Chapter 15 Of Murders and Mazes

He was graced in what many considered pureblood perfection: aristocratic features, thick and wavy brown hair that reached his shoulders, steely grey eyes that showed little emotion, physically strong and tall, and with a pure bloodline that could be traced back to the founding of Hogwarts. Yes, he was indeed the perfect pureblood specimen. The man stood vigilant as he reached his goal, his eyes scanning the graveyard for any signs of threat. Seeing none, he'd then located the grave of his master's father relatively quickly, and was now just making sure that all the preparations he had made on his behalf were up to his Master's exacting standards. Once he was satisfied that everything was as it should be, he walked beyond the wards he'd erected and apparated to the manor he shared with his Lord.

"Peter, how goes the preparation?" asked a small voice in the darkness.

"All is well, Master. Everything is prepared as you have indicated and all that is required is the capture of the boy. The task is only a week away. Soon, Master, you will once again be whole." he said with adoration in his voice as he knelt before his master.

"The others, my Death Eaters, did they give you any trouble?"

"No, My Lord; they are now aware that the time is soon upon us. They will be ready or I will know the reason why." he growled.

"Easy, Peter, I will visit my wrath upon those who have neglected my call. What of Barty? It's been weeks since we've heard anything from him."

"He's been captured, My Lord, and has been given the kiss. His father arrested as well, the man now occupies the cell that Barty Junior once did."

"Any idea how he was discovered?"

"All we could ascertain from our spies in Slytherin is that the new headmistress was the one who exposed him. And, My Lord..." he said with a bit of fear in his voice.

"Go ahead, Peter. You above all should not fear my wrath."

"If what we've been told is true, then Godric Gryffindor himself has returned."

"How could that be possible? Powerful and ancient magic..." Voldemort contemplated.

"Unknown at this time, My Lord; should I look into this further, he could hinder your plans for the future?"

"Leave it be for now, we'll discover the reason for his return eventually, I imagine. Has Severus been of any help to you, it is he who we should seek out? He'd be able to provide us with the information we need."

"I have been unable to contact him, My Lord. Do you think that perhaps he has betrayed us?"

"It is possible I suppose, but I don't see that as likely. He joined us willingly, and served faithfully. I shall question him about this once I am whole."

"As you wish, My Lord." said Peter with an evil grin.

"You are my right hand, Peter, faithful and loyal above all. Now, if you would please fetch Nagini for me, I find myself in need of sustenance."

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Sirius sat in his office, musing about today's class. It pleased him to no end to find out that he had a knack for teaching. Sure dance was not something he'd thought he'd ever be teaching, but there it was, he was enjoying himself immensely. He would have to have a discussion with Augusta and Godric at some point, even if just to see if there was something else he could be teaching.

With the DADA classes already in limbo, thanks to the discovery of the fake Moody, it had been through the combined efforts of all the professors that the class had not been given a wash for the year. Each of them had taken a year group to help with the course. It was here that Sirius had found his calling. He had once hoped to become an Auror, something that was cut short by his incarceration, but found that teaching students how to protect themselves was a little more in his wheelhouse than dance and etiquette. And there was something immensely rewarding about teaching the students and seeing the pride on their faces when they were successful in their lessons.

"You ready, Uncle Paddy?" asked Neville as he strode to the front of the class.

Sirius looked up with a smile on his face at having been referred to as uncle by the young man before him. Neville had changed so much since that Selection night, changes that Sirius thought Frank and Alice would be extremely proud of and all despite the manipulations of the bastard Dumbledore.

"Sure thing, Nev; everything set up with the Slytherins?"

"They should be down in Uncle Sev's office in the next few minutes. Now Sirius, Professor Snape has consented to the use of his office but warns that everything should be exactly as it was when he returns. Oh, and he said that if you leave behind a prank that you will, and I quote, 'rue the day!'"

Sirius chuckled and nodded his head. "Very well, young squire Longbottom, let us be on our way!"

Neville would never get used to being able jump around the castle this way. Being able to get from Pendragon to the great hall in seconds was really cool in his estimation. Walking the seemingly interminable halls of Hogwarts to get from Gryffindor tower to, well, anywhere in school was a trek in and of itself. He almost burst into laughter at Sirius, seeing the look of mischief in the man's eye as he surveyed the office of his brother Marauder.

"I thought it would be much darker, you know, more 'vampire décor' than 'barrister's office'!" said Sirius with a wave of his hand. Severus' office was well decorated; pictures of his reacquired family decorated the walls, books and scrolls were neatly placed in the large bookcase behind the huge desk, comfortable looking furniture; it was, all in all, a very comfortable looking place.

The knocking on the office door alerted them to the arrival of their guests. With a nod of his head, Sirius indicated to Neville to greet the incoming students.

"Lord Black, thank you for agreeing to meet with us." said Millie as she quickly entered.

"Miss Bulstrode, who may I ask are these people doing accompanying you?" he asked warily.

Millie turned to the assembled students, most looked apprehensive or even scared. "My Lord, might I introduce Theodore Nott as well as Flora and Hestia Carrow? Our parents, Lord Black, have been approached by members of…well; you know what group we're talking about. Our parents, morons that they all are, seem convinced that there is only one way into the future. As such, they all have seen fit to accept proposals of Mr. Malfoy and his ilk."

"Millie, please, it was you that said this was time sensitive. Quit with the formality and get to the point."

"I'm sorry, professor. Habits of my upbringing I suppose." she sighed. "Malfoy and his cronies have convinced our parents that we should all do our utmost to hurt all of Pendragon. And by hurt I mean kill, rape, dismember, flay…you understand? Those of us you see here are NOT going to be doing anything of the sort. But those that have aligned themselves with the Dark Lord, fanatical in their commitment to him, are already plotting to do something to all of you to show their devotion. Pansy Parkinson, girlfriend of Draco Malfoy, let slip that her father and Malfoy planned on executing Hermione's parents along with the Greengrasses and the Weasleys. The students that are aligned with the dark are already plotting something here at school. Draco may be a moron, but some of the others are not. I beg you, Lord Black, do something before it is too late!"

"Calm down, Millie. Nev, do me a favor and grab Professor Snape, please?" Neville nodded curtly and popped away. "Everyone, just relax, everything is okay. Your ex-Slytherins housemates guessed at the reason for your visit and as a precaution we took what measures we could to ensure all three of those families were safe. I happen to know that the Granger's are safely ensconced at Harry's home and that the Greengrass' are down in Pendragon even as we speak.

Millie and the rest of the gathered Slytherins breathed a collective sigh of relief. Millie was especially relieved with the outcome as she had truly enjoyed her time spent at Alder Glen. She thought of Harry and Hermione as friends, something that she would not give up for anything. The others were relieved that nothing had happened to any of the Pendragon parents; the loss of any one of them would most certainly mean any hope of saving themselves or their loved ones would be put in jeopardy.

"How are things going in Slytherin House?" asked Sirius with curiosity.

"So much better now that Malfoy is gone!" said a boy who stepped up next to Millie. "Professor Black, I am Theo Nott. As you surely know, my father is a Death Eater. I was…instructed…to harm Pendragon by any means necessary."

"And you would go against your father's wishes?"

"Lord Black," said Hestia Carrow, "it is known to many of us how you stood up to your family when you could no longer tolerate the bigotry and hate. You were lucky in that your friendship with Lord Potter's father allowed you a way out. We have no friends like that; certainly not ones who we'd even think of going to help for."

"Things have changed drastically since the three idiots were tossed out of school. Our house has become more open minded, tolerant even, not much mind you, but enough for some of us to notice the change. As for my parents, I feel I am as lost to them as they are to me. House Nott, while proudly pureblood, was not about the intolerance that our world now has. I've read some of our families' history in the Nott library, and I know that my ancestors would condemn the actions of my parents. My parents would surely call those same ancestors blood traitors. This is true for a majority of us in Slytherin. We can no longer tolerate the world in which we were brought up in." ranted Theo, to the delight of Sirius. "It's one thing to be cunning and ambitious, quite another to be malicious and violent."

