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Mind Talking between Familiar/Bonded

The driest dirt he's ever felt ran through his fingers, Harry noted as he picked up some and slowly let it fall between his fingers.

Some sticking to his hand slightly even as he wiped it on the pants of a suit he was apparently wearing. But it wasn't the type of suit that he might wear, it seemed older, almost like it was from a different time.

He shifted the dirt by his feet as he saw something glint from it. From there, Harry found the same design that Ayra, his newest companion which was a white Niffler, had found when they first met. A line inside a circle that's inside a triangle. It was so familiar that there was something on the tip of his tongue that just wouldn't come out.

As he reached down to pick it up, he felt like he was thrown through the air. Instead of pain when he landed on the hard ground, he felt nothing even as he looked up and spotted the pitch-black sky.

It wasn't nighttime though, it was like a black swirling cloud was above him, seemingly surrounding him and a sudden village that appeared in his eyesight.

But what he felt most, was the panic fear that was coming from the black circling cloud. Forcing himself to get up, he struggled through the tough winds and went toward the black cloud.

He ignored the cries and pleads from the village, it was like his mind was focused on just one thing.

A child was crying.

He struggled up the hill even as he was pushed further back from the black cloud, it strikes beside him with each step he made, trying to scare him off.

But Harry kept going, up the hill with the black lightning striking beside him with each step, he kept going.

Until finally, he made it up a hill. And there was a shack there. It was tiny and reminded him of his cupboard at the Dursleys.

The crying was coming from inside the small shack. He just reached the door when he was blasted away from it, pain erupting from his throat...

Harry shouted as his eyes flew open and his hands instinctively reached toward his neck, it felt sore and dry.

He licked his lips and tried to swallow some of his saliva, but it was too painful as it slowly slid down his throat.

Harry was about to start freaking out again when a hand that was so familiar to him rested on his shoulder. "Easy, kiddo. It's okay, it's okay. Don't try to speak," his father said calmly as Harry tried to open his mouth.

Harry made a frustrated sound and rubbed his sore neck that was still impossibly dry. "Slow sips," Percy said as he grabbed the drink beside the table and helped steady it in Harry's shaking hands.

Some sort of dream was clinging onto his mind, but with each second it was slipping back away from him.

He couldn't remember what it was about.

"Take it easy, do you remember the fight you had? Yes or no?"

Harry took a slow sip of the water that was slowly cooling his burning throat and thought back to what he remembered last. The dream had already slipped away but the image of the triangle, circle, the line was burning into it. Harry pushed through the image and found that it connected to his attack.

Nodding, Harry answered his father's question without talking.

"Alright, that's good I suppose. Do you know who attacked you?" Percy asked more gently, knowing it was better to come from him than the Aurors that were outside the door arguing with Madam Poppy.

Harry shook his head this time, the image he had seen in his dream had been around the man's neck. Whatever the image was, it seemed to be following him for whatever reason. With the need to write what he saw, he made a writing movement with his wrist.

It took his father a few minutes to figure out what Harry wanted, but finally, Percy grabbed a piece of paper and pen and handed it to his son.

Harry drew the line inside a circle that's inside a triangle before writing to the side that it was a necklace.

Feeling exhausted, Harry handed his dad the paper and pen and settled into the infirmary bed.

"Alright, that's good. I'll give this to the people outside, maybe then they'll shut up. But Harry, can you do something for me?" Percy asked quietly as he moved some of his son's bangs to the side of his sweaty forehead.

Harry nodded.

"I want you to carry this with you. I know you have your own portkey, but that's supplied with your type of magic and if a ward comes up blocking it..." Percy trailed off as he brought out a silver looking whistle from the back of his pocket.

"This is a very important whistle. It can only be used once. I only got a few more if this one is used, do you know what it is?" Percy asked his son seriously.

Harry nodded as he eyed the Stygian Ice Whistle his father had in his hands. He remembers his father briefly mentioning his Uncle Nico visiting his father just before Christmas break but didn't say what for.

