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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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*Authors Note* Thank you Mizuchan24 for the wonderful review. I love all the feedback, and get a kick out of people enjoying the story so much. Don't be afaid to critic me either, I will never know where to improve if I dont know where to start to begin with. Thank you for reading :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost; read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 8

Harry looked to his right giving the blond seventh year a nervous smile, in which Cedric gave him an encouraging one. Glancing behind his shoulder, Harry shivered when his eyes locked with Viktor’s; that boy was horrid. Behind Viktor was Fleur, even though he thought she was very beautiful, he didn’t feel the attraction that Ron did. Too Harry Fleur was just like any other girl, the Veela allure didn’t work. Ron on the other hand was a Git; he still blamed Harry for being in this stupid tournament. It wasn’t Harry that put his name in the Goblet of Fire, he honestly didn’t know who did; but he had his suspicions. Like he would want any more fame; this tournament would only bring him more. Harry would have been happier to live out his life with no one knowing him, than have to deal with the whims of the bloody public…

“Please wizards and witches take your seats. The third task is about to begin. Tied in first place are Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory both from Hogwarts; who will have a five minute head start. In second place is Viktor Krum from Durmstrang; who will leave five minutes after the leaders leave. In third place is Fleur Delacour from Beaubaxtons; who will leave ten minutes after the start of the tournament.”

The announcer jolted Harry from his thoughts. Quickly wiping his hands dry on his pants, getting ready to leave when the tournament gun sounded. He didn’t want to do this, but he also didn’t want to let the Headmaster down either. In Harry’s opinion if you were forced to do something, he may as well do it to the best of his ability…”

“BANG”

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the gun going off. Bloody hell I was daydreaming again. Harry took off after Cedric who now had a head start due to his daydreaming. Cedric went right, so Harry figured he would go left and started running as fast as he could through the twists and turns of the maze.

“BANG”

The second gun went off, which meant Viktor has now entered the maze. What felt like seconds in Harry’s mind had actually been five minutes. Harry stopped for a moment and took a large gulp of air; running again even faster, taking the twist and turns at a reckless speed.

Turning around one corner, Harry ended up in a rounded area with only one exit being guarded by a dementor. The sweat that clung to Harry’s body instantly froze, his mind starting to slip through a tunnel where a woman pleaded for her life from a red eyed man. With sheer force of will Harry turned his mind away from that path and yelled, “Expecto Patronum.” The silvery stag leaped out of the end of Harry’s wand circling the dementor a couple of times. The stag did nothing, the dementor was still there.

Real fear clouded Harry’s thoughts, making it hard to think through his options. Looking behind him he saw the maze close itself off of any possible exit. Looking forward again the dementor was now flying closer, and the tunnel in Harry’s mind was getting bigger. Harry remembered that the Headmaster wouldn’t let a real dementor on the grounds. That could only mean that this was a boggart; pointing his wand at the fake dementor casting the spell, “Ridikulous.” It worked; the relief in knowing that it wasn’t a real dementor had Harry smiling; but watching the dementor turn into a puppy trying to walk on ice, made Harry double over in laughter. With the dementor gone Harry resumed his break neck speed to reach the cup before the other contestants.

“BANG”

The third gun sounded, meaning Fleur entered the maze. Harry was confused he was positive that the fight with the boggart took longer than five minutes. Shrugging his shoulders, thought that time was a fickle concept.

Minutes, or maybe it was hours passed, Harry didn’t know all he knew was his legs hurt, and the air in his lungs burned with every breath he took. Skidding around one corner, Harry lost all equilibrium, looking down produced the sky, and when he looked up he saw the entire maze. Looking at the maze closely noticing he was about half way to the center and a mist covering the section he was in. He would have to backtrack to get out of the mist, but it was difficult. When he moved backward he moved forward; turning left meant he actually turned right. The whole concept was confusing, and it took Harry several minutes to get out of the mist.

Once out of the mist, Harry was able to move the way he wanted too, everything was right in the world; at least for his sense of direction. With the loss of time the mist created, Harry was anxious; it felt like it took too much time to get out of the mist. But he hadn’t heard the fourth gun yet that was to signal the end of the tournament. So there was still time.