"Well, Mr. Nott, it seems that you have indeed changed." Severus said softly as he popped in with Neville. "Why would you not bring up your suspicions to me?"

"Professor, despite the changes in your personality, you are still a marked Death Eater." stated Theo simply. "We wouldn't, we couldn't, risk exposure; you of all people should realize what going against those people could mean. And while I care not what happens to my parents, I do care what happens to Pauline, my sister. Sir, she's only ten, eleven next month."

Severus nodded his head in understanding. "Something that we are trying to correct; in the future, I would very much like you all to trust me a bit more. I can help; truly, as I know what many of you are going through after all."

"You must all now be extra careful," added Severus. "If the 'group' about which we are talking about finds out about your duplicity, there will be consequences to pay. Namely, your families and you will all be put at great risk."

"But we can't see a way out this, sir. Either we stand for the Dark and forsake our souls, or we declare for the Light and risk the lives of the people we love." said Flora with tears in her eyes.

"There is a third option, Miss Carrow, if you would forgive my interference." said Godric as he slowly made his way out of the shadows and addressed the young witch.

Sirius was worried for the man who had come to consider a dear friend. The telltale signs of sleeplessness were there for all to see on his face, as was the look of sadness. But Sirius was happy nonetheless at seeing his friend return to them.

All of the members of House Slytherin present looked in awe at the man before them and bowed deeply to him. "Lord Gryffindor?" asked Millie of the sad looking man.

"In times long ago it was not unheard of for Hogwarts to become a sanctuary for those that needed it. Those of your family that you all wish to protect can be invited into the castle as asylum seekers." he said calmly. "Know this however, any who enter the castle seeking asylum will be bound by the rules of the castle. No associating with Death Eaters in any way, shape, or form. They will be allowed here by the grace and generosity of Hogwarts. Any who break her trust will be summarily evicted from the castle."

There was a murmur of understanding amongst the gathered Slytherin. "Lord Gryffindor, we all thank you for the offer. We would be placing the lives and well-being of our families into the care of Hogwarts. I can't imagine any situation would arise where anyone would betray that, but we are all Slytherin too, so understand the need for the warning." said Millie for the group.

"Very well, Miss Bulstrode; as for you all, start arranging for the transportation of your families to the castle. Have them bring only the bare necessities, as all else will be provided. Classes will be arranged for those siblings that are younger than First Year age. Any adults will be required to assist here at the school; something that I believe is a small price to pay. Any questions?"

"Alright everyone, let's all head back to your rooms. Classes are done for the day, and I am sure many of you are looking forward to contacting your families." said Sirius, as he watched the assembled students slowly start to leave the office.

"Neville, head back to Pendragon please and update everyone about what was discussed here. The three of us will be along shortly." said Godric to the tall lad. With a nod, Neville popped away.

"Can we do that, Godric? We could be talking about a lot of people." asked Severus.

"We can do it, Severus, also it is something that we must do. The castle has more than enough space to accommodate any who wish to come here. The Ministry might allow people to be defenseless, I will not. Especially when there is something that I can do about it!" he replied angrily.

"You're right of course; forgive me if I sounded indifferent. As an aside, how are you Godric? All of us have missed you these past few days." Severus inquired with concern.

"I'm…alright, I guess. For the moment, I will accept the situation for what it is. I will do my best to see my daughter move on. Besides, I've had an old friend stop by and tell me to get over myself. I tend to agree with him, so that is what I will do." added Godric with a small smile.

"Old friend?" asked Sirius.

"Fawkes." stated Godric.

"Dumbledore's phoenix?"

"Not Albus' phoenix anymore. Fawkes has broken bond with him." Severus and Sirius were looking at him with questioning faces. "A very long time ago, Fawkes was bonded to me."

"That's amazing. If he's broken his bond with Dumbledore, does that mean he's re-bonded to you?"

"No, he won't go back to the past. The nature of the phoenix is such that it may only move forward. He still remembers his old bond mate though, and was eager to lend a helping hand and offer me some insight into my problem. I, for one, tend to listen to creatures of the Light when they have an opinion. So, Severus, how likely do you think it will be for those Slytherins of yours to accept Hogwarts offer?"

"Very, My Lord, although, most of them will have to employ some of that cunning and guile to see those whom they want to protect safely away from their tormentors and jailers." he replied. "Where will we house everyone, Godric?"

"The far side of the castle, opposite the lake; the barracks are still there and only in need of some cleaning and minor repair work. They will easily be able to house however many people take me up on the offer. Also, the separation from the main student body will allow us to monitor them in case we take in anyone with an eye toward spying or mayhem within the school."

"You know, Godric, some of those high and mighty purebloods aristocrats might find sleeping on a cot a bit below their station." grinned Sirius.

"Well that's just tough for them. I'm all for saving their lives, but I'll be damned if I…you know what? Let them complain all they want. It's either here, in the safety of the castle, or out there, where they'd be in danger. The decision is theirs."

"Will we be offering the same sanctuary to the families of the other Houses?"

"Yes, eventually I believe that we will. It is what Hogwarts wishes."

"One of these days, Godric, you're going to have to introduce us to the Lady."

"Not yet, soon though. Or she'll introduce herself to you. She's a bit capricious sometimes…" said Godric, to which the castle responded by slamming the door to Severus' office. "…or not. Shall we head back to Pendragon? I find the need to be with the children tonight, not to mention eating a Harry dinner."

Sirius laughed, "I'm sure Harry has something planned for tonight. He's been cooking every night this week hoping you'd come back to us. I'm sure he won't disappoint."

"Severus?" asked Godric. "Remind me to get you a ring later, won't you? I meant to do that last few weeks, but with everything…"

"It's alright, Godric, we all certainly understand." said Severus grabbing a hold of Godric and popping away.

Sirius had a look of pure mischief on his face. He very deliberately left a 'present' for his brother before he too popped away.

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Hermione crushed Godric in a fierce hug the moment she'd caught sight of him. "Godric, we've missed you so much."

"I'm sorry, Hermione. It was not my intention to worry any of you." he said as he embraced her.

"You've nothing to apologize for. We were just very worried for you."

Godric was glad to be back amongst his children once again, it gave him a much needed balm for his soul. His Dragon's gathered, each hugging the man, each hug increasing the size of his smile. "I'm sorry for leaving you all like that. Seeing Helena after all this time…"

"Again, Godric, there is no need to apologize." said Daphne as she held tightly to the Founder. "We all can't even begin to imagine the heartbreak that that must have caused."

Godric hugged her and noticed her parents standing to the side. "Deirdre, Adrian; what are you both doing here?"

"It's been a heck of a week, Godric." said Adrian seriously.

"Tell me."

"Millicent Bulstrode asked for a meeting between yourself or Lord Black. She mentioned that it had something to do with Lucius Malfoy. My brilliant daughter there," he said indicating the blonde currently holding on to Godric, "and her equally brilliant friends deduced that we, along with the Grangers and Weasleys, were probably in danger of an attack at our homes. Tonks and Remus were able to get a hold of everyone before anything too serious happened. The Grangers are at the Glen at the moment and the Weasleys, having been warned, have brought in their son Bill to reconfigure the ward scheme around their home. He's a curse breaker working at Gringotts and immensely talented. Luckily, they weren't attacked."

"And everyone is okay, no injuries?" asked Godric seriously.

"We're all fine, Godric. Really; Tonks and Remus got to everyone in the nick of time. I was able to get Deirdre out of the house and bring her to the Ministry just as our home was attacked and now we're here."

"Dobby!" called out Godric. "Would you mind getting Hogwarts to help you expand Daphne's room to be able to accommodate her parents? We should also set up a suite for the Grangers too, just in case."