"This will call upon Mrs.O'Leary. Use it if you're in dire need of assistance and can't portkey home. That said, I have one more thing for you," Percy said as he put the leather cord around the whistle around Harry's neck. The disillusionment spell that was on the whistle activating so only father and son can see it. The spell even masked its magical presence should someone search for magical items on Harry.

"When I told Nico about how your years were going, he made the same conclusion that they were similar to my years growing up. He expressed his concerns," Percy said as he finally brought out a silver coin that Harry didn't recognize, "as a result, he had his father create this. It's a...beacon I suppose would be the best way to put it. If you hold it and say the action phase, then Nico will know you need his help and he will shadow-travel to you. Do you understand how you are not to abuse this," Percy asked his son seriously.

Harry nodded, with words not able to be said, Harry grabbed the pen and paper once more. "What's the phase?" he asked

"His sister's first and last name. Do you remember it?" Percy asked.

"Which one? I know both?" Harry asked his father.

"The one that was dead," Percy said.

"Yeah but that doesn't answer the question," Harry pointed out as both Hazel and Bianca were both dead, the difference was that Hazel was now alive and that Bianca went into Rebirth.

Percy blinked like he hadn't realized the similarities before shaking his head slightly to dislodge the thought. "Older sister," Percy finally said.

"So Hela?" Harry wrote cheekily.

Percy shook his head, a smile brought onto his face. "I mean, you can try. Last I checked Hela doesn't have a last name."

"Lokidóttir," Harry wrote with a slight grin at seeing his father's exasperated face.

"Whatever, smartass. Get some sleep. I'll be right here, no one's getting in here without me knowing," Percy reassured as Harry felt some tension, that he hadn't realized he had, released from his shoulders.

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Harry was eating breakfast with his History of Magic book in front of him, side-eyeing it as he ate his scrambled eggs.

He wasn't completely paying attention to his surroundings, mostly double-checking that he did know everything in the book before his end of year exam which should be in 10 minutes.

Should being the eye-word, because apparently Cedric did have some sort of stealth on him when he was suddenly right in front of Harry and moving his hand in front of Harry's face. "Earth the Harry, come on mate, they're waiting for you?"

Harry's mind blanked. "What?" He asked totally confused, his voice still scratchy from the suffocation he was recently held under.

Cedric rolled his eyes, an exasperated fond grin on his face. "Come on, you know, the champions families coming before the final task to watch. We're with them until the final task starts," Cedric explained.

"But...my exam?" Harry asked in confusion, glancing between his book and Cedric.

"They really told you nothing huh? Our exams are moved to next week. When everyone goes home we'll still be here for a few days to finish our exams. The reason is that we were given a week of rest to have our magic recharge after the final task, and they certainly don't want to strain your magic under the exams. So, come on, get up, I'm sure your father wants to see you. Last I heard, Sirius was flirting with some painting in there driving everyone insane."

Harry snorted at what apparently his godfather was doing. Honestly, he wasn't very surprised by Sirius' actions, if anything, they were to somehow push Remus and Percy together in some sort of idiotic plan of his.

"That sounds like him," Harry said drily as he pushed his book into the bag resting beside him and watched it melt into nothingness. Gods he loved Bottomless Bags combined with a Feather-Light Charm.

Eating the last of his eggs and tea, Harry quickly got up and followed Cedric out of the hall and toward the chambers where their families were.

It's been nearly a week since his medical wing stay, and almost two days since his father reluctantly left Hogwarts, and Harry could feel the eyes on him from the other students as he left the hall.

Apparently, no one decided to tell the students about the attack on the grounds because the rumor mill was running rampant. Mostly about how Harry must've encountered a beast he couldn't tame.

While incorrect, Harry knew that eventually, he wouldn't be as lucky as he has been so far. Almost all the magical creatures he's run into react nicely to the soft magical aura he has, but one day that just might not be.

Rubbing his throat lightly and wishing he had some cold water to help soothe it slightly, Harry walked with Cedric toward the room that the champions' families were in.

