The Prewett Girl

The Third Task

Even though I live in Godric's Hallow I still have Sunday dinner with Molly and Arthur. One Sunday Bill is surprisingly there.

"Bill!" I say, hugging him.

"Hey, Andy. Why are you so surprised? Don't you live with my minion?" Bill asks in amusement.

"I do. Did he know you're coming?"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"He's going to be getting a surprise in the morning." I say bitterly. Billy laughs as he throws his arm around my shoulders and walks me further into the house.

"Don't be too hard on him. I asked him to keep it quiet."

"What's your point?" I demand. "I grew up with a big family."

"The weak don't survive here. You have to be prepared to fight back. But, Andy, your friends didn't." Arthur says, walking into the room.

"Don't care. Still retaliating." I say with a slight huff. "Anyway, not that I'm not happy to see you, Bill, but what are you doing here?"

"I got time off to see the Final Task in the Triwizard Tournament." He says happily.

"Me too! I've been invited as part of Harry's family, and of course Siri has as well." I say excitedly.

"And Sirius has extended the invitation to us." Molly says with a smile and approving nod of her head.

"You must show me your memories when you get home." Arthur all but demands.

"Of course, dear." Molly says, placating him. Bill and I share a smirk before I move to help Molly and Bill goes to his father's side.

On June 24th Sirius, Bill, Molly, and I go to the side room of the Great Hall to await Harry. Cedric actually has to go out to get him. He immediately hugs Sirius before hugging me.

"How are you?" I ask as Molly releases Harry from her hug.

"As well as can be expected I suppose."

"I suppose so." I say, words slowing as I notice my cousin standing behind him. Bill has yet to break eye contact with Fluer.

"Well, Harry, shall you show us the grounds? It's been a while for Molly, Bill, and I." Sirius says, ruffling Harry hair; as if I hadn't graduated a year ago and they were here for that.

"Sure." Harry says, actually smiling. I looks way from Bill to see that Siri had noticed as well. I press my lips together to keep from laughing.

"Before I forget, you're coming over to my place for lunch July 3rd."

"I am?" Harry asks, blinking.

"My friends and I got a cottage in Godric's Hallow." I say. He looks at me in confusion.

"It's where you and your folks used to live." Sirius says.

"It was Jacob's idea really. I took them all to see our family-all buried in the same graveyard-and he thinks it's odd you haven't seen your parents' graves, so I'm going to take you to see them and the old cottage. I haven't been by to see it yet, so we can do that together."

"Really?" He asks, excited to see part of his past. "Can I go, Padfoot?"

"Only if I can." Sirius says, eyeing me. I just laugh.

"Sure." I say, hugging him from the side from a second. "Now, the tour?"

"Right." Harry says, amused.

That lunch the Weasleys all sit together and it's like we're at the Burrow again. I get attacked by the twins and Ginny while Ron gives me a normal hug-which is normal. The lunch is loud and full of laughter.

"Sirius, may I speak with you a moment?" Dumbledore asks, coming up to the table.

"Of course, headmaster." Sirius says, getting up and following Dumbledore. The conversation lasts all of three minutes with a lot of nodding before Sirius is back.

At dinner Sirius claps Harry on the shoulder.

"I'll be escorting you out to the task, Harry, we gotta go." Sirius says. We all say good luck before going down to the stands with the rest of the school. I make myself comfortable next to Bill as we wait for Sirius and Harry to walk out.

It's not long before Fleur and Maxime walk out, followed by Krum and Karkaroff, Cedric walks out with Dumbledore, and then Harry and Sirius take up the rear.

"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! Tied for first place, with ninety points, Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! In second place, with eighty points is Viktor Krum for Durmstrang Institute! And in fourth place, Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy. So, on my whistle, gentlemen!" Bagman says. Harry and Cedric walk over to the entrance, wand in hand, and wait. "Three-two-one-"

They bolt into the maze.

"So are we just watching the hedges the entire time..." I ask. Eventually picture comes up so we can see what is happening to the champions but not until Fleur enters the maze.

"Where did they go?" Sirius demands when Cedirc and Harry both take the cup and disappear.

"We are working on that figuring that out, Sirius. They should have been brought straight here." Dumbledore says.

I sit forward, elbows on my knees, and chewing on my thumb nail as we wait. There's a flash of light that leaves to show Harry and Cedric. I jump over the railing and go to their sides.

"Harry!" I say, falling to my knees next to him. "Cedric."

"I tried. I couldn't." Harry says, shaking his head. I just rub his back, knowing he's not letting go of Cedric willingly anytime soon.

"Harry, what happened?" Dumbledore asks hurriedly, joining us just as Sirius does.

"He's back. He's back. Voldemort's back. I couldn't stop him. He killed him. I couldn't just leave him." Harry explains, crying. I share a look with the older men before looking at my brother.

"You did what you could. You brought him back to his father. You're here alive." I whisper. He nods, but won't get off of Cedirc's body. I take in a shaky breath as I look at my old team mate. "It's okay. It's not your fault."

"I shouldn't have taken it with him."

"It's no one's fault but Voldemort's." Sirius says, running his hand through Harry's hair.

"Come on, sonny. To the Hospital Wing with you." Moody says, picking Harry up forcefully and dragging him off.

"That's not Moody." Sirius and I say in unison. Dumbledore, apparently having come to the same conclusion, follows after them at an alarming speed.

"Go to him, Siri. I'll wait for you two in the Hospital Wing." I say. He kisses my forehead and then runs after Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape.

I look down again at Cedric and tears fall.

"My boy!" Mr. Diggory cries out in pain, heart wrenching sobs follow as he cries for his fallen son. I stand and walk backwards from him slowly.

"Come on, Andy." George says, putting his arm around me. I nod and allow him to steer me off the destroyed Quidditch Pitch; he never lets me go.