"Of course, Lord Godric; Dobby do that now!"

"I love that little guy." sighed Godric once the elf had popped away. "Where is everyone?"

"Still coming back from classes, I imagine." said Hermione. "Harry and Luna are in the kitchen whipping us up dinner. Luna was convinced you'd be back tonight so she made sure that Harry made something special for dinner. All the Weasleys got permission from the Headmistress to head home. Tracy and Blaise should be back soon."

"Good, I'm happy about that. I'm going to say hi to Harry and Luna. Whatever they're cooking up sure smells spectacular and I certainly haven't smelled anything that wonderful in a while."

Luna was the first to notice the approaching Founder. "Godric!" she squealed as she ran to him and embraced him tightly.

"Hello, Luna, cooking again I see?"

"I knew you'd be back today, Lady Hogwarts said so."

"Godric!" yelled Harry as he ran out of the kitchen and embraced the man.

"Good to see you again, Lord Potter." he answered, returning the hug warmly.

"I suppose you just came back because you're hungry?" smirked Harry.

"Well, it's not the only reason I came back. But, yes, I'm really hungry."

"Good. Dinner should be up in an hour or so. We're just waiting on everyone to pop back in to get started." replied Harry as he grabbed Luna by the hand and dragged her back to the kitchen.

Godric was happy and content; all the sadness he'd felt for most of the week would be washed away in the presence of his Dragon's.

"My Lord." yelled Sir Nicholas as he glided into the common room.

"Nicholas? What troubles you?" asked Godric.

"My Lord, an attack, a heinous attack; you must come at once!"

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"Mr. Weasley!"

"Ron! Ronald Weasley! Would you hang on a minute, we just want to talk to you for a minute."

"Mom? Professor Dumbledore? What are you two doing here?"

"We've come to see you; we've been worried about you ever since you left for school after Christmas. We haven't heard from you once! Even Fred and George managed to write us a couple of times. We just wanted to make sure you were okay?"

"Why, all of you have rejected me. Fred and George made it clear that I was unworthy of the Weasley name, and I sure didn't see anyone sticking up for me. Even Ginny looks at me with hate. Percy? Charlie? Bill? All of you look at me with hate. I won't go back there."

"Be that as it may, Mr. Weasley, it is time for you to come out of the isolation. It will not further any of our plans if our main weapon hides himself away like a frightened child." Albus admonished.

"You still want to go on with the plans? Are you stupid?" asked Ron of the Headmaster.

"Ron! You will speak to the Headmaster with respect or so help me..."

"What? You gonna banish me from home? Kick me out of the family? Please, I'd rather be here at Hogwarts than back at the Burrow. At least here there are people that don't look at me like my so called family does!"

"Don't worry about that right now, Ronald, everything will be taken care of. The Headmaster is most confident that he'll be able to get everything back on track; our plans for Potter must go on."

"Our plans? You mean his plans! I'm done with all of this. Harry Potter and his mudblood bitch scare the shit out of me. And how am I to get close to him anyways? He knows I hurt Hermione, that's something that he will never forget or forgive."

"Oh, no, that is not what we're intending at all. Plans change, as must ours, since you are no longer able to influence Harry. The mudblood must be taken out of the equation. Seeing her gone is the only way we'll be able to get near him again." explained Albus.

"Well, good luck with that, Headmaster. I can't see any chance in hell that you'd get near enough to her to do any harm whatsoever. And if you did get near enough, all of Pendragon, Sirius, and Godric Gryffindor himself will be on you in seconds."

"Molly?" asked Dumbledore.

"Do it, he's of no use to us in this position. But he's also the only one that would be able to get near the mudblood without suspicion falling on either of us. It's for the good of the Weasley family and the Wizarding world; sacrifices must be made. If only that damn poison had worked, this wouldn't be necessary. Do it."

"Very well, Molly. Imperio!"

Ron felt...nothing. He felt disembodied, removed from himself somehow, as if he were standing next to his own body looking at it from the outside.

"Hand him the dagger please, Molly. And please be careful, it is rather sharp. One only needs to draw blood; a simple knick is all it would take. Ronald, you will at your earliest convenience, plunge this dagger into Miss Granger. Once it is done, you will allow yourself to be taken prisoner."

"Are you sure, Albus? Wouldn't it be better to eliminate any possible threat?"

"Quite right, Molly; Ronald, you will stab Miss Granger and then stab yourself with the dagger. Do you understand?"

Ronald nodded in agreement, and took the dagger from his mother. 'Bloody hell, they want me to commit suicide!' Drawing on reserves of energy he never knew he had, Ron Weasley fought forcefully against the effects of the Imperius.

"That should do it I should think. Say your goodbyes to your son, Molly. It was an honor working with you Mr. Weasley, you showed great promise. We shall honor your memory and treasure your sacrifice. Godspeed, son."

'Twinkly eyed fucker!' screamed Ron, struggling with all his might to break free from the curse. He struggled mightily against it but was still unable to escape the mystical bonds.

"I love you Ron, remember that. I'll always love you, and we'll all miss you dearly, we'll meet again on the other side." said Molly with tears in her eye as she hugged Ron to her bosom. "You're sacrifice will not be in vain, Ron, your family will benefit greatly from the task before you. Just do your best for your mother, alright?"

That was the line too far, sacrificing himself for anything was never part of his life plan. To do so for the benefit of others was not something that he would ever do willingly. His grip tightening on the dagger, Ron realized what he'd have to do to escape. With force of will alone, which amazed even him, Ronald Weasley plunged the dagger into his mother's chest.

He'd never forget the look of surprise on her face. And with that he was finally free. With neither regret nor remorse, he pushed his mother aside and began stalking Dumbledore.

"Stupid child, what have you done? You've killed your own mother!" Albus yelled in rage.

"Payback is a right bitch, isn't she? You're next, Headmaster!" said the angered voice of the redhead as he approached the elderly wizard.

It was coming out of his shock that found Albus in imminent danger, the stupid boy actually thought to kill him! He was Albus Dumbledore! He raised his wand and with a flick of his wrist, banished the blood soaked dagger. What happened next was something he'd never anticipated, someone actually laying hands in his person! Ron, anger still obvious in his features, let loose a blow of epic proportions on the face of the headmaster. Blood flowed freely from his mouth and nose and the pain was severe. He hastily raised his wand, "Obliviate!"

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Fred, George, and Ginny were holding each other tightly. Never in a million years, would they have figured their own brother would murder their mother. The tears flowed freely and the trio of redheads was doing their best to support one another.

Percy was comforting his father while trying to keep himself from being overcome by the grief. Arthur looked like a broken man, the tears having already dried themselves out. All that remained was the wracking pain left behind by the loss of his wife and his son's betrayal.

"Where is he?" croaked Arthur.

"Mr. Weasley...Arthur, all avenues of investigation are currently being taken to find your son." said Dumbledore as he tried to be the consoling grandfather.

"Why?" stammered the Weasley patriarch.

"Who can know what happens in an ailing mind? Who can understand how being subjected to rejection by family could provoke such hate?"

"Mr. Dumbledore that is enough; step away from Mr. Weasley! You are doing more harm than good." roared Godric.

"I'm merely trying to help..."

"By accusing them of causing this? How dare you?"

"Of course, my Lord, I will take my leave then. Arthur, call on me for anything. I will always be there for your family." said Albus with a theatrical sigh.

Fred had had enough of the Headmaster by that point. Without proof, there was nothing to be done, but Fred knew that Dumbledore was in up to his neck in this monstrous act. He gave Ginny a kiss on the forehead and looked to George, who nodded in understanding.

