounded as though Fleur was no longer in the running...I'd gotten this far, right? And for the first time since I became champion, I saw the image of myself, holding up the Triwizard Cup in front of the school...
For the next ten minutes, I met nothing but dead ends. I took the same wrong turn twice. Finally, I found a new route and started to jog along it, my wandlight waving, making the shadow flicker and distort against the hedges. Then I rounded another corner and came face to face with a Skrewt.
Cedric had been right- this thing was freaking massive. Ten feet long, it looked more like a giant scorpion than anything else. It's long sting curled right over it's back, and it's thick armour glinted in the light from my wand.
"Stupefy!"
The spell hit the skrewts armour and rebounded. I ducked just in time, but I could still smell burning hair- it had singed the top of my head. The skrewt issued a blast of fire from it's end and it flew towards me.
"Impedimenta!" I yelled. The spell again hit the skrewts armour and bounced back. I staggered pace a few paces and fell flat on my back. "IMPEDIMENT!"
The skrewt was inches from my face when it froze. I had managed to hit it on it's fleshy, shell-less underside. Panting and gasping, I pushed myself away from it and pulled myself to my feet and ran, fast and hard into the opposite direction.
I ran along a new path for a few minutes, then I heard something in the path running parallel to my own that made me stop dead.
"What are you doing?" Cedric's voice yelled. "What the hell do you bloody think you're doing?"
Then I head Krum's voice.
"Crucio!"
The air was suddenly filled with Cedric's agonised yells. I began sprinting up my own path, trying to find a way to Cedric's. When I couldn't find one, I tried the Reductor Curse again. It wasn't very effective, but it left a small enough hole that I was able to kick the branches and thick brambles until the broke and made a big enough opening; I struggled through it, tearing my robes and scratching at my skin. I looked to the my right and saw Cedric twitching and jerking on the ground, his jaw clenched tight so he wouldn't scream, with Krum standing over him.
I pulled myself up and pointed my wand at Krum, just as he started to look up. Krum turned and tried to run.
"Stupefy!" I shouted.
The spell hit Krum straight in the back. He stopped dead, fell forward, and lay motionless, facedown in the grass. I ran over to Cedric, who was gasping and wincing on the ground, and he was covering his face with his hands.
"Are you okay?" I asked, grabbing onto his arm and helping him to his feet.
"Yeah," he panted. "Yeah...I don't believe it...he crept up on me...I heard him and turned around, and he had his wand on me..."
Cedric was still shaking terribly and he was very pale.
"I can't believe it," I said. "I thought he was alright."
"So did I," Cedric said.
"Did you hear Fleur scream earlier?" I asked.
"Yeah," Cedric said. "You don't reckon Krum got her too?"
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe."
"Should we just leave him here?" Cedric said, staring at Krum's motionless form.
"As much as I'd love to," I said, "we can't. We should send up red sparks, someone will get him. Otherwise a skrewt would probably eat him."
"He'd deserve it," Cedric said bitterly, but all the same he raised his wand and sent red sparks into the air, which hovered high above us.
"Well I suppose we should probably go on..." Cedric said after a moments silence.
"What?" I said. "Oh, right. Yeah."
The two of us proceeded up the path, not speaking, then I turned right and Cedric turned left. Soon, Cedric's footsteps died away. I moved on, still using the Point-Me spell, making sure I was moving in the right direction. It was between me and Cedric now, and my desire to reach the cup first was getting stronger and stronger.
I still couldn't believe what I just saw. Surely, Krum didn't want the cup that bad. Just like Moody told us, the use of any of those spells could land you in Azkaban.
Every so often, I'd hit a dead end, but the ever increasing darkness made me start to believe that I was getting closer to the center of the maze. Then, as I walked quickly down a long, straight path, I thought I saw movement ahead, and my beam of light landed on a creature that I had only seen in pictures in my Monster Book of Monsters.
It was a sphinx. It had the body of a large lion: great clawed paws and a long yellowish tail. It's head, however, was that of a woman. She turned her large, almond shaped eyes on me as I approached. I raised my wand. She was pacing from side to side along the path, blocking the way past. Then she spoke in a deep, hoarse voice.
"You are very near your goal. The quickest way is past me."
Knowing it was useless, I asked, "So...will you move please?"
"No," she said, continuing to pace. "Not unless you answer my riddle. Answer on your first guess- I let you pass. Answer incorrectly- I attack. Remain silent and I let you walk away from here unscratched."
My stomach dropped. It was Hermione and Fang that were good at this sort of thing, not me.
"Okay," I said, "Can I hear the riddle?"
The sphinx sat down on her hind legs 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?"
I stared at her.
"Er- Can I hear it again, more slowly?" I asked timidly. She blinked at me, smiled and repeated the riddle.
I thought about it. "All of the clues add up to a creature I wouldn't want to kiss?" I asked. She merely smiled, so I took that a yes. There were plenty of creatures I wouldn't want to kiss...
