[Graveyard]
When stepping into the wards that covered the Quidditch Pitch, Viktor had never imagined that something like this would have awaited him.
A graveyard, probably filled with bones of people who were terribly old that may or may not wish to return to the living, or so his grandmother had often told him. Who would have thought a Quidditch Pitch could look this spooky?
The gravestones of different shapes and sizes lay in perfect rows that went on as far as Viktor could see, covered by the curling grass that grew around it. The few trees that looked to be on the graveyard seemed to be as dead as the people who lay under the ground. Viktor doubted any of those trees would help protect against a harsh sun, not that such protection would be needed with the heavy mist that filled the air.
Viktor was shaking, he could feel it, and he couldn't account it to any cold as his teeth weren't chattering. Harry's magic wrapped around him a moment later and Viktor knew that it wasn't the golem that was next to him.
This would probably be considered cheating, and Viktor would have thought so too if Harry didn't look as serious as he did. There was something that was going to happen, something that had forced Harry to swap places with the golem for this task. Viktor had a sinking feeling that this was the culmination of that strange feeling he had gotten months ago that he had been certain that he didn't want to be a part of.
Nonetheless, Viktor was thankful for it, and his wand moved automatically to stun the first of the oncoming magical creatures. After the First Task, Viktor remembered that they didn't really want any of the Champions to harm any of the magical creatures.
Harry joined him a moment later, wand movements and casting as soothing as it had always been.