Harry wasn't sure what he should've expected, but walking in on seeing Sirius flirt with Lord Krum was not it. Lady Krum just seemed to be exceedingly amused and laughing to herself, while both gentlemen seemed to make it their game to tell the other the worst pick-up lines as Percy and Remus watched from the side shaking their heads at the duo.

Fleur's mother and father seemed almost baffled by the two gentlemen and seemed to be talking in hushed tones while Fleur was chatting excitedly with Viktor who seemed almost exasperated with his father's antics.

"Somehow, I'm not surprised by this," Harry commented as he grabbed a glass of water a house-elf was offering him.

After his stay in the hospital, the elves of Hogwarts seemed to almost religiously follow him around in the shadows and if they notice any sort of discomfort, attempt to help it. Which interestingly enough, it seemed to include apparating one of the Slytherin that was trying to make fun of Harry in the Black Lake while it was nearly freezing in temperature.

The coolness of the drink helped his throat as he grinned at his father who instantly whipped his head around when he spoke and seemed to instantly take in Harry for any signs of hurt or discomfort.

Harry thought his Grandma or Grandpa would've been terrible mother-hens, apparently, his father was just as bad and perhaps worse.

He watched his father relax as he noted there weren't any more signs of pain he might be in. "Hello, Harry, we were just waiting for you two to arrive," Remus said politely and almost diplomatic-like.

"Harry!" Sirius practically shouted as he collided with the boy and brought him into a hug.

"Sirius Black if you do not drop my son this instant I will make your showers cold for a whole year!" Percy snarled at the man, "he's still recovering."

Sirius nearly dropped Harry right then and there from the threat of cold showers which no one in their family liked.

"I'm okay, Dad," Harry said as Sirius set him down before returning the hug more gently. Because of the medical wings rules, only his father was allowed in the room with him other than Aurors because of the attempted murder, as they were calling it.

So he hadn't been able to see Remus and Sirius for so long and Harry would admit that he missed them and their goofball ways.

"While that is good to hear, you are still recovering slightly, and you have your task later. We wouldn't want to accidentally harm you before then," Remus said as he walked next to Sirius and gave Harry his own hug.

Harry practically melted into the hug. Gods, he had missed Remus. He would fully admit that the werewolf gave the best hugs, probably because he ran a slightly higher temperature than normal people so it was almost always like basking in an already warmed blanket.

When Harry got out of the hug he watched as the other families started leaving the room. Apparently going to take the time before lunch as a way to show their families around Hogwarts and talk more privately.

"Come on, there are a few things I think we should talk about before the task," Percy said quietly but had a serious downtrodden look on his face.

"Um, sure," Harry said wondering what his father might've found out.

Percy nodded toward Remus and Sirius and it seemed the two would lead them toward a private place. Walking down the halls Harry realized he didn't know where they were going, the hallway they were down wasn't a common one he went down and he barely knew what floor they were on because of Remus and Sirius taking many backways and hidden passageways.

It wasn't until Harry watched in confusion as Remus paced in front of a wall that he realized they knew a secret room.

He watched as a door appeared from the wall and Remus instantly opened it for them. Walking in, Harry looked around in interest because it was a circular room colored in crimson and gold. A roaring fire off by the side with red couches by it. It seemed comfortable and a place for students to curl by the fire and use the red blankets as a way to keep warm.

It was nice. Harry could see himself enjoying the room.

"This is the Gryffindor Common Room, but not the exact one in the tower. Just one I imagined," Remus explained as they sat on the couches by the warm fire.

Harry took that information and stored it away, maybe he should break into the Gryffindor Common Room just to see how accurate Remus made it.

"What did you want to talk about, Dad?" Harry asked as he settled in his seat.

Remus sat next to Percy and placed a hand on his shoulder, an offer of support between the two of them. "When I showed the Aurors the image, I found that they reacted quite...negatively about it. It took some time and showing Sirius the imagine himself that we found out why. The image that you drew, it's the symbol of Grindelwald."

The name was just on the tip of his tongue, but Harry tried to figure out why the name sounded so familiar. "You might need to explain a bit more. I'm having trouble remembering the name," Harry said with slight annoyance.

