Lost. Harry Potter's sister

chapter twenty-five

My heart was pounding in my chest and my breathing had increased significantly, as the realisation hit me that this is it. There's no going back now. The towering hedges cast dark shadows across the pathway, making it almost impossible for us to see. We cast "Lumos" and our wands emitted a day of light, big enough to help us see our surroundings. The hedges were tall and thick, making me feel trapped and scared. About fifty yards into the maze, we reached a fork. Harry and I took the left path and Cedric, who followed closely behind us, took the right one. We heard the cannon go off, once again, signalling Krum was entering the maze. Harry and I sped up, our breathing frantic and heavy. Our pathway seemed completely deserted, with no obstacles or barriers stopping us from passing. That's a good start, I guess. We turn right at the first possibility we get, holding our wands way out in front of us, to be able to see anything that might get in our way. We carry on walking through the maze's dark interior, cautiously gripping our wands tightly, ready to strike. We did the "Point Me" spell a few times, and kept heading in the direction closest to North.

Our path was still empty. The lack of obstacles was really unnerving to me, and it felt as though the maze was giving us a false sense of security.

"Surely we should have met something by now?" Harry, whispers, almost as if he was reading my thoughts. I hum in response, but continue walking along the path, with caution. Just then, there was a rustle of leaves and a crack of twigs, from behind us. Harry and I snap around, wands at the ready, only to be met with Cedric. He was panting and he looked shaky. His robes were torn and his sleeves were smoking and charred.

"Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts!" He says, trying to catch his breath. "They're enormous! Only just got away!" And with that, he ran of ahead of us, and took a different path. Harry and I glanced at each other, with looks of fear. We made sure to take the path, that would carry us furthest away from the Skrewts. Harry was walking in front of me, in a sort of protective manner, which I was grateful for. Just then, we saw something heading towards us. A Dementor. Twelve feet tall, it's rotting, scabbed hands outstretched towards us, and it's face covered by its tattered, black hood. My insides turn icy cold. I've never faced a dementor before, in person, and I've never conjured a patronus before, but I've read up exactly how to do it. Might as well give it a go. I think of the happiest memory I can: the night of the Yule Ball, and focus on that before raising my wand and muttering "Expecto Patronum". Harry does the same from beside me, and a silvery stag comes protruding from his wand, in a white mist. I look down at my own wand and see a similar white mist, erupting from my wand, but it took the shape of a silvery Leopard. I smile happily to myself, as I just conjured my first patronus, but soon become confused, when the Dementor doesn't seem to be affected.

"Hang on!" Harry says, his silver stag fading away, "You're a boggart! Riddikulus!"
I watch as my own Leopard fades away into the dark and the Dementor disappears in a wisp of smoke. That makes sense. Harry was in front of me, so it must of taken the shape of whatever he fears most. Dementors.

We carry on, through the maze, taking left turns and right turns and u turns, but we still didn't come into contact with anything or anyone else. We reach two dead ends, and on the second one, we turn back and we were met with an odd, golden mist, hovering in the air. It was probably some enchantment. It was blocking the pathway, so we couldn't get though. We had no other choice but to go through it.

"Reducto!" Harry says, attempting to blast the mist out of the way. It stayed where it was.

"The reductor curse only works on solid objects, Harry, we don't have any other choice but to go through it, unless you want to sacrifice our chances at win-" I was interrupted by a piercing scream, coming from ahead.

"Fleur?" Harry yells, through the mysterious mist, but there was no response. We both look at each other, cautiously, before taking a deep breath and running through the mist.