"I believe, Headmaster," Fred spat acidly, "that you've done enough for our family. You will not speak to any Weasley ever again, do you understand? And if we ever find out that you had anything to do with what has happened to our mother, nothing you do will ever be able to protect you from our reprisal. "We all believed in you once, Dumbledore, but no longer." Albus could only stand there perplexed by the words of Fred. He'd been nothing but giving and generous with the family. Yes, he did manipulate them, but never with any ill will toward them, mostly.

"Very well, Mr. Weasley; once again, my condolences on the passing of your mother. I must get back with Headmistress Longbottom and see if we can locate your young sibling." he gave a slight bow and left.

An angered Fred spun toward Godric. "Why? Why is he still here? He should be gone!"

"And he will be, of that you have my word. And if I have anything to say about it, the man will be getting thrown through the Veil." said Godric vehemently.

"Where's Harry?" asked Ginny. "He should be here."

"He went back to his room to get the Map. He's looking for Ron."

"Without us?" she asked hotly.

"Ginny," said Arthur, "as much as I love Ronald, if any of us were to see him right now, we'd kill him without any thought to consequences. Harry will bring him in and hand him over to Madam Bones. It's better that way."

At the moment those words were uttered, the raven haired Pendragon was making his way down a darkened hallway to a long abandoned section of Hogwarts. He strode resolutely towards his target, intent on bringing in Ron.

'You must calm down, sweetheart.' said Hermione over their bond.

'I'm trying, but it's not going so well. How are the Weasleys?" he asked.

"Not good, but they'll get through this with our support. Hurting Ron will do nothing to help them.'

'I know, but he killed Molly...'

'He did, but you're neither the judge, jury, nor the executioner.'

'You're right, as usual. I'm almost there. The map says he's hiding in one of the abandoned classrooms up ahead.'

'He's not going to be in a good state, Harry. Be careful, his emotions might cause him to lash out and harm you.'

'Don't worry, I'll be careful. Let Sirius and Godric know that I should have Ron back in a bit.'

"Ron." called out Harry.

"Go away, Potter."

"Come out Ron. I'm here to take you back. You need to face up to your actions and accept the responsibility."

"Or what? You going to kill me? I'm okay with that. Come on then, come in and get this over with."

"I'm not going to kill you Ron, but you do need to come back with me." Harry opened the door to the classroom slowly and let the door swing open. "Look, see, I don't even have my wand drawn."

"So, the great Harry Potter has come to capture little ole me. How very noble of you, my Lord." he said sarcastically.

"I'm not noble Ron. And despite all I the things I have to be angry with you about, I still don't wish you harm."

"You know, when Dumbledore came to visit me before first year and told me you'd be going to Hogwarts, I'd sit up at night dreaming how cool it would be to be your friend. To be attached to the legend of the boy-who-lived." he chuckled emotionlessly. "Little did I know what a crap filled dream that was. You never even gave me a chance."

"I don't think we ever could have been friends, you hurt Hermione. But I get along with the rest of your family, Ron. Why can I think of them as family and not you? It's all down to the type of person you are. You made choices, Ron, choices always have consequences."

Ron seemed to not be paying attention anymore. His eyes took on a glassy look as he stared distractedly at an empty wall. He finally seemed to come out of his trance. "I don't know if I've ever felt welcome in my own home. Everyone else likes to go on and on about how awesome it was to live at the Burrow. I never felt that. Always on the outside looking in; it wasn't a pleasant way to grow up."

"Oh, and getting the shit kicked out of me for years on end was a blessing?"

"Get over yourself, you came out alright. You're famous. You've more gold than the Malfoy's. Godric Gryffindor is your buddy. You've legions of women throwing themselves at your feet. By the way, how can you settle for a filthy mudblood? And why settle for just one? As for me, I've got nothing. No family. No money. Nothing."

"Mind your tongue, Weasley! You will not speak of Hermione in that fashion! I told them I'd bring you in alive, I made no promises I'd deliver you uninjured. Now, as far as your whining goes, you've more than you know. You have family, Ron."

"I did, maybe, once long ago. But I was the youngest son, less than all of them..."

"And whose fault is that? Bill and Charlie worked their asses off to get to where they're at. Fred and George are killing themselves trying to earn their potions mastery and will more than likely achieve that in record time. Percy is head boy, with prospects for ministry work when he graduates. And Ginny is quickly becoming the leading academic student in her year along with being one of the more powerful witches in school. Your siblings seem to be doing just fine. But you? Do you think that lazing about playing chess all day is a way to get ahead? Lazy and stupid is no way to go through life."

"Whatever, Potter, you don't understand."

"No, I guess I don't. So, you going to tell me what happened? What could Molly have possibly have done to you to deserve what she got?"

"I don't know. I know I killed her, but that's it." Ron fumbled in his back pocket, which put Harry on edge. "I'm guessing this is what I used on Mom?"

Harry was astounded at the lack of remorse coming from the redhead. "Put that away, Ron."

"What, this? It's just a knife, Harry."

"I can take it from you, you know? Why not just set it down?"

"I tried to separate you and that bitch. Mom's plan didn't work though. I told her it wouldn't. But she never listened to me." Ron's rambling was beginning to confuse Harry. His words and expressions made him seem almost drunk.

"What are you talking about?"

"What?" he asked in an unfocused manner. "Oh, that, nothing really. Mom was trying to get you away from Granger so that she could force Ginny on you. I think Ginny would have liked being with you. Plus, you know, lots of gold to be had from the Potter vaults."

"The Yule Ball? That was you and your mother?"

"Who else? C'mon Potter, I thought you were smarter than that. Lucky bitch, she's supposed to be dead, you know? Then Mom would have given you both some love potions and you'd be together.

"Unbelievable. Both of you are close to destroying your family and over what? Greed? Jealousy?" Harry thought for a moment before adding the next. "It wouldn't have worked Ron, we're married, Hermione and I. If Hermione had died, do you honestly think that I would have wanted to be with someone else? I love her with all that I am."

"Bullshit!"

"If that's what you want to think, that's fine by me."

"Well, that's disappointing. Kept it to yourselves then, have you?" asked Ron.

"Ginny knows we're married, Ron. So do the twins. Actually, all of Pendragon knows we're married."

"Merlin balls, could my life be any shittier?" Ron whispered. "Well, at least I had fun beating the crap out of the stupid beaver in first year. Dumbledore walking her to the bathroom as troll bait was pretty entertaining too. He actually paid me a bonus for that."

Harry just couldn't take it anymore. The revelations from Ron, while not unexpected, were still hard to take. Molly had never been anything but kind to Harry, it was hard to take in that she'd been behind the assassination attempt. That it was Dumbledore that had put his beloved in danger that first year made his blood boil.

"Let's go, Ron, it's time to get you back. Don't make this harder on your family than it already is." he sighed.

"No, I don't think so. I think I'm going to stay right here. I remember, or at least seem to remember, that you once told me that Hogwarts was your home. I didn't understand then, but I think I do now. Hogwarts was the only place I've ever felt wanted. So, I think I'll stick around here." Ron was playing with the dagger, his eyes following the gleaming blade.

''Mione, I think he's going to try something foolish. I've seen that look in his eyes before.'

'Suicide? You think he'd actually try to harm himself?' she asked.

'I've seen that look on myself before, Hermione, not something I'm proud of but there you go. It's at least something that he's considering.'

'Harry...you've never told me that before.'

'Hermione, can we do this later.'

'Baby, just get this over with, please? Stun him and bring him in. There's no need to put either of you into this situation, but we're definitely having a conversation tonight.'

'Yeah, kinda figured that; be right there, love'

"Alright, Ron, this has gone on long enough. There are people waiting on you, not the least of whom is you family."

"I'm not going, Harry. Not willingly at least. How 'bout you let me into the Chamber? Just close it behind me and be done with me. I fancy being the legendary, what was that line Harry, 'the skeleton will lie there forever' or something like that. Yeah, that's sounds good to me. I'll be the legendary skeleton that lay there forever. Maybe I'll get lucky and become a ghost and haunt your ass your whole life."