Since the attack, his Occulmancy shields seemed almost on the fritz. He didn't know quite why, and it did concern him much, but he hadn't had the time to fully look into why his Natural Occulmancy shields weren't working.

This time it was Sirius that spoke up in an uncharacteristically somber voice, "Grindelwald is a wizard who is considered to be among the most powerful and dangerous Dark Wizards of all time. He worked mostly during the time of World War I and lead a Wizardry revolution to end the International Statute of Secrecy, creating a benevolent global hierarchical order led by wise and powerful witches and wizards that dominated Muggles. He was dedicated to achieving his ends at any cost and operated outside the law where he and his followers committed numerous crimes including multiple murders of both Muggles and Magical. While many will not confirm, it is said that Dumbledore dueled Grindelwald and just beat him, ending with him imprisoned in an unknown place where no one seems to want to confirm nor deny. There isn't much information on the duel itself as everyone there was given a Magical Oath to not disclose anything to anyone outside the know. But most Aurors, even when I was still in training, are said told about him in order to never underestimate someone and their charisma."

Harry swallowed tightly at the news and felt slight fear. It sounded as if Grindelwald was a dangerous person if it took Dumbledore to beat him and only just. He remembered the name now, Viktor had mentioned in passing that one of his grandfathers had been murdered by Grindelwald.

"What does this have to do with the symbol I drew?" Harry asked in a quiet voice, a forbidding feeling entering his chest.

"The drawn symbol is Grindelwald's Crest. All his followers had it and any attack he did the crest was always left behind," Percy said just as softly as his son.

"So....does that somehow mean Grindelwald...is back?" Harry asked quietly. 

If he was back, why was he so interested in him? He was just a student, technically barely knowing magic and therefore, shouldn't have gotten his attention.

"We don't know, but we doubt it. He's never resurfaced in a long time and it's unlikely this is him, "Remus said soothingly, "we doubt it's him because the only reason to be interested in Hogwarts is Dumbledore, and I doubt he would be considered a threat because of his age."

"Dumbledore is powerful even for his age though," Harry argued. Something tight was in his chest and he didn't like the feeling at all.

Remus' eyes connected with Percy's and they both seemed to come to a conclusion. "We aren't telling you this to panic you, Harry, but to make sure you are aware of what the symbol you found was. Just remember, there is always another meaning to many things, maybe this is just one of those," Percy tried to pacify his son.

"Maybe," Harry said uncertainly. His chest ached for some reason and he felt Lunar and Regina under his skin become almost restless.

"Come on, I want to see Hogwarts before the task. Do you want to show me around?" Percy asked lightly with a soft, understanding smile.

"Yeah..." Harry breathed out and tried to quell the heavy feeling in his chest. "Yeah, I can do that."

Feeling grateful for his father even telling him this news, Harry out on a smile and lead his father and his uncles around Hogwarts, even while his mind raced with thoughts.

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Harry ate lightly, knowing that a heavier stomach may make him upset if he was going to be running through the maze.

As the enchanted ceiling overhead began to fade from blue to a dusky purple, 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 your 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.

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

"I'm okay," said Harry. It was sort of true; he was nervous, but he kept running over all the hexes and spells he had been practicing in his mind as they walked.

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

Five minutes later, the stands had begun to fill; the air was full of excited voices and the rumbling of feet as the hundreds of students filed into their seats. The sky was a deep, clear blue now, and the first stars were starting to appear. Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick came walking into the stadium and approached Bagman and the champions. They were wearing 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.

"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! In first place, with one-hundred and seven points —Harry Jackson, from Salem Academy! In second place, with one-hundred and four points — Cedric Diggory, from Hogwarts School!" The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In third place, with eighty points — Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" More applause. "And in fourth place — Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!"

"So . . . on my whistle, Harry!" said Bagman. "Three — two — one —"

He gave a short blast on his whistle, and Harry hurried forward into the maze. The towering hedges cast black shadows across the path, and, whether because they were so tall and thick or because they had been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment he entered the maze. Harry felt almost as though he were underwater again. He pulled out his wand, muttered, "Lumos."

