Out Of The Grave

This is it, this is when I died. Okay so we all know that I didn't die. Hermione had called a meeting in the disused girls bathroom "ok so what we know is that there is a lot of excitement about the tournament, Draco has been told to make sure Harry wins, If I had to guess, I think its all going to come to ahead, and I think it'll involve the death eaters, and if the death eaters are involved, well I dread to think".

Ron asked "couldn't we let one of the others win?" He looked at Hermione, who answered "I'd thought about that myself, but I don't think we can". Deep down we all new that we couldn't let someone else win on purpose. I spoke "I don't think I could forgive myself if my cowardess hurt someone else, or worse" with a start I realised I'd grown a conscience and a backbone to go with it.

All the champions stood outside the vast maze. This was the third and final challenge of the tri wizard tournament, we had to retrieve the goblet. As the walls of the maze closed behind us the noise of cheering was shut out, I suddenly felt alone, it was so quiet. I felt like we were very under prepared. I stuck with Harry. The walls of green leaves were just far enough away from each other that my claustrophobia wasn't a problem.

Time in here didn't seem real. Suddenly we were confronted by a Dementor. Harry looked at it, I could hear his heart hammering in his chest. I spoke "I've got an idea, I hope this works" I stood Infront of harry, the Dementor changed and there stood my father. I actually started laughing "it's not a Dementor, it's a boggart, and yes the thing I fear most is my father" I pointed my wand "Riddikulus" the boggart still in the form of my father was now dressed in a pink easter bunny outfit, I must have sounded like a crazy person as I laughed hysterically as I pointed at the boggart. I also uttered the very cringe worthy term that I am attributing to the stress of the maze "hop along father, hop along" I have to say I was extremely grateful that only Harry was there to hear that, even so I'm not sure I'll ever live it down 'hop along father' oh dear, to say that was mortifying would be an understatement.

We new we had to find the goblet that was hidden in the maze. Harry spoke "what if the goblet is a port key, I mean how else are we meant to get out, I can't remember the way back can you?" I shook my head. There was also the fact that if the goblet was a port key it could take us anywhere. The maze seemed to stretch out for miles, and it all looked the same. Harry tried to keep our spirits up, but after a while we walked in silence. Part of me wanted to take Harry's hand, but I didn't. Suddenly we saw the goblet at first I thought I was seeing things, but there it was.

It was as we'd thought it was a port key, but it didn't take us back to the school. Harry spoke "well this is a lovely place to be brought. A very depressing looking grave yard" he looked round and suddenly grabbed my arm "we have to leave, now" his voice was urgent, he was looking at one of the grave stones, he pointed and spoke "Tom Riddle senior, Voldemort's father". I felt myself pale as I heard a laugh, I recognised it, I'd had nightmares where I'd heard that laugh, the laugh of Bellatrix Lestrange, my auntie. She looked even more unhinged than I remembered.

Bellatrix spoke "at last the main guest is here, here to witness the show, and he dares to say my Lord's name". Suddenly from behind every grave stone figures emerged. They made for a formidable sight in their black hooded robes and masks, death eaters. I could hear Harry's heart beating in his chest. The only figure I recognised even with the mask on was the squat dumpy frame of Wormtail. He was carrying a small bundle in his short arms. I also recognised his voice "is the potion ready?" He asked, I recognised my father's voice as he answered.

I knew Harry had no idea what was happening, before now I'd have called him an ignoramus, but I didn't know either. Bellatrix took the bundle off Wormtail, I could now see what it was, it had the look of a baby that had been burnt or born to soon, skeletal in appearance, but clinging to life. Bellatrix cradled the bundle almost like a mother. I saw Harry next to me he winced rubbing his forehead, and I realised with an impending sense of dread what was encased in the bundle. I'd heard rumours that Voldemort hadn't been destroyed the night he killed Harry's parents. I knew now that Harry had realised what was in the bundle too, this was what was left of Voldemort.

I couldn't move, I could hear my brain screaming at me to move to run, but fear kept me paralysed. I watched my head barely recognising the words being said. All I new was that this was bad, whatever was happening was bad. I watched as Bellatrix put what was left of Voldemort into a large cauldron. Plumes of smoke erupted from the cauldron as the remains of Voldemort were added. My eyes and ears suddenly focused as I saw the vile of blood, Harry's blood. The voice's of every death eater sounded as one "blood of the enemy to make him whole". The cauldron exploded as the smoke cleared, and we saw him. The death eaters fell to their knees. Still I couldn't move. An arm pull me down.

There was Voldemort, his overall look was reptilian, his nostrils resembled slits, his eyes that of a serpent, and his skin as pale as a ghost. I felt my own skin pale as something dawned on me, I'd served my purpose, I'd got Harry's blood, got him here to witness the rebirth of Lord Voldemort. Don't get me wrong, I did think about trying to make a run for it, but it would have been suicide, might as well die looking brave.

Harry was stood next to me, he looked at me and I saw forgiveness in those beautiful green eyes. I know what I did next was a cowards move, but if I was going to die I didn't want to be there. A death by the hands of Voldemort and his followers, I'd guess that could be extremely painful, and deep down I'm a coward.

The happy place came rushing to my rescue. Voldemort and his followers disappeared. I let my mind go wild. The colours were more vivid, the leaves on the trees changed colours as I neared them. Some of the trees had multi coloured bark. The stream was more real. The place enveloped me in a warm peaceful cocoon, and I felt an overwhelming sense of safety. Giant fruit trees, and trees with spiraled branches and leaves towered above me. The fireflies seemed to dance. This was real, it must be real, this is the most real thing I think I've ever felt. I ran feeling absolute freedom, like I could fly. I could do anything here. The roots of the trees and branches lifted me into the air. I don't care if I die as long as I'm here. I trust that Harry will know that I'm free, that I'm home. I know my feelings for Harry are real, I'm just not sure if it's love, or the deepest friendship I'd ever known, or a deep sense of respect. Maybe without me to hold him back he'll have a chance to escape, to warn everyone. That's my gift to him a chance, it's all I have, the only thing I can give to the man who I've realised I might be in love with.