"Enough of this; sleep!" muttered Harry under his breath and a flick of his wand. Ron got a lock of anger that lasted just long enough for the spell to take effect. The redhead slumped backwards, his head bouncing with a crack on the hard stone floor. "I did say alive, not unharmed."

Harry casually walked up to Ron and checked on him. Aside from the welt he'd have on his head, Ron seemed perfectly healthy. 'Stunned him; ask Godric where he wants me to take him, please?'

'Infirmary, there are Aurors waiting for him there. Did you have to let him hit his head like that?'

'Better that than some of the more painful things I was thinking of doing to him. He should be thankful he came out of this with only a bump on the head.' Harry paused in his rant, thinking of how he'd bring up the next bit of information.

'What is it? I know you're keeping something from me.' she said.

'Honey...'

'No, Harry, you tell me now. We do not have secrets from each other.'

'Okay, okay, you win. Ron mentioned the Yule Ball during his rant. He said Molly was the one that poisoned the meal. 'Mione, she was trying to murder you.'

'I know.'

'Excuse me? How could you pos...wait, Uncle Sev, right? '

'Well, he knew that somebody attempted it, but didn't know who. He was in the process of eliminating some suspects, although I guess now he won't have to keep doing that.'

'And whose brilliant idea was it to keep this from me? How could you keep this from me, 'Mione?'

'We, all of us, kept this from you Harry. We all thought that if you knew I'd been the intended target that you'd explode and go charging after anyone you thought might have it in for us. Uncle Moony may have mentioned you'd be leveling London if you found out, but I think he was just joking.'

'Not funny.'

'Sorry. I just don't like you mad at me, especially when all I was doing was trying to protect you.'

'Tell me that you at least ran this past the Lady Dragons?'

'They were all there with me. Luna was the one that calmed me down enough to not broadcast it to you. Gin, Daph, and Trace all got me to see that keeping it from you would be a good thing in the long run.'

'You want to have everyone meet us in the infirmary; I'm popping out right now.'

'We're on our way.'

OoOOooOOoo

"Godric, is it at all possible to get some of that memory potion from you to use on Ronald Weasley?"

"Certainly, Amelia, I will have Dobby pop over a vial for you. Just one will do, as you recall."

"I certainly do, not something that I'll easily forget. He's already in a ministerial cell under heavy sedation. Mind-healers from St. Mungo's have been called in to determine his mental health status. Once they've cleared him medically I'll administer the potion."

Godric sighed deeply. "I hate that one so young has had to go through something like this."

"Godric, if anything the boy has said is true, the acts he carried out were based on decision that he himself made. Being a brainless greedy bastard is no excuse." she told him. "Is Harry ready for the third task?"

"Yes, very much so I believe. He and my children want this tournament and this school term to end already. Your fiancée, his brothers, and I, have all planned a summer of training and fun for them. This year has gone by so quickly..." he said with a sigh.

"It has. The Weasleys are okay?"

"Yes, they'll be fine in time; Dobby set Arthur up with quarters in Ginny's room. You'll see to it that he is given enough time off from the ministry to deal with his grief?"

"Don't concern yourself with that, it's been taken care of. Besides, as scared of you as Fudge is, he'll grant anything you require without thought." teased Amelia.

The Director of the MLE took in a deep breath and looked toward her friend. "Godric, it's gone on long enough. Albus Dumbledore must be brought in to face justice."

"I don't disagree with you, Amelia, but I thought there was an issue because of his oversight with the tournament."

"Dammit! I keep forgetting that we still need him in the castle. Do you think the magic passes from him once the task starts or when the task is complete?"

"I'd rather be safe than be sorry, Amelia. Let the tournament finish, let the task play out. Hermione is trying to convince her husband to just enter the maze and then sit once he's fulfilled the requirements of participation. I see that as a splendid option, however..."

"You're worried that Dumbledore might rule against Harry for non-participation or something equally petty?" she asked.

"Yes, exactly what I fear. The Marauders and I will be standing by to offer any assistance to the Champions that we can. My Dragons have become very friendly and fond of the other champions. They wouldn't wish any harm on them either. We'll be prepared, as we must be."

OoOOooOOoo

"Dragons to me!" called Godric from the common room. It was early in the morning on the day of the last task. "Master Ripsaw, I thank you for coming. We're not keeping you from your duties, are we?"

"No, Lord Gryffindor, Lord Ragnok himself ordered me to bring these items to you. Is our young Lord prepared for the task ahead?"

"As much as he can be; still, I will worry about him." said Godric.

"You've grown fond of the lad?" asked the goblin.

"Indeed I have, he's a remarkable young man. You'll see for yourself this summer, Ripsaw. Oh, look, it's my sleeping Dragons." remarked Godric.

It was indeed a sleepy eyed bunch of teens that made their way to the common room, all still dressed in their pajamas and wiping the sleep from their eyes. The only ones even remotely awake were Harry and his bride. She looked worried and he looked impassive with only his eyes showing any emotion at all.

"Sorry for the early wake up, but I think you'll all be more than pleased at why I felt the need to do this." said Godric.

"I better be pleased or I'll get Uncle Sirius to help me prank you." muttered Daphne groggily.

"Merlin's hairy balls, Godric, it's seven in the morning, on a Saturday!" whined Blaise. "And nobody touch my head."

"No, for once, we all agree with your sentiments Blaise." Neville said as he placed an arm around Luna.

Godric and Ripsaw both chuckled. "Well, if you all want to go back to bed, I guess I'll allow it. However, if none of you want the basilisk armor that Ripsaw here has delivered to us I completely understand."

Godric laughed aloud at the change in attitude of his assembled children as they'd gone from sleepy to fully awake in a matter of seconds, "Yes, our kind goblin benefactors have finished constructing the armor for all of you. Come, grab one and give them a try. They're charmed to fit once you put them on as they'll resize to your body. I know it is early, but I want you all showered and in armor. It will take some getting used to and the only way to become comfortable with them is by wearing them. So go on, get showered and change all you! Dobby will have breakfast ready for us in an hour."

"Harry?" asked a concerned Godric.

"He didn't get much sleep." said Hermione with a look of worry on her face. "He tossed and turned most of the night."

"Is this true, Harry?"

"I can feel it, Godric. Something is going to happen today. I can just feel it." replied Harry.

"I know I can't do much to reassure you, however, know that we are all standing with you today. Your brothers and sisters will all be there, your uncles and godfather will all be there, as will I. Amelia is calling out a force of Aurors and you know Tonks will be there for you."

"Godric." interrupted Severus. "You should know that my mark is particularly painful today. I believe he plans a move. I would be extremely wary today."

"Are you alright, Uncle Sev?" asked a concerned Hermione.

"Just a bit of pain, Hermione, nothing I can't ignore for the moment. I'll be fine." he answered with a kind smile to his niece.

"Moony and I are close, Uncle Sev, we'll find the answer before too long I'm sure of it." she told him sincerely.

"Well, the sooner I have this blasted tattoo off my arm the happier I will be. I hate being beholden to this thing."

"He's coming back today, isn't he?" Harry asked his uncle.

"I believe so, yes. I don't think there is much we'll be able to do about it except be on the alert. Unfortunately the maze offers countless opportunities, least of which would be for some Death Eater to just grab and kidnap you."

"Where are Remus and Sirius?" asked Hermione.

"Remus spent the night at Tonks', Sirius at Amelia's. They both wanted to travel with the Auror contingent. They're both dogs and ruled by their baser needs, plus, those ladies have their respective Marauder wrapped around their fingers and acceding to their wishes is something both of them will do gladly and willingly."

"Says the man who has spent more nights at the Glen than I have." snorted Harry. Severus had the presence of mind to not blush and merely quirked and eyebrow at his nephew.

