A few weeks have past and the third and finally task, can I just say I'm about to faint from nervousness. I pace in the common room waiting for Hermione to arrive so we can go to the arena.
It's an understatement to say I'm scare, I'm SERIOUSLY SCARED. How am I going to cope if one of them dies?!
Hermione arrived and pulled me into a hug "They'll be fine, they have all trained hard and well for this." She soothed me while tears filled my cheeks.
I literally dragged Hermione to the stands where we would be watching them nervously.
I tap my feet on the floor and start biting my lip. Then I hear it, the hissing. Nagini. But how can I hear him, he is alive?
I gasp as the pain shots through my scar but when I see the four competitors I notice Harry is fine. Voldemort is targeting me.
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I don't know how long it's been since they entered but it feels like centuries. While I sit here nervously looking out at the long maze that stretches further than I can see.
I'm scared to think what is in the horrid misty darkness that takes over thee air of the maze. I let in a deep breath before calmly breathing out, I'm so nervous that I haven't spoken this whole time.
Red sparks were shot into the air a while ago which sent me into a panic frenzy. But it was only Fleur but apparently Harry sent them up.
I felt a whirring sound in my head and everything started changing. The buzzing sound of the crowd started fading and I saw grave stones.
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FanfictionWhy was I always the one with bad luck? To have death constantly over my shoulder, breathing down my neck. Danger around every corner in every street. This is how I live, living in fear of the constant threat of death.
