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This takes place in Chapter 31 The Third Task. Hope you like it!

Dumbledore's office disappeared, and now they were standing in the Great Hall where Harry and Ron were sitting at the Gryffindor table. Professor McGonagall was walking towards them.

"Potter, the champions are congregating in the chamber off the Hall after breakfast," she said.

"Oh good it's time for the next task!" said Al. "This should be exciting."

"But the task's not till tonight!" Harry protested, accidentally spilling scrambled eggs on himself.

"I'm aware of that, Potter," she said. "The championships' families are invited to watch the final task, you know. This is simply a chance for you to greet them."

Harry gaped after her.

"She doesn't expect the Dursleys to turn up, does she?" he asked Ron blankly.

"Dunno," said Ron. "Harry, I'd better hurry, I'm going to be late for Binns. See you later."

"Maybe Uncle Dudley would but Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon – there is noooo way." said James. "I mean we've only visited Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon once and they refused to even go near us."

"Oh yeah, I don't even know why we went there in the first place." said Lily. "That was an awkward visit . . ."

Harry finished his breakfast and walked toward the side chamber. Just then Cedric stuck his head from the side chamber door.

"Harry, come on, they're waiting for you!"

"Who's waiting for him . . .?" asked Rose perplexed as everyone else shrugged.

The group followed Harry into the chamber. Just inside the door, stood Cedric and his parents. Viktor Krum was over in a corner, conversing with his dark-haired mother and a man with a large hooked nose in rapid Bulgarian.

"Well, we know were Krum got his hooked honker!" said Hugo looking at Krum's father's nose.

On the other side of the room, Fleur was jabbering away in French to her mother. Fleur's little sister, Gabrielle, was holding her mother's hand. She waved at Harry, who waved back, grinning. In front of the fireplace, Mrs. Weasley and Bill stood beaming at Harry.

"Surprise!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as she smiled broadly and walked over to them. "Thought we'd come and watch you, Harry!" She bent down and kissed him on the cheek.

"That's so sweet!" said Lily smiling. "Grandma and Uncle Bill are the best people ever!"

"You all right?" asked Bill, grinning at Harry and shaking his hand. "Charlie wanted to come, but he couldn't get time off. He said you were incredible against the Horntail."

"Oh my God look!" Rose giggled. "Aunt Fleur's checking out Uncle Bill!"

Everyone looked over at Fleur who was indeed looking at Bill. She seemed to have no objection whatsoever to long hair or earrings with fangs on them.

"This is really nice of you," Harry muttered to Mrs. Weasley. "I thought for a moment – the Dursleys –"

"Yeah that's a joke." said Al.

"Hmm," said Mrs. Wealsey, pursing her lips and eyes flashing.

"It's great being back here," said Bill, looking around the chamber (Violet, the Fat Lady's friend, winked at him from her frame). "Haven't seen this place for five years. Is that picture of the mad knight still around? Sir Cadogan?"

"Hmmm I'm going to have to find that painting when we get back . . ." said James gazing into space.

"Oh yeah," said Harry.

"And the Fat Lady?" said Bill.

"You know I really don't see how she doesn't get offended being called the Fat Lady." said Hugo.

"She was here in my time," said Mrs. Weasley. "She gave me such a telling off one night when I got back to the dormitory at four in the morning –"

"What were you doing out of your dormitory at four in the morning?" asked Bill, surveying his mother with amazement.

Mrs. Weasley grinned, her eyes twinkling.

"Your father and I had been for a nighttime stroll," she said. "He got caught by Apollyon Pringle – he was the caretaker in those days – your father's still got the marks."

"Fancy giving us a tour, Harry?" said Bill.

"Yeah, okay," said Harry, and they made their way back toward the door into the Great Hall. As they passed Amos Diggory, he looked around.

"There you are, are you?" he said, looking Harry up and down. "Bet you're not feeling quite as full of yourself now Cedric's caught you up on points, are you?"

"Well that's real mature behavior." Rose huffed.

"What?" said Harry.

"Ignore him," said Cedric in a low voice to Harry, frowning after his father. "He's been angry ever since Rita Skeeter's article about the Triwizard Tournament – you know, when she made out you were the only Hogwarts champion."

"Didn't bother to correct her, though, did he?" said Amos Diggory, loud enough for Harry to hear as he started to walk out of the door with Mrs. Weasley and Bill. "Still . . . you'll show him, Ced. Beaten him once before, haven't you?"

"Ugh! I would really like to put that eat slugs jinks on that man right now." said James.

"Rita Skeeter goes out of her way to cause trouble, Amos!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily. "I would have thought you'd know that, working at the Ministry!"

Mr. Diggory looked as if he was going to say something angry, but his wife laid a hand on his arm, and he merely shrugged and turned away.

"I like his son better than him!" said Lily glaring at Mr. Diggory's turned back.

The little group took a stroll around the castle.