"Oh, c'mon, Hermione and I can sense when someone enters the wards of our own home, Uncle. You may think you're being stealthy and sneaky but you're really not." said Harry. Hermione tried to hide her grin, unsuccessfully, behind a hastily raised hand.

"Are you spying on me, Potter?" sneered Snape.

"Yeah, that sneer thing just doesn't work on us anymore Uncle Sev." said Hermione.

"Dammit! Well, keep it to yourselves, please? Being happy is something new to me and I'd rather not jinx it in any manner. And if you tell Moony or Padfoot I will prank you out of existence, you get me?" he said with a glare.

"That's the look, that one right there. That look actually frightens me a little bit. And don't worry, Hermione and I won't mention anything to anyone." added Harry.

"Look, our first Dragons in armor are making their way out. Looking good, Mr. Longbottom." Godric said as Neville approached.

Neville thought this armor gave a whole new meaning to the word skintight. Nothing was left to the imagination. "Uhm, this is awkward and kind of embarrassing."

"Don't worry about it too much, Neville. These are designed to fit under your clothing, so go put your school uniform on. You'll be less self-conscious when you do. Remember, the armor offers protection against most spells, not to mention weapons." Godric told him.

"Wow, Neville, honey, you look hot!" said a ravishing Luna who'd joined the group. She didn't look at all embarrassed about her attire as she came up to Neville and placed a hand on his chest. "We may have to take that hot bath sooner rather than later, honey." she whispered to him.

"Looking forward to it, love." he whispered back. He'd never said anything like that before, never had the confidence, but the blonde beauty who'd stolen his heart had gradually instilled in him a sense of self-assurance that he'd lacked when it came to expressing himself. She hugged him and giggled into his chest. "Be right back, going to go put some clothes on. I may be a bit more daring, but this may be a step too far for me at the moment."

"Why don't you and Hermione go get ready, Harry? You're the one who'll need to be accustomed to the armor before the events of tonight."

"Will do, Godric; Master Ripsaw, on behalf of my brothers and sisters I want to thank you for this wonderful gift." he said with a bow.

"No thanks are necessary, Lord Potter; you did pay for them after all so it could hardly be considered a gift. I was just thankful to be able to bring these to you, especially today, as you will more than likely need the protection the armor affords." Ripsaw said with a bow to Harry.

OoOOooOOoo

Harry stood before the entrance to the maze awaiting the arrival of the other champions. The nerves he had had vanished and was replaced by a cold determination to complete the mission before him.

'Mione?' he called out.

'I'm here, love.' she replied.

'I'm scared.' he said simply.

'Harry, you're the bravest person I know. Being scared doesn't make you any less a hero to me.'

'Always know the right thing to say, don't you?' he teased.

'Couldn't call myself a good wife if I didn't, now could I?' she said. 'I'm guessing you're not just going to play the meek fourth year and just sit once you enter the maze?'

'Godric and Amelia both recommended I just go ahead and compete. I can handle a few monsters. I don't necessarily care if I win, but if I get to the Cup first, who knows? I'm more worried about a Death Eater attack.'

'I would be too, however, Amelia came mob handed today. There has got to be seventy or eighty Aurors here.'

'Have we thought of everything? I keep thinking that we've forgotten something obvious.'

'Everyone has given their opinions; even Fred and George tried to come up with the most implausible strategies. As far as we know, every angle has been taken care of. Harry, Fleur and the other champions are headed your way. It's almost time, love. Be careful and don't go all Gryffindor on me, alright?'

'I should be insulted! Gryffindor, puhleaze! As if I'd ever get away with doing something like that ever again with you and the Lady Dragons looking over my shoulder all the time?' He sensed her giggling over the bond.

'Hermione?'

'Yes, dear?'

'I love you, you know that, right?'

'I know Harry. I love you too, more than I can ever put into words. I'll be waiting for you, you hear, you come back to me Lord Potter.'

'As my Lady commands.' he said.

"Harry, you ready?" asked Cedric.

"Not really, Ced. But I suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

"Harry Potter nervous?" asked Fleur with a smile.

"Anyone would be nervous, Fleur. I've been playing professionally for over a year now, in front of thousands of people, but I still get nervous before every game. Still throw up on occasion too, especially before a big game." said Viktor.

"Throw up, really? The big bad Bulgarian throws up before his games? I don't know whether I am disgusted or amazed by that, Viktor." Fleur said.

"What can I say? I suppose it's kind of a pregame ritual now."

"I don't want to know. I really, really, don't want to know." Cedric said.

"Wait, is that what you were doing when you went into the forest just now?" asked Fleur.

"I will neither confirm nor deny that." Viktor said with a grin.

"Guys, after this there's only a few days of school left, I'd like to extend an invitation to you all to come and visit Hermione and I at Alder Glen. Come when you can. Stay as long as you'd like. Bring your families too."

Fleur squealed in delight and threw herself at Harry, embracing him tightly. "You mean that, Harry?"

"Of course, all of you; Cedric, I know you could just apparate over from your own home so feel free to do so whenever you feel like it, bring Cho along. Viktor, I know the season starts soon, but if you find yourself with nothing to do for a weekend, stop by. I'm sure we could convince Millie to joins us too, don't you think? Fleur, you know Hermione and I would love to have you there."

"You know I'll be there Harry, as will Gabrielle. I don't imagine anything would keep her from visiting her older brother during the holidays and I'm sure my parents wouldn't object much either if we holiday in Wales for a while."

"Well then it's settled. Just send us a note on the dates you plan to arrive so we can have Michael set rooms up for you."

"Champions are you all ready?" asked the approaching Ludo Bagman. "Mr. Diggory, you're entering first, just stay here until you hear the signal to start."

"You three, with me; once Diggory is in the maze it will be staggered entrances every few minutes based on your scores. Everyone understand? Good! Come along now, up to the champion's tent until you are called." he said directing the three up to the tent. "Alright there, Potter, need any help or advice?"

"No, I think I'm good, Mr. Bagman. I'll make the school proud." Harry promised.

"Good, good...but if you could see yourself winning, I'd go for it." Bagman grinned with a look of avarice on his face that made Harry want to scrub himself and wash off the grime that seemed to emanate from the man.

"Uh, yeah, sure, okay sir." Harry replied with more than a little revulsion.

"Take your place, Harry." called out Bagman as he left the entrance of the tent and made his way to the judges table.

Harry felt his nerves trying to once again overcome him, but with a steadying breath he quashed and set them aside. He glanced over to the table that held the judges and it was all he could do to keep himself from lashing out at the manipulative bastard that was Albus Dumbledore. In a small corner of his mind he wondered if, given the words of the prophecy, might not this man qualify as the Dark Lord? He had been marked by him, after all. Perhaps not by his own hand, but the damage inflicted upon him by the Dursleys could be considered a mark; many marks he amended. His manipulations had gotten the last Potter into more life threatening situations than was possible for someone his age and most of those had left him with even more scars, more reasons that he could be considered marked by the aged wizard. A witch or wizard could live two hundred years and not face the dangers that he had already in his young life. And he'd have to face more. Protecting those he cared about, his ever growing family, came first in his mind. He'd face a hundred Voldemort's if it meant he could live the life he wanted alongside his wife and family.

He was a bit puzzled by the look on the old man's face. Satisfied, or maybe pleased? Dumbledore cast his gaze upon Harry and for a second he saw a scorn and disdain on the man's face before the mask of the twinkly-eyed grandfather returned. An icy feeling of premonition ran up Harry's back and he knew for certain now that something was planned for the maze. He'd have to be extremely cautious as he did promise Hermione he'd return to her.

