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Chapter 44: The Third Task & The Parting of Ways

"What do you mean you're in the champion's box?!" Pansy screeched, following Angel along the room.

Angel paid no mind to her screeching as she calmly began to pin her hair. There was no need for dramatics from and instead she tried to concentrate on what she would look like. After all not only was she in the Champion's box (and there would be pictures?), but additionally she would be with the families of the competitors and she needed to look respectable. The thought of being near Sirius made ner both nervous and excited at the thought of perhaps having some conversation. Humming softly she finally found an agreeable ribbon and turned to face Pansy.

'How would she be so calm?' Pansy was worried sick at the thought that people would think of a connection.

She was becoming careless and she didn't like it. Crossing her arms like her mother would, she demanded an explanation.

"Professor McGonagall said-"

"I know what she said, my question is why you said yes?!"

"It's the best excuse for me to be there." She replied calmly, "Plus, I really had no choice. I mean come on, the opportunity is too good to pass."

"What about Draco?"

Angel frowned. What was there to think? If this was an assignment she didn't need an excuse, now did she? She thought over what the Professor had sent in his scroll. Getting up, she walked over to her desk and took out the item before handing it to Pansy.

"I'll tell him tonight at dinner, right before. Plus promised me fifty extra points to Slytherin if I do this. I know he'll support that" she said logically.

"But tonight you'll be there alone…" Pansy said unsure. The confusion in Angel's face said enough. "You know people…they die out there" she whispered, scared of being too blunt with her best friend. "What if Potter…what if he-"

"He won't" Angel said with tightness in her throat. "He can't" she lowered her gaze and stared at her hands. Without realizing they'd become fists and she…she wasn't sure if it was out of anger or fear.

She was angry. She didn't need to hear those horrible things about the tournament. She needed to stay positive, if Harry wanted her to be, she would try. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself down. Pansy was only trying to be the sane one of the two, the careful one. 'She meant no harm' she repeated to herself, hoping she would believe it. Turning away from her friend she feigned interest on the photographs on her desk.

Pansy was nothing like Luna; sometimes she didn't bother to think over what she said and instead threw out a comment not wondering what effect it had. Funny enough she couldn't take the same type of critique back.

"I-I'm so sorry! I just…if he does get hurt I don't want you to expose yourself. You're too careless sometimes and for someone that prided herself in being secretive, it makes no sense for you to want to be so vulnerable there. And I-I can't always hold your hand."

Angel glared and looked at the girl suspiciously. Pansy wasn't having it though; getting up from the bed she walked towards the door.

"What do you mean by that?" Angel asked.

Pansy's hand was on the doorknob before turning to face the younger girl. She really had no clue, and that frustrated Pansy more than anything.

"You're so selfish sometimes you know that?" she murmured, "Imagine having to lie to the person you love because your best friend keeps getting into trouble. Draco is always suspicious and it's not fair; I could lose him all because you can't decide if you're going to be honest to him or keep lying for the sake of Potter"

"You said you were on my side" Angel croaked.

Pansy nodded softly.

"I-I was at the time. Potter is a good guy, I got it and maybe he's good for you. But why this" she made a hand movement towards Angel, "bad is that you both are rubbish at keeping things hidden and instead risk it every moment you get. I'm not going to pick up the pieces when it ends, and build you up when you're torn down. It's not healthy! And I'm not covering for you anymore. You're on your own."

Angel got up immediately at Pansy's comment. She flinched at her words: selfish, ends, and most importantly, on your own. This was not something that she expected to happen. Pansy was always there for her, she never once hurt her or wanted to leave her. She was the first person that genuinely approached her and not just because of Draco. Placing her hands on her hips she took a deep breath.

"Fine" she bit out, "this is over. I'll do this on my own. You just don't tell anyone my secrets." She said showing her towards the door. As she turned away she added "So much for taking care of our own"

It was Pansy's turn to flinch, but her only response was to slam the door shut. It was only until then that Angel's hands shook. Was all of this worth losing her friends? She wasn't sure. But Harry was important now and he needed her. Despite not wanting to hear it, it was true: Harry could die. And she wasn't going to put more guilt on him for anything. Instead she applied lipstick and tried to compose herself waiting for dinner to begin.

…..

Dinner was a quiet affair, awkwardly so. The first thing Angel did when she reached the Great Hall was to ask Draco to talk to her in private. There she explained what occurred and the responsibility she was given. At first he looked angry, that is until she told him about the fact that she would give them fifty points if she did it. Then he had no choice but to agree; and admitted he was proud of her.