"How's Percy?" Harry asked as they walked around the greenhouses.

"Not good," said Bill.

"He's very upset," said Mrs. Weasley, lowering her voice and glancing around. "The Ministry wants to keep Mr. Crouch's disappearance quiet, but Percy's been hauled in for questioning about the instructions Mr. Crouch had been sending in. They seem to think there's a chance they weren't genuinely written by him. Percy's been under a lot of strain. They're not letting him fill in for Mr. Crouch as the fifth judge tonight. Cornelius Fudge is going to be doing it."

They walked back up to the castle.

"Mum – Bill!" said Ron, looking stunned, as he joined the Gryffindor table. "What're you doing here?"

"Come to watch Harry in the last task!" said Mrs. Weasley brightly. "I must say, it makes a lovely change, not having to cook. How was your exam?"

"She sounds like Mum when we go to your guys' house." Al said to Hugo and Rose. "'Oh how nice I don't have to cook tonight! I'll never know how my mother did it. . ."

"Oh . . . okay," said Ron. "Couldn't remember all the goblin rebels' names, so I invented a few. It's all right," he said, helping himself to a Cornish pasty, while Mrs. Weasley looked stern, "they're all called stuff like Bodrod the Bearded and Urg the Unclean; it wasn't hard."

"Ugh I wouldn't want to meet Urg the Unclean." said Rose wrinkling her nose. "Do you think the goblins at Gringotts have those types of names?"

"Hmmm I think we should ask them next time we're there!" said Hugo grinning. "What do you think they'd do if I went up to one of them and asked, 'Hey is your name Fukle the Filthy?'"

"Oh don't do it when I'm around. Those goblins kind of creepy me out." said Lily with a shudder.

The twins and Ginny had joined the group, and later Hermione also showed up.

"Are you going to tell us –?"

Hermione shook her head warningly and glanced at Mrs. Weasley.

"Hello, Hermione," said Mrs. Weasley, much more stiffly than usual.

"Hello," said Hermione, her smile faltering at the cold expression on Mrs. Weasley's face.

"What's wrong with Grandma?" asked Lily looking confused. "I don't think I've ever seen her give a mean look to anyone . . . well except maybe that time when we bumped into Scorpius and his grandfather."

Harry looked between them, then said, "Mrs. Weasley, you didn't believe that rubbish Rita Skeeter wrote in Witch Weekly, did you? Because Hermione's not my girlfriend."

"Ugh! Dad and Aunt Hermione together!" said James looking horrified. "That's a mental picture I'll never be able to get out of my head."

"Oh!" said Mrs. Weasley. "No – of course I didn't!"

Harry, Bill, and Mrs. Weasley then went for a walk around the castle. When they returned to the Great Hall for the evening feast, Ludo Bagman and Cornelius Fudge were seated at the staff table. There were a lot of courses but Harry didn't eat much. As dusk fell upon the castle, Dumbledore rose to his feet at the staff table, and silence fell.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes' time, I will be asking you to make you way down to the Quidditch field for the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Will the champions please follow Mr. Bagman down to the stadium now."

Harry got up. The Gryffindors all along the table were applauding him; the Weasleys and Hermione all wished him good luck, and he headed off out of the Great Hall with Cedric, Fleur and Viktor.

"Well guys, I guess you could say this is when it really all begins," said Al solemnly as they all nodded.

"Feeling all right, Harry?" Bagman asked as they went down the stone steps onto the grounds. "Confident?"

"I'm okay," said Harry.

"He doesn't look as bad as he did before the first task, so that's a step in the right direction." said Rose.

They walked onto the Quidditch field, which was now completely unrecognizable. A twenty-foot-high hedge ran all the way around it. There was a gap right in front of them; the entrance to the vast maze. The passage beyond it looked dark and creepy.

A few minutes later the stands began to fill. Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick came walking into the stadium and approached Bagman and the champions. They wore large, red, luminous stars on their hats, all except Hagrid, who had his on the back of his moleskin vest.

"We are going to be patrolling the outside of the maze," said Professor McGonagall to the champions. "If you get into difficulty, and wish to be rescued, send red sparks into the air, and one of us will come and get you, do you understand?"

The champions nodded.

"Off you go, then!" said Bagman brightly to the four patrollers.

"Good luck, Harry," Hagrid whispered, and the four of them walked away in different directions, to station themselves around the maze. Bagman now pointed his wand at his throat, muttered, "Sonorus," and his magically magnified voice echoed into the stands.

"Oh man, its starting . . . I want to watch but I don't want to see Dad get hurt." said Lily nervously.

"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!"

"So . . . on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!" said Bagman. "Three – two – one –"

He gave a short blast on his whistle, and Harry and Cedric hurried forward into the maze.

I'm sorry for being so mean first not updating in like a month, then giving you guys a cliffhanger. I promise I'm updating as soon as I possibly can, but I'm a busy girl! Well please go and review!

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