Hermione, the love of his life, his raison d'être; without her by his side he'd be next to nothing, a shell of a person with no reason for being. She'd given him her love freely. She'd given him a shoulder to cry and lean on and she amazed him every day with her kindness, her intellect, and most of all her ability to love him above all else. He'd led a horrible life by anyone's estimation and that life had led him to become introverted and afraid to let himself feel anything other than fear and trepidation. But it was with her kind words, her hugs, and her unyielding loyalty and support of him that had finally been able to knock some of the bricks off the wall that he'd put up over his heart. He knew he had a long way to go before he could be considered 'normal', but then remembered that he was anything but normal. He and she would never be normal. She had her own demons to fight, after all, but he knew that together they would overcome all of the wounds from their childhoods.

"Welcome one and all to the final task of the Tri-Wizard tournament!" bellowed Ludo Bagman in his magically enhanced baritone voice. "The judges are ready, the Champions are ready, and only the task itself remains. Mr. Diggory shall be the first to enter the maze followed by Krum, Delacour, and finally Potter. Cedric, are you ready? Very well then, in three, two, one, and go!"

With a grim look of determination, Cedric vanished into the maze. Viktor made his way toward the maze entrance and drew his wand. Two minutes later, Viktor took off at a run and entered the maze.

"You'll be careful, Fleur?" Harry asked her.

"Of course I will. Will you? I don't want to be the one that has to explain to Hermione how her husband got injured." she replied.

"Go, I'll be fine. Watch your back, Fleur. Something feels...wrong." Harry told her.

"Will do, mon frère." she kissed his cheek and left the tent.

And finally the time had come. The task, the final task, was before him. Over the clamor of the crowd he could hear the roar of the occasional monster coming from beyond the hedges. He could also hear the chant of 'Dragon, Dragon!' being repeated over and over by his brothers and sisters coming from the stands. He bowed to the judges table and looked for Hermione. She had unshed tears in her eyes, Luna and Tracy had their arms around her in support. He placed gloved fingers to his lips and kissed them and extended his hand to his love. A small smile appeared on her face. '

'Love you with all that I am, Harry.'

'Be right back, love.' Harry told her as he turned and walked into the maze.

OoOOooOOoo

Wand in hand, Harry made his way cautiously forward. The hedges became almost oppressive; feelings of claustrophobia came unbidden to him. Placing his wand flat on his palm, he cast a spell Remus had taught him just a few hours ago, 'guide me to the Cup' he whispered. The wand spun in his hand rapidly before stopping, the point of the wand guiding him to the left of the first fork before him.

'I suppose we head that way, then.' he thought.

He was in no hurry, so Harry took his time walking along the path. Everyone in Pendragon had urged caution, and he had no problem following that particular recommendation. The rustling ahead of him slowed him down even more as he inched his way forward.

He was a bit surprised to see a Dementor hovering before him, "Yeah, sorry, but you're really not that scary anymore!" he yelled out to the creature. A grin seemed to appear on the skeletal face of the monster before him. The Dementor slowly began to change form until he was looking at the broken body of Hermione lying bloody on the ground before him. It was anger, rather than fear that overtook him. No one hurt Hermione, not even in an illusion. "Exilium!" he yelled at the apparition. He was a little stunned when the form simply vaporized into a fine ash. 'Damn, guess I overpowered that one a bit'

'All going okay?' he heard Hermione ask.

'Yup, boggart I think.' he replied.

'Oh, and what may I ask did it show you?'

'Ask me again after, okay?' he could feel her acceptance of his request and began moving forward again.

The guiding spell indicated he should go right, and so he peeked around the corner of the hedge and seeing nothing overtly dangerous stepped forward. The sound of spells being cast up ahead drove him forward at speed, hoping that he'd arrive in time to help whoever was in trouble. As he rounded a corner, the sight of one of Hagrid's blast ended skrewts filled him with dread. Cedric kept casting at the thing to no effect as each spell seemed to bounce off the carapace of the magical bug.

"Need some help?" asked Harry as he tried to catch his breath.

"Do you mind? Nothing I'm throwing at it seems to have any effect!" Cedric said.

"Let's flip that thing over. They're kind of like turtles; it won't be able to right itself if we flip it. After that all we have to do is avoid the fiery farts."

"Fiery farts?" asked an incredulous 'Puff.

"Well, what else would you call them?" said Harry as he raised his wand.

With quick wand work, the two had successfully upended the creature, which lay writhing in frustration trying to flip itself over. "I don't want to kill it. It'd upset Hagrid if we did."

"Understood. Shall we continue on together?" asked Cedric.

"I don't mind if you don't." Harry said sincerely.

The Hogwarts contingent carried on, moving carefully around the skrewt so as to not be blasted or burned by flatulence.

"Are you sure you don't mind doing this together?" asked Cedric.

"Nope, note even a little bit. We see the cup and it's all yours. I just want to get back to Hermione and my family, tournament be damned. Don't really need eternal glory, thank you very much." Cedric just gave him a curt nod.

The two continued on, Harry occasionally casting the locating spell. It felt odd to Harry that they had yet to encounter any more creatures. Hagrid had mentioned that he had filled the maze with all sort of dangerous creatures, and yet, they had so far encountered none. Cedric and Harry both stopped when they heard yelling in the distance.

"Fleur?" asked Cedric.

"Yeah, c'mon, let's get to her. My wife would kill me if we let our friend be injured. Fleur and Hermione have become really close." Harry pushed ahead followed closely behind by Cedric.

"Help!" cried Fleur. "Anyone, please, help!"

"Fleur!" cried Harry as he slid to a stop. Fleur seemed to be trapped up to her neck in quicksand. "Hold on!"

"Just get me out of here, please Harry." Fleur pleaded.

"Funem!" yelled Cedric brandishing his wand. From the tip of his wand, a thick length of rope made its way to Fleur. "Grab the rope, we'll pull you out!"

"I can't!" she yelled. "My arms are stuck in this muck and I can hardly move them."

Harry could see that she was struggling to raise her arm above the muck, the quicksand holding her arms down by her side.

"I'm going after her." Harry said. He put his wand between his teeth and lowered in to the quicksand. Slowly, he inched his way toward Fleur.

"Thank Merlin! I thought I was going to drown in this crap." she said gratefully. Harry grabbed her around her chest and signaled Cedric to start pulling them out. "I think I'm going to skip telling Hermione that you had your arms wrapped around me, mon frère. Do try to not cop a feel; she'd really be jealous then."

"Yeah, Harry" Cedric said with a huge grin, "Don't do that. C'mon. Let's get you two out of there."

Harry spluttered trying to cough out some of the foul tasting muck he'd gotten in his mouth. "Really you two, you think now is an appropriate time to tease me?"

"It's always an appropriate time to tease you Harry." retorted Fleur.

"What happened, Fleur?"

"I was halfway down this corridor when the ground changed. I barely had any time to react before I found myself up to my chin in that stuff. Thank you Harry." she said with a kiss to his cheek.

"Oh, and what am I, chopped liver over here?" asked Cedric. Fleur laughed and placed a kiss on his cheek as well.

"Want to stick with us Fleur? You and Cedric can toss a coin for the cup for all I care." Harry asked.

"You sure, I wouldn't want to be accused of cheating or something?"

"My uncle Remus studied the rules; there is nothing in them regarding champions helping each other out. Besides, I saved your life once already, consider it a tradition in the making." he said with a smirk.

"Uhm, Harry?" Cedric said.

"Yeah, Ced?" asked Harry

"Wife?" he asked. Fleur's eyes grew wide in surprise.

"Damn, I let that slip, didn't I?"

"I take it you and Hermione..." he continued.

"Yeah, we bonded a few months ago."

"Bonded, like magically bonded? Wow, that's really rare. Belated congratulations to you two. Does make sense though I suppose."

"What do you mean?" asked Fleur with curiosity. "And yes, I already knew about the bond."

"Not to be rude guys, but we are still in the middle of a competition, remember? Dangerous creature's await." interrupted Harry.

The trio continued forward slowly and cautiously. "Wonder where Viktor is?" whispered Harry.