Afterwards, dinner had gone eerily quiet. It seemed that when the boys found out that there was something odd between the girls they piped up and said nothing. Angel had to admit she was miserable without Pansy; for one thing the girl wouldn't even look at her, instead only talked about everything and nothing in particular to the boys and ignored any input that Angel had. Not that she spoke much; instead she found her plate to be the most interesting part of it all.

Looking miserable, she couldn't help but move her gaze from her dinner plate to the Gryffindor table. Harry looked so happy as the Weasley family doted on him . It was adorable how Mrs. Weasley put the plate in front of him and everyone was excited to hear him talk. His face brightened as he saw that Sirius and Remus were making jokes. 'He finally gets what he deserves' she thought to herself. And maybe this was what she deserved; maybe she could tell Draco about what was going on. But as she heard Draco make a joke at Harry's expense, she didn't think it was wise at the moment.

She caught Harry's gaze and she smiled brightly at him; perhaps a little too wide, and perhaps too perfect. But he bought it and gave her one in return. Lowering her gaze, it was met with Luna who glided over from her table towards Angel. Clasping her hands in front of her she merely smiled and signaled her.

"Come join me for a walk yes? I see you are alone and the fliffleflies are getting sad around you"

She saw Draco about to shoo her away, but at that moment she got up and followed Luna. Waving goodbye to her friends she walked off with Luna.

...

Angel was grateful for Luna's attention to detail. She had to admit that Pansy's words kept replaying in her head and she was starting to feel a bit ill from it all. Sighing softly, she felt someone grabbing her hand. The other girl smiled brightly and tugged her along, never once letting go of her hand. At first there was silence between the pair yet neither of them let go as they walked with their arms intertwined.

"You shouldn't be sad or feel guilty for being happy you know" Luna hummed after a while.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Angel said nervously.

Luna gave her that look and Angel conceded. There was truly something special about the blonde as she felt emotions so easily and instead she found herself sighing.

"But is it selfish to be happy?"

Luna shook her head and leaned against the tree before sliding down and taking Angel with her. She allowed the blonde to have her time to put her thoughts together before she could talk. She was in no rush to head back.

"Let me tell you a story" she began, "once upon a time there was a little fox who was happy with her life. She had a warm den, lots of her siblings playing around with her and friends. She was loved by all of them, but she didn't love back with the intensity that others did her. It was one day that she saw another fox; dirty and black fur. It had no group to call it's own nor any love. It's only friends were a cat and a terrier, both mismatched and didn't belong in their own way. One day, the foxes met and it was the first time that the little white fox felt like she found her person. He didn't bow at her whim nor did he instantly love her. But she did love, love in a way where she blindly left everything behind. The black fox had nothing to lose and took her love willingly and both were together. The End"

Angel turned to her confused.

"Did….did the little fox do the right thing?" she asked.

"Huh?" Luna looked confused.

"Did the fox pick the right mate?" she asked again.

"Oh!" Luna shrugged, "Well who knows. Life doesn't guarantee anything, but I mean did the black fox not just accept her? Isn't that good enough?"

"No it's not" she replied quickly, "What about the little fox's family? Did they still play with her? Did they accept the black fox? Was it worth leaving what she knew for the fox outcast?"

"Who cares? She was happy wasn't she? What does it matter?"

"It matters" Angel interrupted.

"Why?"

"Because if that happiness ends, who will she turn to? How can she be sure it's worth leaving everything behind? If you love someone and your promise forever, is it really forever?!"

Luna laughed softly and squeezed her hand.

"You know why it didn't work?" she said softly "because she didn't trust the idea of happiness being real and forever. How can you have forever if you have doubts?"

That was when she was trumped.

"Will I be happy with Harry?" Angel asked.

She had never told Luna about it, but it was obvious that she knew. Luna merely smiled and tilted her head.

"Are you happy now?"

"Absolutely" she breathed out.

Luna smiled.

"I don't think even the happiest elf can be happy every second of the day, but they're happy with what they do. At the end of the day, is your life happy? If it's not? Change it! The lovebugs around you are happy, so I can see they'll thrive for a while"

Angel blushed and hugged the girl. Luna hugged back and murmured.

