Harry Potter: Raised By Roses

Chapter Seventy-Six: Graveyard Brawl

If there was one thing that Harry had just discovered, it was that he really hated portkeys. He had never traveled by one before, usually just letting Krinos teleport him places. But portkeys were definitely not something that he would want to use again.

The feeling that he had felt when he, Cedric, Viktor, and Atem all grabbed onto the tournament cup was awful. It was like being squeezed through a tube that happened to be traveling a hundred miles an hour. Not to mention how it also felt like they were spinning as if they were a merry-go-round gone wild. It made him want to lose every bit of food that he had eaten that day.

When they all landed, all four of them were groaning as they hit the ground.

"What in the name of Anubis was that," Atem looked just as green as the grass they landed on. "I don't feel so good."

"That would be a portkey," Cedric explained, not as nauseous as the rest of them. "It is basically a charmed object that teleports anyone that is touching it to any location that it is charmed to take that person/people to."

"I never want to use one of those ever again," Harry groaned. "I think I might lose my breakfast and lunch right now. My stomach does not feel good."

"There is a reason why the only wand-user transportation that I like are broomsticks," Viktor groaned from his place on the ground.

Harry could not hold it anymore. He was lucky that he landed near a bush because he was instantly losing the contents of his stomach into it. It was official, he really hated wand-user magic. Most of it confused him, anyway. Like, he knew about the floo network and how it was used for both communication and transportation. But, what made him so confused was how you communicated by sticking your head into a magical fire. He just thought that it was a ridiculous thing to do. Mirror phones worked a lot better than that.

"Where are we, anyway," Atem asked the others.

They all started to look around as they would be recovering from the effects of the portkey. Harry would join them once he was able to stop throwing up into the bush. He hoped that his brother would forgive him for doing such a thing to an innocent bush. Under the current circumstances, Krinos would probably understand.

The four of them looked around, and it was very obvious that they were all in a graveyard. A very creepy one at that since plenty of the graves did not look like they were taken very good care of. A lot of them had vines and mold growing on them while others were so worn down by the weather over the years that the names on them could barely be read. There were also two mausoleums with creepy gargoyle statues around them. And the fact that it was nighttime only made the area even creepier than it already was.

"I think that it is very obvious that this is not part of the task," Viktor stated.

"If it was, then there would have been a portkey for each of us instead of only one," Cedric says. "There would be no point to a final part of the task if only one of us would be able to do it."

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "Plus, even though the tasks were kept secret until we started, we would have been told if there was another part. But we were specifically told that whoever takes the cup would be the winner."

"Be on your guard," Atem tells them. "Since someone obviously wanted the one that touched the cup to come here, there must be someone waiting here."

And then as if on cue.

"Avada kedavra," someone yelled.

All four of them were definitely glad to have good reflexes. Which made a lot of sense with Harry, Cedric, and Viktor since they are all seekers. They all managed to get out of the way of a bright green spell that was fired at them. The spell just barely missed Atem, but the duelist mage was able to duck in time for the spell to instead hit an angel statue that had been behind him.