Author's Note: Hi! So, I'm ZutaraDramione97. I'm begging you, please do not read past this point if you have not yet read the first installment: Tournament of Magic. Please go read that first before returning here! If you have read the first installment, please not this one was posted 1 year after the first one exactly! That just makes me happy. Anyway, thank you for reading and please be sure to leave reviews! Please avoid spoilers in reviews and feel free to message me questions, additional comments, etc! -ZutaraDramione97-

Chapter 1 Draco

I clawed the remainder of my tears away from my eyes. Secretly I hoped it would also bring back the sanity I must have lost. Hermione was standing just feet away. And so were all f the other tributes. I couldn't have been sane. I'd watched most of them die. I'd killed four of them. It wasn't possible.

Several new chairs appeared on the stage and all of the tributes came up to take their seats, along with the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Penelope turned to the Minister first, "Minister Shacklebolt, please explain the Tournament of Magic's creation to us."

The man nodded to Penelope with a smile, "Of course Ms. Clearwater. Well, as originally explained, the Tournament of Magic was created to curb the creation of future dark wizards and witches. The premise that was kept from the public was the concept that these deaths were just an example of what would happen should another dark wizard rise. Should another dark wizard come to power, then it shows that the people have not learnt the lesson meant with these games, and then, from that point forward, the Tournament of Magic will be a permanent installment, and the deaths will not be reversed."

The audience hung on every word that the Minister spoke, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from Hermione. She was here. She was actually here. She was alive.

All of the other tributes were silent as the conversation continued between the Minister and reporter. Most of them were distant, some were very jittery, and then there were the ones who seemed unfazed by anything.

I heard the next question from the reporter and it piqued my interest, as I wanted to know too. "Minister, how are the tributes here? We all watched them die, did we not?"

"Ah, yes. The big question everyone is wondering. Indeed, these twenty-three tributes did indeed die. Their deaths were not faked, staged, or stopped. However, the aspect that was hidden from the cameras was the fact that immediately following the deaths, officials entered the arena to remove the body. We discovered potions and spells to assist in reviving them, without the effects of necromancy. After pulling the tributes from the arena, we used traditional methods to repair serious injuries, then enhanced these treatments with magic, and then used our newly created potions to revive the hearts. Many of the tributes still require physical healing, but they are alive."

I could tell what he meant. Several people had arms in slings, Crabbe and Loony both had several burns, and many others just looked beaten up. The earlier someone had died, the more they had healed.

Hermione still had scrapes and cuts across her face, and her arm was in a sling, but beyond that, she looked fine. She was alive. That's what mattered.

I finally looked to Mrs. Weasley to see tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. Of course she was happy. Her children were still alive. What parent wouldn't be happy? And then I laughed inwardly to myself. I knew a parent who wouldn't be happy with their child being alive. My father. I knew he hated me right now. I'd already thought it was worth it, but seeing Hermione made it all the more worth it.

I so badly wanted to run to her and hug her, just hold her. She was alive.

Suddenly the screen behind the stage came to life and Penelope spoke again, "Now, everyone, we'll be re-watching the Tournament of Magic so that all of the tributes get to see what they all went through."

My stomach clenched. I didn't want to see what everyone went through. I didn't want everyone to see what I went through. I knew some things had already been seen, but the fact was, I didn't want to relive it. And neither did anyone else.

The video started off with the opening day. Everyone either fought, ran, or died when they landed. I was surprised to see how many people literally died as soon as they hit the ground.

The video went through some more deaths, each one visibly wounding the person shown dying. It showed each group forming, including me joining my housemates.

There was a scene where the Weasley girl watched Hermione and Potter kiss. I looked at the two of them who were visibly confused. I would have been sad had Hermione not looked so confused. Weaselette on the other hand looked fuming angry.

It continued on to show the encounter between the Slytherins and Hermione's friends. I was surprised to see that the cameras had caught me staring right at Hermione when I said she wasn't in my direction.