"A person in disguise," I muttered, "who lies...er...that'd be an imposter...No, that's not my guess! A- a spy? I'll come back to that one...could you give me the next clue again, please?"
She repeated the next few lines of the riddle.
"Er...no idea," I said. "Middle of middle'... could I have the last bit again?"
She gave me the last four lines.
"Er...that'd be...er...hang on- `er' is a sound!" I said, snapping my fingers.
She smiled at me.
"Spy...er...spy...er," I said, pacing up and down. "A creature I wouldn't want to kiss...a spider!"
The sphinx smiled even more broadly and stood up and moved out of the way of the path to let me pass.
"Thanks!" I said, and amazed at my own brilliance, I dashed forward.
I had to be close now...I had to be...as long as I didn't meet anything too bad, I might have a chance...
I broke into a run. There was a choice of paths ahead. "Point Me!" I whispered to my wand, and it spun around and told me to take the right-handed path. I dashed down this path and saw light ahead.
The Triwizard Cup was gleaming on a plinth a hundred feet away. Suddenly, a figure burst out onto the path in front of me.
Cedric was going to get there first. He was sprinting as fast as he could to the cup, and I knew I was never going to catch up-
Then I saw something immense over the hedge to my left, moving quickly along the path; it was moving so fast that Cedric was going to run right into it, and Cedric, who's eyes were glued to the cup, hadn't seen it.
"Cedric!" I yelled, "on your left!"
Cedric looked around just in time to hurl himself past the thing and he avoided colliding with it, but he tripped. I saw Cedric's wand fly from his hand as a gigantic spider stepped into the path and began to bear itself down on Cedric.
"Stupefy!" I yelled, but the spell hit the spiders gigantic black body, and for all the good it did, I might as well have thrown a marshmallow at it- but then the spider turned around and started running towards me instead.
"Stupefy! Impedimenta! Stupefy!"
But none of the spells worked. The spider was either too big, or too magical, but each spell just bounced back off it. All I saw was eight shining black eyes and razor-sharp pincers before it was on me.
I cried out in surprise when I was lifted into the air. I struggled madly, trying to kick it, but I couldn't reach it. Eventually I managed to kick one of it's pincers, but the next second I felt excruciating pain shooting up my leg. I could hear Cedric trying to Stun the spider, but this spells weren't having any more effect than mine had. I raised my wand as the spider opened his pincers and shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
It worked- my Disarming spell made the spider drop me, but that also meant that I fell twelve feet onto my already injured leg, which crumpled under me. Without pausing to think, I pointed my wand at its underbelly and yelled, "Stupefy!" and the same time that Cedric did.
The two spells together did what one spell couldn't. The spider keeled over into the hedge, flattening it.
"Are you okay?" Cedric asked, running up to me. "Did it fall on you?"
"No," I panted. "I'm okay, I guess." I looked down at my leg. It was bleeding freely and stung terribly. I could see some sort of thick, grey, gluey secretion from the spiders pincers on my torn robes. I tried to stand up, but my leg just couldn't support my weight. I leaned against the hedge, gasping and looked around.
Cedric was standing mere feet from the Triwizard Cup, it's bright glow reflecting across his face.
"Take it then," I panted. "Go on, take it."
But Cedric didn't move, he just turned his head slowly to look at the cup, longing all over his face. Then he turned back to me, to see me holding onto the hedge tightly to keep my balance. Cedric took a deep breath.
"You take it. You should win, really. You've saved me twice in here."
"That's not how this works, Cedric," I said, starting to feel annoyed. "The one who reaches the cup first gets the points, and you got here first. Besides, I'm not going to be winning any races on this leg."
Cedric took a few steps away from the Cup.
"No," he said, shaking his head.
"Stop being noble," I said, "Just take the damn cup. Then we can both get away from here."
"You told me about the dragons," Cedric said, stepping closer to me and away from the Cup. "I would have gone down in that first task if it wasn't for you."
"I had help with that one too," I snapped, trying to stop the bleeding in my leg with my pants. "You helped me with the egg- we're even."
"I had help with the egg in the first place," Cedric said.
"We're still even," I grunted, testing my leg timidly. It shook violently when I put weight on it- I definitely sprained it when the spider dropped me. Brilliant.
"You really should've gotten more points in the second task," Cedric said. "You got to the hostages first, and you stayed with them all to get sure they were safe. I should've done that too, but I didn't think about the other hostages."
"That's because I was the only one stupid enough to actually take that song seriously!" I said bitterly. "Just take the bloody cup!"
"No," Cedric said.
He stepped away from the spider and stood beside me. I stared at him. He was serious. Cedric was willingly walking away from the glory that Hufflepuff House haven't had in centuries.
"Go on," Cedric said. He jaw was set, and his arms were folded across his chest. He had made his decision.
"Both of us," I said suddenly, not even thinking about it.
"What?" he said.
"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory, right? We'll tie for it."