"If you want, I can warn you when the lovebugs grow sick so you can fix them"

"I'd like that a lot Luna"

Both girls were happy with their silence. But it was interrupted with the booming Sonorus signaling it was time to head to the third task. Both got up and cleaned themselves up before heading to the Quidditch fields. The first thing that Angel noticed was how different the field looked. A twenty-foot-high hedge ran all the way around the edge of it. There was a gap right in front of them: the entrance to the vast maze. The passage beyond it looked dark and creepy. She looked surprised as she noticed the seats beginning to fill.

"Miss Malfoy!" a voice called out.

Turning around in surprise she noticed Professor Remus signaling her to go up to the private box with the rest of them. Nervously going up the stairs, it was the first time that she was an outcast. The Weasley's stuck together and she wouldn't dare sit close to them. Instead she took a seat across from them and closer to the front. She wasn't going to allow herself to be close to them. Friends of Harry or not she would not allow herself to be sullied by them. Looking over towards the lower stands, she couldn't help but seek out her brother and friends. Everyone began to blur together, but platinum blonde hair caught her attention. His ice blue eyes met hers and they both waved at one another. He seemed so proud of her being there and she felt guilt eat away at her.

The champion's stand began to fill, and she pretended to be writing notes about what she saw. She waited to see Harry come out with the other champions. Her attention was so caught up in trying to look busy that she didn't notice someone sitting beside her. That is until they began to talk.

"Don't be nervous, our boy will do great"

Jumping in surprise, she looked to her left and saw Sirius sitting beside her. His body thrummed with nervous excitement, it was obvious. She didn't know how to feel, excited at being able to talk to him, and nervous at the realization that this was truly her last remaining family member. At her hesitance, he too found himself to be nervous and said softly.

"Hello"

Angel smiled shyly and couldn't help but say:

"Hi"

Both looked away and looked down at the stage; the champions had arrived. And Harry, sweet Harry noticed that they sat together. She gave him a shy smile and mouthed that she wished him the best. His only response was to grin widely, despite his fear and knew it'd be okay.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each - Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter, both of Hogwarts School!" The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In second place, with eighty points - Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" More applause. "And in third place – Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!"

"He'll be okay...right?" she asked suddenly to Sirius.

He shifted beside her and patted her hand lightly, too scared to squeeze it or hold it.

"Our Harry is a fighter."

She smiled and nodded. Of course he was; if he survived You-Know-Who, he could survive this. As the red light was thrown in the sky, they all ran off. Leaning against the wall it was now her turn to wait.

"He'll be okay" she whispered to herself. "He has to be."

…..

Something was wrong; she felt it. The professors were murmuring amongst each other and none of the looks were positive. A help sign was shown and Angel tensed up. 'If it's Harry, at least it's not bad, he'll be back and in one piece.' This is what she repeated over and over again hoping that it would be okay.

Immediately someone was being taken out. Everyone stood up to see who it was: but the moment she saw such a big build, she realized it wasn't Harry. Viktor Krum. Sitting back down, she felt more weight on her than ever.

"You aren't relieved, why?" Sirius asked.

Turning to face him, she didn't even bother to hide her fear. He was absolutely right, she wanted that person to be Harry. She wanted him to be safe and in her sight and just safe.

"I don't care if he wins, so long as he's safe. So long as he's back here and not risking his life," she admitted. "He's already better than any champion."

It was then that Sirius realized that the feelings that his daughter had for Harry weren't mere infatuation but unwavering loyalty. The way her eyes never wavered from his and it showed her honesty.

"He'll be fine, you'll see"

It was then that the unexpected happened. She grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly. She said nothing and he didn't ruin it. Instead their eyes stayed at the entrance of the maze hoping to have Harry back.

He was dead. Cedric was dead. Harry looked on as the boy who told him he deserved to win, but Harry insisted they tie, was laying there. The body was spread eagle and his eyes looking up at him. But there was no light in them; it was as if one was staring into an empty house. He felt nothing but shock. That wasn't possible. But as he was picked up, he could barely do anything. His foot was injured from the giant spider, and his gaze was solely concentrated on Cedric's body.

He only realized what was happening as he was slammed against a statue and tied up. He snapped up and looked at the hooded person.

"You!" he yelled seeing Wormtail in all his disgusting glory.

He could hear noises at his feet. He looked down and saw a gigantic snake slithering through the grass, circling the headstone where he was tied. Wormtail's fast, wheezy breathing was growing louder again. It sounded as though he was forcing something heavy across the ground. Then he came back within Harry's range of vision, and Harry saw him pushing a stone cauldron to the foot of the grave. It was full of what seemed to be water - Harry could hear it slopping around and it was larger than any cauldron Harry had ever used; a great stone belly large enough for a full-grown man to sit in.

