The Last Task
The great, grey Cannon sounded, the loud sound went ringing in her both of her delicate ears. A massive roar of applauders came from her own school, which was more commonly referred to as Beauxbatons than called its full name, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. She was fairly confident that she was going to win, with the exception that she did not appreciate the means of this Task. She honestly thought it was highly ridiculous to perform all three Unforgivable Curses. Nonetheless, she reluctantly turned to enter the giant, rusted, iron-barred cell and the door slammed shut behind her. The only light that was guiding her was from the outside, so she lit up her wand as soon as she got in there and she went to look deeper into the ancient cell, as she had the curiosity to see what she may be able to find. She was startled by the rustling of chains to her left, as the cell had been quiet for all the time she was been here, so that was where she decided to make her turn.
When she got there, she saw two people chained up to the wall by their arms tied against their sides and the wall against their backs. She quickly noticed that there was a flask on a small, wooden table near them, and inside the flask was a horrible, black, inky colour. She did not want to know what was inside, yet she somehow knew what to do.
"Imperio," she said. What's inside the flask? She thought, demanding a direct answer.
The person she cast the Imperius Curse did not respond. It was possible they were able to resist such a weak and feeble attempt of the curse.
A difficult task, indeed. She thought bitterly to herself.
She kept on trying fiercely, eventually becoming annoyed that it didn't work so easily. It finally worked and the person talked.
They simply said,
"Your key to the second Challenge."
And the flask open up, spilled its contents on the floor, and it formed two more people.
"What am I looking for?" she dictated.
Neither of them said a word. Then she remembered,
Hurt the ones you save;
They will give you more than a name.
Torture, she thought.
"Crucio!"
The curse only hurt them for a split second.
That's right, I need to have a deep desire to hurt them.
She tried to feel it, but she did not think she had the sadism to carry out the curse. She had to attempt it.
"Crucio!" she tried again, this time one of them withered and screamed under her power over them.
"Tell me!" she commanded, feeling slight remorse.
"You see those two? You may not know them, but they sure know you. They are concealed under a magical identity. Their disguises are from a Polyjuice Potion."
Kill the ones in the end -
They may not be the ones you trust.
"The Killing Curse," she whispered to herself.
She pointed her wand at them, who were chained to the wall.
"Avada Kedavra."
With a flash of green light, they fell to the floor, and the memory of her killing her sister came back to her.
x
Rosalie came out through the now-open iron-barred door. Cheers erupted from the stands and she went to the Triwizard Cup and touched it to declare her win.
Sam Roberts came up to the top of the cell, only to discover it was locked only moments earlier. With a flick of Voldemort's wand, the cell suddenly opened. Sam looked very relieved by the fact that he wasn't trapped in there forever.
Voldemort whispered something to one of his Death Eaters, and the Death Eater gave him a bow and went somewhere. Helena was curious to know where he was going. Voldemort was about to announce her win.
"I congratulate Rosalie Firth from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and her win of the Triwizard Tournament."
Cheers became louder from the Beauxbatons stand and Rosalie looking fairly proud of her triumph.
"And I'm glad to announce the Hogwarts Champion, Samuel Roberts, receives second place and the Durmstrang Champion, Coen Hagan, last place!"
Cheers came from the different school as each of their names were announced.
"I seriously thought he was going to keep Sam locked up in there," stated Helena to Katie.
"Where's the Durmstrang Champion?" wondered Katie.
As soon as she said that, the Death Eater that earlier sent away by Voldemort was helping Coen walk into the arena, where each of the cells were.
"I'm surprised he's not dead," stated Helena in shock.
"I'm surprised he's lasted this long."
She saw Sam's shocked face as he saw Coen. It was obvious he thought the same that she did.
"He does look a bit rough," stated Katie.
His face was rather bruised up and dried blood was on the edge of his mouth. He was a lot more whiter than he was when he came to Beauxbatons.
Helena had to admit that she expected him to look much worse than he actually did.
"I hope they helped him recover after Dolohov shot that curse at him, otherwise he probably would've died."
"Probably. He must've taken a lot of potions to recover from that though," replied Katie.
"True."
However how true, Helena did not know. But the Death Eaters not killing the Champions made a clear and valid point: Do not underestimate us, this is our orders.
x
With Hogwarts students leaving Beauxbatons, this meant that they were due to start their End of Year Exams, seeing as there was only a few weeks left of school. Katie was stressing out about a few weeks ago. Helena saw no reason to get all stressed about it, as she literally knew everything there is to know.
As usual, they were fairly easy. Nothing was too complicated, nothing was out-of-place. It was like a piece of cake.
Though, she admitted to having some difficulty choosing her options for her Third Year.
She had to choose between Arithmancy, Divination, Study of Ancient Runes, and Care of Magical Creatures. Not only would they determine her future, she knew little about each subject, apart from the fact that Arithmancy was basically numbers and Care of Magical Creatures was, well, caring for magical creatures.
She ultimately decided that Arithmancy might be good along with Ancient Runes. She never really liked practical lessons, anyway.