Cedric stared at me, unfolding his arms. "You- you sure?"
"Yeah," I said. "I mean, we've helped each other out, right? We're both here now. Let's just take it together."
Cedric's face split into a grin.
"You're on," he smiled. "Come on."
He grabbed my arm and helped me limp over to the cup. When we reached it, we both held a hand over one of the cups shining handles.
"On three, okay?" I said. "One...two...three-"
Me and Cedric both grasped a handle.
Suddenly, I felt a pull beneath my navel. My feet left the ground. I couldn't let go of the cup. It was pulling me through a howl of wind and colour, with Cedric at my side.
Max's POV
I groaned and tried to open my eyes, but they refused to open. They felt like lead. My head felt like it had split open, and my body felt like it had been pulled along after a car for a few hours.
I could feel something digging into my wrists and ankles. There was something warm and sticky trailing down from my forehead and dripping down off my chin.
I heard footsteps approaching me, and forced my eyes to open and I took in my surroundings. I was lying on my back, with my hands and ankles tied together with thick rope, in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was just visible to the right. A hill rose above me to the left. I could just about make out the outline of a fine large house sitting on the hillside.
I couldn't see anyone around me, and the footsteps had stopped. I started struggling against the ropes, but the only thing it achieved was deeper cuts into my wrists.
I tried to stay calm, tried not to panic, but the longer I stayed on that hard ground, the ropes seemed to get tighter and tighter.
I could barely remember what happened at the Quidditch pitch. All I could remember was seeing Moody's scared face, and then nothing. Did he bring me here? Was he some sort of Death Eater? Was he just completely insane?
Where the freaking hell was I?
You are in a village called Little Hangleton, the Voice said.
Brilliant. That's so bloody helpful. Anything else that could actually get me out of here?
Nothing.
Awesome.
That was when I heard the footsteps again. I turned my head, but I couldn't see anyone.
Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted into the air. I kicked out, but didn't manage to connect with anything.
"Stop fighting," a frightening familiar voice said.
"Get off me!" I shouted, kicking out again. This time, I managed to connect with something. The person holding me up grunted, but didn't let me go. "If you stop struggling, then this might go easier for you," the person said.
I moved my head around, and almost screamed. Holding me up, his expression a mixture of fear and disgust, was Peter Pettigrew.
"You!" I screamed. "You coward! You absolute coward! Let me go! LET ME GO!"
Suddenly, I saw Wormtail's hand struck out, and he punched me in the stomach. I tried to bend over, but was holding me up too tightly, so all I could do was cough and wheeze.
"What the hell do you want with me?" I coughed.
"You'll see soon enough," he said, and threw me on the ground. I rolled onto my back and struggling to keep my breathe under control. "Go to hell," I snarled.
Wormtail stared at me. "I'm already there," he said quietly.
"You betrayed Lily and James," I said. "You're the reason Harry doesn't have parents. Bet that makes you feel great about yourself."
"You're a freak with wings. You can't say anything like that to me," Wormtail said, kicking me hard in the shoulder. I gasped, biting hard down on my lip to stop myself from crying out.
"Wormtail?" a cold, high voice called out.
"Y-yes master?" Wormtail said, scurrying away out of sight.
As soon as he was out of sight, I started struggling harder than ever to get away. Something about that cold, emotionless voice made me want to get as far away from here as possible. Finally, I could feel the ropes loosening. I ignored the pain in my wrists and ankles, and pulled as hard as I could. I but my lip harder when I felt a shearing pain erupt from my wrist, and blood fell from my lip.
I twisted myself around, and something hard and sharp jabbed me in the back. My heart quickened. It felt like a stone. I twisted again and again until the stone was near my hand. I gripped it tight and started using it to cut the ropes. It didn't take long for the ropes around my wrists to cut off. Immediately, I sat up and ignoring all the pain in my shoulder and wrist, started cutting at the ropes around my ankle.
When I was completely free of the ropes, I sprang to my feet. I had no idea where Wormtail had gone, and I didn't want to wait to find out. I ran as fast as I could, but I never got far.
"Wormtail, stop her! She's escaping!"
"Stop! Stop!"
I looked over my shoulder, running faster. Wormtail was standing where I had been just moments before, holding what looked like a baby. There was no one else around them, so I guessed that the thing Wormtail was holding was the person with the high, cold voice.
"Give me my wand, Wormtail!"
"Here my Lord."
"Crucio!"
I fell to the ground. It felt like my entire body was on fire. Someone was sticking knives into every inch of my body. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. I didn't know who I was. I didn't know where I was. What was happening. All I knew was pain. Pain pain pain pain pain pain pain.
Nothing but pain.
And there it is. Sorry if it sucks :/ I never wrote that much in a different person's POV before, so...
I hope everyone enjoyed it :)
And sorry if it seems rushed, I wanted it to come across like everything was happening so fast for Max.
Next chapter should be a lot better, I promise :)
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