Even though Harry wanted to walk, he ran, forcing his legs to continue at his previous pace. With every step beginning to get harder and harder, as his legs grew heavier. Harry approached another clearing, after his last couple obstacles in clearings, Harry approached more cautious. In the center of the clearing was Cedric battling the Blast-ended Screwts. Thinking this could give him an advantage over the other contestants. Harry couldn’t leave Cedric there alone, those buggers were some of the nastiest creatures Hagrid had ever introduced.

Running to the center of the fray, Cedric looked up noticing Harry coming to help. With a welcoming smile, Harry turns around so they are back to back, to have a better advantage over the pests. It didn’t take long after that for both wizards to kill of the skrewts, and Harry feeling better for helping his classmate.

“Thanks Harry…I don’t know if I could have managed without your help.” Cedric placed a warm hand to Harry’s shoulder giving him a grin. “Now you better hurry, with your short legs, I have the better chance of winning”

Laughing Cedric turns and runs in the other direction. With a scowl Harry starts running with renewed determination muttering, Short legs, I’ll show him when he sees me with the cup.

There’s still time, there’s still time, the fourth gun hasn’t sounded yet. That became Harry’s new mantra as he ran. The determination that Cedric inspired did not last very long as his anxiety grew. He knew it couldn’t be too much further to the center of the maze. Then to the right, up ahead a door opened. Peeking through the door before entering, Harry cautiously moves forward. It was a long tunnel, and at the end of the passage was the cup.

He did it, excitement poured in, and the cautiousness that he felt left him; as he ran through the Doorway. Not even two steps into the tunnel, the doorways close and a statue of a sphinx appears.

“In order to pass, to catch your prize you have to answer, what is the color of your eyes?”

The voice coming from the statue was unearthly, slightly creepy, but beautiful. The question it asked though was horrible. A two year old could answer this riddle. Slightly confused, and thinking the answer was some kind of trick, Harry answered with trepidation.

“Errr… Green?”

“That is correct young Enrai… Go…Hurry others are closing in to what is yours.”

The voice even though still creepy, only confused Harry further; but true to its word both doors opened and at the end of the tunnel was still the cup. On the other side was Cedric staring at the cup as well. Both wizards locked eyes, with a nod from Cedric and a grin from Harry; both start running as fast as they could towards the cup.

Harry didn’t think he would make it, Cedric was older, stronger, and had longer legs, but when he felt the hook in the center of his navel he couldn’t but let out a whoop of joy. Harry looked up he noticed that Cedric had won as well. This was even better, thought Harry.

They both landed tangled, laughing but still clutching the cup together. After congratulating themselves and each other, they finally noticed they where no longer on the grounds of Hogwarts; but in a graveyard.

“What the fuck is going on?... Why does this keep happening to me?” Harry yelled out to no one in particular. Then with every bit of breath he had yelled, “Voldemort if you want me come kill me...”

A chuckle came over the wind, and Harry quickly turned around placing himself between Cedric and the red-eyed monster that had been after him for his whole life. Dread closed its icy fingers around Harry’s throat when he heard Voldemort speak.

“Take out the spare.”

A Death Eater that was walking slightly behind and to the left of Voldemort shot of a curse hitting Cedric. When Harry looked, Cedric had ceased all movement with a lifeless look on his face. Harry’s attention snapped back to Voldemort when he began speaking again.

“My name is not Voldemort; it is Tom Riddle My Lord.”

Harry watched as Voldemort bowed his head and dropped to one knee. Followed closely by the five Death Eaters; who not only took the same posture as Voldemort, but took off their masks. Harry didn’t know who two of them were, but he noticed the Platinum locks, of Lucius Malfoy the father of his rival. Also the greasy hair, of his potions Professor, the dungeon bat that lived to torment Harry’s very existence. The greatest shock to Harry’s system was the one Death Eater that caught Harry’s eye. Harry could never forget the wild gaze of his Godfather; what was Sirius doing here?

Harry lost all reason, waving his arms around in attempt to include his surroundings. Looking at his Godfather and asked, “Padfoot what is this?”
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