The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat very fast. The surface began not only to bubble, but also to send out fiery sparks, as though it were on fire. And Harry heard the high, cold voice again.

"Hurry!"

The water sparkled like diamonds as it began to boil.

"It is ready. Master."

"Now..." said the cold voice.

Wormtail pulled open the robes on the ground, revealing what was inside them, and Harry let out a yell that was strangled in the wad of material blocking his mouth. He struggled and tugged at the ropes, ignoring the way it stung. He only stopped to notice Wormtail bringing something to the cauldron. It had a weird shape, as if he was carrying a child. It was hairless and scaly-looking, a dark, raw, reddish black. Its arms and legs were thin and feeble, and its face - no child alive ever had a face like that - flat and snakelike, with gleaming red eyes.

As it was thrown in the cauldron, Wormtail began to chant something. This is when Harry knew that this could be the end. Closing his eyes he could only hope for the best.

…

"It seems we have a champion found injured in the maze!"

Angel got up immediately her hands sweating at the thought of it being Harry. The time kept clicking and the murmurs had begun to increase. Viktor had been Imperio'd, his wand said he had used an unforgivable curse. She could only think about who he used it against: Harry. Her heart hammered against her chest in some weird way hoping that it was Harry who was found. But it wasn't. Fleur: she was the one found not Harry. She looked seriously injured and the medics began to run the tests on her.

She turned to look at the timer and saw that it had ran a lot longer than normal. Shouldn't they send out the search party? The professors didn't look confident either and that was when she began to be scared.

"Send out search parties!"

Turning around in surprise seeing that her father had been the one to demand that something be done for Harry and Cedric. Why wasn't anyone worrying over the fact that an unforgivable was used on a student to use the Cruciatus curse.

"Be quiet Sirius" was the only response he got, and Dumbledore didn't even say a thing.

"He's in danger isn't he?" she said softly.

"Have hope" was Sirius' only comment.

It was getting harder and harder to keep hope going when she knew that something wasn't right. Clasping her hands tightly she sat down and waited. She saw Draco looking at her and she gave him a bored look. He merely laughed and bought it. But Pansy didn't; the way her eyes looked on at her made her realize that she wasn't okay. Pansy was worried too. Closing her eyes she slowly masked her expression. She gave a sense of indifferent as the Weasley's hollered about where the champions were.

…..

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort quietly. "Thirteen years. . . thirteen years since last we met. Yet you answer my call as though it were yesterday, we are still united under the Dark Mark, then! Or are we?"

He put back his terrible face and sniffed, his slit-like nostrils widening.

"I smell guilt," he said. "There is a stench or guilt upon the air."

The tension was clear; a shiver ran down their backs. It was clear that everyone was in shock that Voldemort was alive. Alive. Real. And Harry could only look on in horror.

"I see you all, whole and healthy, with your powers intact - such prompt appearances! And I ask myself . . . why did this band of wizards never come to the aid of their master, to whom they swore eternal loyalty?"

No one spoke, it was clear he wasn't done.

"And I answer myself," he whispered, "they must have believed me broken, they thought I was gone. They slipped back among my enemies, and they pleaded innocence, and ignorance, and bewitchment. . . .And then I ask myself, but how could they have believed I would not rise again? They, who knew the steps I took, long ago, to guard myself against mortal death? They, who had seen proofs of the immensity of my power in the times when I was mightier than any wizard living? And I answer myself, perhaps they believed a still greater power could exist, one that could vanquish even Lord Voldemort. . . perhaps they now pay allegiance to another . . . perhaps that champion of commoners, of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

At the mention of Dumbledore, many began to talk amongst themselves. No of course would think about mentioning Dumbledore aloud.

"It is a disappointment to me ... I confess myself disappointed. . . ."

One of the men suddenly flung himself forward, breaking the circle. Trembling from head to foot, he collapsed at Voldemort's feet.

"Master!" he shrieked, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us all!"

Voldemort began to laugh. He raised his wand.

"Crucio!"

The Death Eater on the ground writhed and shrieked; Harry winced and wondered if in this muggle town anyone could hear it. Harry looked back at the men in silver masks, all standing facing their master, wondering what they would ask of them.

"Lucius, my slippery friend," he whispered, halting before him. "I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. You are still ready to take the lead in a spot of Muggle-torture, I believe? Yet you never tried to find me, Lucius. . . . Your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay. . . but might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master?"