After about fifty yards, he reached a fork and took the left one, he just had a feeling about it.

Harry heard Bagman's whistle for the second time. Cedric had entered the maze. Harry sped up. His chosen path seemed completely deserted. He turned right, and hurried on, holding his wand high over his head, trying to see as far ahead as possible. Still, there was nothing in sight.

Bagman's whistle blew in the distance for the third and finally a fourth time. All of the champions were now inside. Harry kept looking behind him. The old feeling that he was being watched was upon him. The maze was growing darker with every passing minute as the sky overhead deepened to navy. He reached a second fork.

"Point Me," he whispered to his wand, holding it flat in his palm. The wand spun around once and pointed toward his right, into solid hedge. That way was north, and he knew that he needed to go northwest for the center of the maze. The best he could do was to take the left fork and go right again as soon as possible. (- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 619-622)

Except....this was a magical tournament. Harry paused and ignored the feeling in his mind pulling him toward the left fork and instead looked at the right fork.

"This is a magical tournament," he whispered to himself and hesitantly reached out with his left, non-wanded, hand. Except, it didn't connect with the wall.

"A false wall," Harry said with a grin and took a deep breath before going through the wall. It seemed almost darker than the rest of the maze and every instinct in his body was telling him to go back through the false wall and go to the other fork in the path.

Harry ignored the magic and continued forward, every footstep he made seemed to almost resonate through the maze as he held his wand up, his Lumos the only thing lighting his pathway.

Harry felt unnerved by the lack of obstacles and grabbed his other wand for the moment. "Expecto Patronum," he whispered and saw the glowing form of his Niffler.

"I want you to scout ahead and try and find me a way to get to the middle of the maze where a goblet should be," Harry told the Niffler and watched it nod before disappearing between the maze walls.

Harry nodded briefly to himself before securing his wand back into his holster and felt for the other items his father had given him.

The bad feeling in his chest was rising as he watched sparks of red shoot into the dark skies above him.

"One out," he whispered to himself.

He heard a snort, a heavy animalistic, just in front of him. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he watched an animal that resembled a rhino appear in front of him, but it was different.

Its body was white, its head was dark red and its eyes a piercing dark blue with a large horn that was nearly a foot and a half long on top. Its body seemed slender and seemed far more dangerous than a normal rhino.

Their eyes met and Harry knew instantly that the animal in front of him didn't want to be friends, a fit of animalistic anger was in its eyes. One that no one could reason with.

Harry racked his mind for the animal name and any description he could remember as he used the maze wall to just jump above the raging horn that stabbed the foliage where his torso had just been.

"Karkadann," he whispered to himself as he realized what the beast in front of him was. "Lord of the Desert, a fearless predator that can take down elephants."

Feeling confident in his ability to have realized what the rhino-type creature in front of him was, he used his wand and pointed it at himself.

"Faceo Procidate Deceptionem Elephanto," he said and allowed the illusion of an elephant, even small, to take his place.

He watched the Karkadann eyes' enlarge and fear take over his face. Racing off toward the entrance of the hidden wall he had come from, probably to find a tree to sharpen its horn, Harry released a sigh of relief.

He got by the Karkadann without harming it, he just used its natural instincts to persuade it off.

Harry turned back toward his path and realized there were now three forks he could go down. Just as he was about to go down the left fork, his Niffler had returned.

"Did you find it?" Harry asked his Niffler and watched the glowing form nod.

He nimbly hopped/ran toward the middle fork and looked back at Harry, waiting for him to follow.

Nodding to the Niffler, Harry ran and followed his Patronus down the pathway. Letting it guide him through the path, Harry almost wished he had his familiars on him for someone to talk to.

The distance from the stands to the quidditch pitch was a bit great for their bond, no matter how strong it was, and Harry knew he should stay focused on the task at hand instead of trying to reach out to them.

Taking another right and then a left, Harry had thrown a Riddikulus toward the Boggart that appeared in his pathway before the Niffler stopped in front of an entrance guarded by sphinx.

 "You are very near your goal. The quickest way is past me."

