The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 34 ✔️

Charlotte-

"Good luck, Harry," Mum wrapped her arms around my brother. The third task was going to start any minute. 

"You'll do great," Dad said, grinning, he patted Harry on the back, I waited until my parent had left before I marched up to Harry and hugged him so tight he probably wasn't able to breathe, but I didn't care. The guilt was eating at me.  "I'm sorry,"

"What?" He said, but I already let him go. 

"Charlotte!" He called after me, but I couldn't reply. I walked to the seats next to my parents, and Hugo Bagman introduce the third task. He told everyone the points, and who would be first to enter the maze. Harry and Cedric were tied for first, then Krum, and lastly Fleur. 

"So ... on my whistle, Harry and Cedric! Three - two - one -go!" 

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I couldn't sit there any longer. I had a nervous habit of not being able to sit still when she was this anxious. I needed to get out of here before the task ended. I couldn't see Cedric...de-like that. 

"Charlotte, where are you going?" Dad asked as I stood up.

"Bathroom." I muttered, not meeting his eye. I'm sure dad was so distracted, waiting for Harry that he wouldn't never notice my weird behavior.

"Okay. Be back soon." He spoke. I nodded, walking walked down my row and out of the stadium. I looked back at the maze; a thousand thoughts were running through my mind all at once. 

I could just run in and try to stop them. But that would be stupid. I'm the least qualified witch to go and survive the maze. But if I do manage to survive the maze, then I can stop Harry and Cedric from getting the cup. But they could be fighting Voldemort already, and Cedric could be dead right now.

But instead of all that I signed and instead decided that it was best to leave before the task ends. 

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There were screams. That was when I knew that Harry was back with Cedric's body. Everything had happened so fast after that and now I was sitting with Harry, who was fast asleep, as she and her parents hovered over him. Professor McGonagall, who looked pale and tired tonight, came up to me. 

"Professor Dumbledore would like to speak to you in his office. He also wanted me to tell you he likes acid pops." 

"Thank you," I muttered, not looking away from my family. Both of my parents had fallen asleep, each one holding onto one of Harry's hands.

I walked to Professor Dumbledore's gargoyle statue and muttered the password. The statue moved, and a spiral staircase appeared. I walked up the spiral staircase, feeling exhausted and wanting to go to bed, but knew that the meeting was important. if not, he wouldn't have asked.

"Professor Dumbledore?" I knocked on his larger wooden door.

"Come in." He said. I opened the door, seeing Dumbledore behind his desk, waiting for me. I walked to the empty chair, scared my legs might betray her and give out, if I didn't sit soon. 

"Ms. Potter, how are you feeling?" He asked, as he put his quill down. I looked over at his desk. There were several notes spread out on his desk, including one he was still writing. I guessed that they were letters he would send to the rest of the order members. 

"I'm... angry."

"Angry?" He asked.

"I'm angry that I couldn't stop Cedric from entering," I muttered, pulling at the loose threads of skirt.