Second Trial And Revolting
It’s the second task.
The mermaid folk were overwhelmed with the amount of people in the lake. When they agreed beforehand, none of them had expected this.
They are majorly outnumbered by angry humans.
The task is to go retrieve who you care about most, that person being tied up somewhere in the lake.
This poses a bit of a problem for Hedwig.
Hermione, to the rescue. She shoves Hedwig into an air-tight ferret ball and drags the bird down with her.
All of Hedwig’s friends were already entered into the tournament, so who is left? Hermione quickly finds out.
Hedwig’s most missed person, aside from the obvious choices, is a dementor she met in year three.
This is an issue.
The dementor, unable be tied down and hungry, starts roaming around. The contestants begin to scream underwater and scram. The announcer is going wild.
“It appears that Harry Potter can’t swim! Oh Merlin, he’s sinking the Minister with him!”
Ron can briefly be seen in the distance, his head bobbing. His two older brothers are trying to drown him, as a joke, of course. Unsurprising.
Voldemort’s minions are holding onto his little gremlin body like he’s a baby, lifting him up in the air as they swim.
The Lake develops waves. Hedwig has been let go from Hermione in an act of self-preservation. She is now being tossed around through this mini-ocean in a see-through plastic ball.
“Why is there a dragon in the lake?!”
Damn Hagrid.
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Everything was tense in the Hogwarts Kitchen.
The elves were lined together, all hunched over with only a single lantern lighting the room. It was like a nest of spiders in a dark corner. Dobby stood there, face shadowed and eyes serious.
“Dobby’s read some things.”
Kreacher is off to the side, sharpening his cutting knife.
Things were getting uneasy in the elf world.
Patience had burst its banks, the itch needs to be scratched. It’s reached a boiling point. All thanks to one being.
“Dobby wants… Dobby wants a revolution!”
Dobby raised his arms out wide with defience.
“Dobby is I! I is Dobby!”
And with that, the flock of birds lifted off together. A collective cheer from the house elves filled the air. The little mighty warriors gathered together, a deafening cacophony.
The cheer was optimistic, it was of vengeance and shared purpose.
This cheer was a promise of freedom, regardless of how they will get it.