I remembered that very well. I saw her. Of course I saw her, she wasn't hid well at all! But I wasn't going to hurt her, and I wanted her to know it.

Then came the part where I killed Weaselette. Potter and Weasel were both very confused, and very angry when they watched the scene unfold. I was sure they were confused about why she was attacking Hermione, but angry that Hermione lied to them.

I felt Potter's pain when he held the girl and cried. I'd had to do the same. The pain of holding the body of someone you loved was one I would never forget.

As the video continued, I was surprised to see how many of the moments between Hermione and I were caught on camera. I felt as if my privacy had been entirely invaded. Some of those were moments just between she and I, and they should have stayed that way. But there was one thing I couldn't deny as I watched the video, I had obviously loved Hermione. The fact that it took me so long to realize it currently astounded me.

The video began to near its end as people began dying more and more. I was surprised to see how Potter had died, being led into the woods by Weaselette and then strangled by Devil's Snare.

My stomach clenched again as I realized it was the last day of the video and Hermione and I were walking to the final battle.

I looked to her and saw her clenching and unclenching her teeth as she watched. I wanted to hold her hand and tell her everything was alright. I didn't want to watch the upcoming scene, but I couldn't look away from the video.

And then it showed the fight. We'd all been fighting so hard, so fast, and then came the dominos crashing down, beginning with me killing Goyle.

I watched Hermione go down and felt my eyes tearing up. I knew they would be falling soon, and I knew there would be no stopping them. I cried every time I thought about Hermione dying, I wasn't going to be able to watch it.

I looked over to her and saw her look back at me for the first time since entering the Quidditch Pitch. Her eyes were sad and hurt.

I took a deep breath and tried to choke down my tears as I watched the video continue. I saw myself beating Pansy, and then the sparks as she died. I'd been so angry in that moment, and nearly happy at her death.

And then came Hermione. I didn't just watch myself hold her and cry, I felt it. I felt my pain again.

My mother reached over suddenly and squeezed my hand. I realized I was crying now, and then I felt my chest tighten. I couldn't breathe as I watched myself plunge the knife into Hermione's heart.

Thankfully, the video went black after a few seconds of me holding her and screaming and crying. I felt so vulnerable. I felt so lost. I felt like I was alone again.

I scrubbed at my tears again to try and make them stop, and soon, they did. When I looked at the other tributes, several had dried tears on their cheeks, and several more looked angry.

Penelope turned to the Minister again, "Minister, I believe some of us are confused, do you care to elaborate on some of the tricks used in the tournament?"

"Yes, yes of course. The first creature encountered was that of the Hippogriff. This creature was specifically engineered to be more hostile and carnivorous than the common hippogriff. Followed by the hippogriff came the boggart. There were several released throughout the arena. Along with the boggarts were ghosts magically enhanced to look like other people. This was the case with Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger, specifically assigned to taunt Ms. Weasley. This same tactic was used with the ghost that led Mr. Potter into the Devil's Snare."

It was enraging to see the man talking so casually about the things that tried to kill us, and even did kill some of us, in the arena.

"We also obviously planted Devil's Snare and quicksand bogs, and dementors throughout the arena. The storms were created by us, along with the differing weather between night and day. We did drive tributes together with the various events, the fire, mudslide, and snakes. And those were our tricks. Anything beyond that was the tributes themselves. Hunger and fear can change a person. And many of them did just that."

Penelope gave the Minister a polite smile before stating, "For my final question Minister, what will happen to these tributes next?"

"Well, they will all have a bit of time to re-unite with families, who were not aware of their survival until this reveal, and then they will return to their classes as usual."

I suddenly felt very, very angry. As usual? How did they expect us to go back to business as usual after the hell we'd gone through!?

Author's Note 2: I will be updating this story every Saturday, hopefully, as opposed to sporadic updates in the first one! -ZutaraDramione97-