"So . . . so will you move, please?" said Harry, knowing what the answer was going to be.

"No," she said, continuing to pace. "Not unless you can answer my riddle. Answer on your first guess — I let you pass. Answer wrongly — I attack. Remain silent — I will let you walk away from me unscathed."

Harry's stomach slipped several notches. It was Hermione and Luna who was good at this sort of thing, not him. He weighed his chances. If the riddle was too hard, he could keep silent, get away from the sphinx unharmed, and try and find an alternative route to the center.

"Okay," he said. "Can I hear the riddle?"

The sphinx sat down upon her hind legs, in the very middle of the path, and recited:

"First think of the person who lives in disguise,
Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.
Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,

The middle of middle and end of the end?
And finally give me the sound often heard

During the search for a hard-to-find word.

Now string them together, and answer me this,
Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?" (- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 629)

It took him a few seconds before realizing the riddle was about a spider, granted, he didn't think anyone would want to kiss a spider but it was a bit on the weirder side. His Aunt Annabeth probably would've murdered the Sphinx for even mentioning a spider in her vicinity.

His Niffler made a sort of happy coo and Harry dashed forward to follow his Patronus toward the center of the maze.

Harry broke into a run. He had a choice of paths up ahead. "Point Me!" he whispered again to his wand, and it spun around and pointed him to the right-hand one. He dashed up this one and saw light ahead.

The Triwizard Cup was gleaming on a plinth a hundred yards away. Then Harry saw something immense over a hedge to his left, moving quickly along a path that intersected with his own; it was moving so fast.

Harry didn't have any time to react as a gigantic spider stepped into the path and began to bear down upon him.

"Stupefy!" Harry yelled; the spell hit the spider's gigantic, hairy black body, but for all the good it did, he might as well have thrown a stone at it; the spider jerked, scuttled around, but continued its path toward Harry.

"Stupefy! Impedimenta! Stupefy!" But it was no use — the spider was either so large, or so magical, that the spells were doing no more than aggravating it. Harry had one horrifying glimpse of eight shining black eyes and razor-sharp pincers before it was upon him.

He was lifted into the air in its front legs; struggling madly, he tried to kick it; his leg connected with the pincers and next moment he was in excruciating pain.

Harry raised his wand as the spider opened its pincers once more and shouted "Expelliarmus!"

It worked — the Disarming Spell made the spider drop him, but that meant that Harry fell twelve feet onto his already injured leg, which crumpled beneath him. Without pausing to think, he aimed high at the spider's underbelly and shouted "Stupefy!" and probably overpowered the spell.

The overpowered spell did what one alone had not: The spider keeled over sideways, flattening a nearby hedge, and strewing the path with a tangle of hairy legs.

"Fuck," Harry said, panting. He looked down at his leg.

It was bleeding freely. He could see some sort of thick, gluey secretion from the spider's pincers on his torn robes. He tried to get up, but his leg was shaking badly and did not want to support his weight. He leaned against the hedge, gasping for breath, and looked around.(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 630-632)

His Patronus Niffler was making noises of distress as it stared at Harry's shaky leg. "Will definitely need to get that checked out for any poison," he muttered to himself and stared angrily at the giant spider.

"Asshole," he muttered as he grabbed a long stick that would act as a crutch for now.

Harry turned back toward the maze and watched another red sparks get sent into the air. Taking a deep breath he looked back toward the goblet.

"Guess we should get this over with," Harry spoke aloud toward his Patronus that was till by his feet. For some reason, he didn't want the spell to go away yet. The heavy feelings he's had since he's entered the maze seemed to feel even heavier. His magic was so round up and coiled that he expected that any sudden movement would make his magic react without thinking.

Wanting all this to be over and done with, Harry grabbed the handles of the goblet.

Instantly, Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling him onward in a howl of wind and swirling color. (- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 635)

Word Count: 5622

Next Chapter: The Reveal

Websites Used in Making Chapter:

http://harrypotter.fandom.com/wiki/Gellert_Grindelwald
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karkadann
http://mythology.wikia.org/wiki/Karkadann
http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/topic/62084-karkadann/