"You know what; I'm getting sick of this. Harry cast that spell again and let's just blast our way there." said Fleur.

"You sure? I wouldn't want to deprive you of an adventure or anything."

"Just do it!" Cedric and Fleur yelled at him. Casting the spell once again, Harry indicated the direction they should take.

"That way." Harry said as he raised his wand. "Ready?"

"Diffindo!" all three chanted. The branches of the hedges fell as the cutting spell reached it. All three stepped into through the hole.

"I wonder how many times we'll have to do that?" wondered Fleur.

Just before they were going to cast the curse again they heard moaning coming from a little up the corridor they were now in. "Viktor, you think?"

"C'mon, let's check it out just in case. He could be hurt." Cedric said. He cautiously approached the prone body of the Bulgarian seeker.

"Vik?" asked Cedric. "You all right, mate?"

"He's out of it, Cedric." said Fleur. "Is that blood on his clothing?"

Harry approached to get a better look. "Yeah, he's bleeding alright. Damn. One of you guys know a good healing spell? He's got a pretty severe looking cut along his back."

"I got it," said Fleur, "Harry, Cedric, hold him down please? This will probably wake him up as it will hurt quite a bit but it will stitch up his back for a bit until we can get him to the infirmary and they can do something more permanent."

Cedric and Harry held Viktor down by the shoulders as Fleur cast her spell. Viktor groaned in pain, his eyes popping open as he struggled against the people that in his mind were attacking him.

"Viktor! Take it easy, it's just us. Hold still while Fleur tries to stitch up your back. You've got quite the deep cut."

"Harry?" asked the dazed Viktor.

"Yeah, it's me Vik, also Fleur and Cedric." responded Harry. "Hold still just a bit longer, she's almost done."

"There, that's as much as I can do. You'll need to get that looked at, Viktor. I've sealed it, but if you strain yourself it will reopen."

"Thank you Fleur. Both of you as well." muttered Viktor.

"What the hell happened to you?" Cedric asked.

"Don't know, got hit in the back. I heard someone casting the spell but it hit me before I could react."

"Here, let's get you standing. Do you want us to get the support team to come and get you?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, I think that would be good. You raise my wand for me, Harry? I can't get my arm to move."

"Sure, here let me help." Harry took hold of Viktor's arm and raised it above his head so that he could summon help. Viktor's wand shot out a stream of red colored sparks high into the air. "You guys better get moving. No sense in waiting with me for help to arrive."

'Honey, did you see the sparks? Viktor got pretty hurt. Is someone coming?'

'Yes, we see the sparks. Looks like Professor Flitwick and Uncle Sev are on their way.'

"Helps on the way Vik; Hermione says Flitwick and Snape are on their way." Harry said.

"You can talk to Hermione?" asked Viktor curiously.

Harry held up his hand and showed him the Pendragon ring. "One of the benefits of being in the House of Dragons, I guess."

"Go, guys, get going." implored Viktor. "Thank you, all three of you, I don't know if I would have survived it you all hadn't..."

"Viktor, it's alright. I'm sure you would have done the same to help one of us. Just get that looked at; we wouldn't want you to miss the start of the season because you're still recuperating from this stupid tournament. C'mon guys, let's keep moving."

Once again the trio of champions brandished their wands and cast the cutting curse. Twice more they did that, never once encountering any creatures. When the final wall fell, the glow from the cup was clearly visible. The wide clearing where it was placed was circular in shape and had only a single entrance to it from the maze, aside from the one they'd just created.

"Kind of anticlimactic, don't you think? I thought there'd be more creatures we'd have to face." Cedric wondered.

"Well go on you two, flip a coin or play rock, paper, scissors or something. I just want this to be over with." Harry said to his friends.

"How about all three of us grab it at the same time?" asked Cedric.

"You are so Hufflepuff! Look, seriously, I don't need the added attention that touching that thing would cause. Really, both of you, I'm happy that you'll both be considered champions."

"Sorry Potter, but it is you that must take the cup!" said a cold voice from the other side of the clearing.

"Are you one of the judges?" asked Fleur of the cloaked and hooded man.

"Who, me, nope sorry dearie." said the man. "I'm Lu.."

"Malfoy? Have you really nothing better to do than to interfere in a tournament meant for teenagers?" asked Harry in an angered voice. 'Mione, send reinforcements now! Death Eaters!'

"You two, why don't you go back the way you came and live another day. Hinder us at your own peril. We only need Potter." Lucius told Cedric and Fleur. The cracking of apparition could be heard as a dozen Death Eaters apparated into the clearing.

"Go guys, run, get help." Harry implored his friends.

"And leave you here by yourself. Screw that Potter!" Cedric said harshly.

"My, my, my, Lucius Malfoy, as I live and breathe; hasn't my godson's elf kicked your ass already, do you really want him to be summoned and do it again?" asked Sirius as he arrived at the clearing. "Dobby?"

The look of fury coming from said elf was not something anyone had ever seen on the face of the kindhearted elf that popped in. Dobby looked toward his ex-master, "You will never hurt Lord Harry if I am near!"

Malfoy actually took a step back in fear, having already tasted the anger of this elf once before.

"Really, Lucius, you let an elf defeat you? You cower before it?" asked one of the Masked with contempt. Laughing to himself, the man lifted his wand and pointed it at Dobby. "Avada..."

With a snap of his fingers Dobby lifted the laughing man thirty feet into the air and with another snap of his fingers, the man was propelled backwards clear out of the maze. Dobby could only stare in surprise at his fingers. "Wow." said Dobby.

"Dobby that was AWESOME!" laughed Sirius loudly.

Four more pops were heard as Godric, Remus, Severus, and Filius popped in, wands at the ready. A battle was certainly about to erupt. "Hey guys, looks like Lucy the albino and his merry band of tossers decided to disrupt the tournament that my godson here was just about to win. This angers me." Sirius said casually.

"We've still got superior numbers, Black." Malfoy said as he and his companions raised their wands. "Go away, now; Potter stays behind. The Dark Lord only requires the presence of only the-boy-who-lived. You all may leave and live for a few more days until our Lord wishes to occupy himself with the likes of you."

"Are you so sure you outnumber us, Mr. Malfoy?" asked Godric. "You may want to check your count again."

Malfoy sneered at the Founder, "So, the great Godric Gryffindor aligns himself with Potter. How pathetic. You may be famous but my Master will be legend. How can you, a shining example of purebloodedness, abase yourself to serve some half-blooded child in his foolish efforts to defeat my Lord?"

"I'm a half-blood too, you inbred twit!" scoffed Godric. "So was your great hero Salazar, truth be told. Wonderful woman his muggle mother was. She was just a simple seamstress who was kind and compassionate and loved her magical son with all the she was."

"Lies!" yelled Malfoy.

Godric sighed melodramatically, "I tire of you." He reached out a hand and snapped his fingers. His sword, in all its bejeweled glory, shone brightly in the darkened clearing. "So, who amongst you wishes to die first?"

Malfoy actually looked frightened. Cold sweat beaded his brow as the thought of failure crept into his mind: failure and what that would mean to him when he confronted his master. Driven by fear and being able to think of nothing else to do, Lucius raised his wand and yelled "Depulso" at the Cup. With a flick of his wand he sent the magical item flying directly at Harry.

Harry had a wide eyed look of astonishment on his face as he took hold of the cup...and disappeared.

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A/N

Sorry about the months long delay in this chapter.

Before I forget, I wanted to recommend something I just finished reading that I quite enjoyed. Story is "The Thorny Rose" by Brennus. Another tri-wiz tale with Ginny being the person who helps Harry through the tasks after he's abandoned by everyone and their mother. How does a third year help a fourth year? Well, you'll just have to read it, won't you?

Sorry for the cliffie, rest assured that I've already started on the next chapter which, thankfully, is flowing much better than this one.