'He is a Death Eater' Harry thought in surprise. He couldn't help but wonder if Angel knew about this if she had any idea that those poor muggles being tortured came at the hand of her father. He found himself wrestling the rope more, wanting to attack Lucius, wanting to tell Angel and just protect her from the darkness of her family.

"My Lord, I was constantly on the alert," came Lucius Malfoy's voice swiftly from beneath the hood. "Had there been any sign from you, any whisper of your whereabouts, I would have been at your side immediately, nothing could have prevented me -"

"And yet you ran from my Mark, when a faithful Death Eater sent it into the sky last summer?" said Voldemort lazily, and Mr. Malfoy stopped talking abruptly.

"Yes, I know all about that, Lucius. . . . You have disappointed me. ... I expect more faithful service in the future."

"Of course, my Lord, of course. . . . You are merciful, thank you. ..."

Voldemort moved on, and stopped, staring at the space - large enough for two people - that separated Malfoy and the next man.

Harry stopped listening at this very moment. All he could think about was that all these purebloods, all these people of power were once siding with Voldemort. He heard names and realized many of them had children at Hogwarts. Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy. It stung to think that these people sided with him. They killed innocent people, their leader killed his parents. Closing his eyes tightly, he just hoped that drowning everything around him. This was how he was going to die, and that, stung more than anything.

….

Murmurs began to rise and people were demanding to know what was happening. Angel just felt numb; she knew something was wrong for the fact that the timer had run out of time and still no one was there. She had seen how Dumbledore had sent some professors to look for them in the maze, but no dice. Cedric and Harry were missing.

Suddenly a flash of light and the popping noise signaled it was over. Everyone began to cheer loudly as they saw the champions coming forward. Sirius jumped in his chair and they all began to cheer for Harry. Angel felt something wrong especially as he wasn't moving. He was clutching Cedric; her eyes widened.

"They're not okay!" she screamed loudly. Her tone nearly hysterical.

People around her looked, and sure enough as Dumbledore moved forward towards the pair, they could see Harry crying. Cedric…he was, Angel covered her mouth smothering her gasp. The cheers quickly died out as everyone slowly realized then the gasps, cries and hysteria came. She saw Cedric's parents run from the stands to the body and Sirius did the same for Harry as did Remus. All she could do was stand there in shock.

She needed to get out of there, and try to get closer. In the mass hysteria she found herself rushing towards the stands hoping to comfort Harry in some way. But as the Diggory's took Cedric's body, Harry slowly got lost in the crowd. She wanted to chase after them but it was useless. In the mix of people coming around and leaving, sobbing, and she should take advantage of that. She was grabbed by Sirius and turned to look at him in surprise.

"Come on, let's go see him"

It was weird how holding his hand seemed natural. Tugging her along she followed nervously. Looking back, she noticed that Draco and her friends were nowhere to be seen and she quickened her pace.

"Where are we going?" she asked confused.

"I saw him go this way," he explained as they rushed up the stairs. "Moony should already be-"

As they turned both stopped noticing that they weren't alone.

"He's not in the Hospital Wing" Remus interrupted them from the top of the stairs.

This is when it got confusing. If he wasn't in the Hospital Wing, where would he be? Dumbledore was behind them and before they could ask him if he knew, he passed them fairly quickly.

"Follow him" both Sirius and Remus said and they were off.

Angel huffed as they ran up the stairs confused at first. She was thankful that no one bothered to stop her, telling her it was a stupid thing to do. She was confused at first when they reached Professor Moody's room and said nothing. Dumbledore was eerily quiet and before she could ask what was happening the door was slammed open by Dumbledore and:

"Stupefy!"

Her eyes widened as the professor went down. Looking at Dumbledore incredulously, before looking at Harry. Harry looked around and saw the four of them standing in the doorway, Dumbledore in front, his wand outstretched. At that moment, Harry fully understood for the first time why people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort had ever feared. The look upon Dumbledore's face as he stared down at the unconscious form of Mad-Eye Moody was more terrible than Harry could have ever imagined. There was no benign smile upon Dumbledore's face, no twinkle in the eyes behind the spectacles. There was cold fury in every line of the ancient face; a sense of power radiated from Dumbledore as though he were giving off burning heat.

Dumbledore stepped into the office, placed a foot underneath Moody's unconscious body, and kicked him over onto his back, so that his face was visible. Sirius followed him, looking into the Foe-Glass, where his own face was still visible, glaring into the room with Remus in toe. It was only Angel that went straight to Harry.

"Are you okay?" she whispered her eyes checking Harry over, scared of how injured he was.

Her hands went all over, hoping to realize he was indeed alive. Harry noticed how her lips were wobbling as though she was about to cry. He merely leaned her way and she wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers through his hair hoping to sooth him but he merely shook against her. Yet the weight came her way, and she grunted as he was slowly falling on her. He was heavier than he seemed. Remus immediately helped the two out and sat Harry as best he could.

"Let's go to the Hospital Wing Harry and-"

"No," said Dumbledore sharply.

"Dumbledore, he ought to - look at him - he's been through enough tonight -"

"He will stay, Remus, because he needs to understand," said Dumbledore curtly.

"Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery. He needs to know who has put him through the ordeal he has suffered tonight, and why,"

"Moody," Harry said. He was still in a state of complete disbelief. "How can it have been Moody?"

"This is not Alastor Moody," said Dumbledore quietly. "You have never known Alastor Moody. The real Moody would not have removed you from my sight after what happened tonight. The moment he took you, I knew - and I followed." Dumbledore bent down over Moody's limp form and put a hand inside his robes. He pulled out Moody's hip flask and a set of keys on a ring. Then he turned to Remus and Sirius.

"Remus, Sirius, one of you please go to Severus and ask him for the strongest truth potion he can get. The other go to Hagrid's house, where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here."

Both were hesitant, but if they questioned whether or not to follow, it wiped from their faces and they ran off. It only left Angel there still running her fingers through Harry's hair and murmuring it would be okay. Harry simply clung to her as tightly as he could, but even gripping her shirt proved to be a hard task. He was sweating and he wanted to just bury himself against something familiar. She was so warm and as she ran her fingers through his wet hair he merely closed his eyes wanting to hold her tight. But his body couldn't; it hurt, everything hurt and nothing made sense. As she kissed his wet forehead he found himself wondering how she was doing.

"I'm okay" he whispered to her.

"Are you sure? Because-"

"Miss Malfoy, will you please go towards your common room? Harry needs to stay for this particular moment to understand it all."

"But I-"

"-I hope you know to keep utmost secrecy at this moment. And you will be called to my office later."

Angel knew better than to argue and nodded. Reluctantly she moved from Harry's grip, her chest hurting more as he dug his fingers tighter refusing to let her go. Still she reluctantly did as she was told but whispered something before running off. As she walked out of the Professor's office she was shaking.

Thankfully with the whole event, and the ending everyone was doing their own form of morning. She felt like Harry had changed once going into the third task. His skin looked so sickly and his sweat had wet through the fabrics. He was bleeding; his eyes filled with confusion, tears and fear. She wanted to hold him longer, telling him everything was okay but it wasn't possible. Lifting her head she looked around to see where she was. There are the end of the hall was Sirius running her way. Before she could say a single thing, her father held her tightly. That was when the dam broke. She was scared about what happened, what she saw.

She was scared for Harry and what he was feeling. She knew he wouldn't be okay. And she felt helpless. He shushed her softly and pulled her into a classroom to allow them some privacy.

"He's now in the hospital wing, Dumbledore says he's okay" Sirius murmured.

"He doesn't know a damn thing" she snarled angrily wiping her tears, "he made Harry stay there when he wanted to leave. He wanted to get away from it all but he kept him there."

"You don't know what you're saying" Sirius said softly, running his fingers through her hair hoping it would relax her. He wasn't used to parenting but this felt right. And as Angel relaxed against him he figured he did something right.

"Want to go visit him?" he asked.

"I can't" she murmured silently. "The Weasleys and his friends will be there and I-I can't be there"

That was the realization that occurred as she said this. She sobbed softly realizing that this was what their future held. Their secret would keep them apart in public. She couldn't worry and fuss over him like the others, she would have to wait until they left him.

"Go" she whispered, "go to Harry, he needs you"

"No you need me and I-"

"Whatever I went through doesn't matter. Harry…he's…he's more important. He saw Cedric die. H-he said that You-Know-Who is alive. H-he needs you so much right now. Go" she whispered.

Sirius looked hesitant before nodding. He found himself doing something he always wanted to do to his child: he kissed her forehead before running off. There Angel sat, covering her face as she cried realizing over Harry. Alone. As it should be because this secret; made her be completely alone.