Before The Past

Ch. 23

One week until the third task.

The final task has stayed a mystery to everyone, including the four champions. The angst of wanting to know something about what it would be seemed to affect everyone. Rumors about what it would be spread like wildfires, even if they sounded completely foolish. Some thought that the champions would have to duel till the last person was standing, while others believed it had to do with something in the air. 

Reason being is that fire, water, and naturally earth were already components that have been used for the other two tasks. The only element that hasn't been used is air, but nobody had any good ideas on anything beyond that. 

The champions prepared for everything though, they'd constantly stay active and practice tactical spells any chance they had. They were often found in the library, researching anything about past tournaments that could help them. They did everything they could to obtain anything useful to them. 

There was one exception to these four though, and as anyone could guess it was Harry. He's given himself the mentality that no matter what, he'll always make it out by just winging it. Of course he also didn't want to win which took some of the tactical thinking needed away. Absolutely nothing that any of us said would ever change his mind. His excuse would always be that he's been through things like this before, and now was no different. Except what he fails to realize is that it's the other people around him who keep him from getting killed. 

Although he doesn't like to admit it, the complex of being the chosen one has gotten to his ego. It's always been there, but the more and more he goes through life surviving out of 'luck', the more he's going to believe it's true. This year for example has revealed that more than before. During the first task he wouldn't have survived a second without being reminded he has a wand and given the idea to use his broom. During the second task he would have been out of luck had Moody not made Longbottom come over and help. 

The third task would be no different, even if all he had to do was spell out his own name. Don't get me wrong, he still can do some things on his own, but it's not without others that he's successful. 

We've started spending more time together, enough to where Granger and Weasley have both reluctantly allowed me to be near them without being hostile. It seems that every corner I turn, Matteo is right behind me and anytime I'm around Potter, he's within eye sight. Of course he would never talk to me, and no matter how hard I tried to say something, he avoided me like the plague. 

Ever since the night that Potter and I found out we had the same dream about the man being killed in the abandoned house, things have been different. We've both tried to figure out how we had the same dream, given that we aren't related to you-know-who in the same way. We read every book that may have hinted to something, but came up with nothing. Finally we decided to make a last resort visit to Professor Trelawny, the divination teacher. 

Although I didn't have her class, I still heard many things about how wacky she can be. That is wacky in the sense of seeing the future and not fitting into societal norms. 

When we got into her room it smelled like cedar and a hint of eucalyptus. The room was colorful amongst other things, but it felt almost comforting. It seemed to be empty, but once we stepped further into the classroom, Trelawny erupted from her 'desk'. 

"My dears, what has brought you into here?" She asked, hunched and looking almost anxious. 

"Um, professor we had a question about, a dream?" Harry said. 

"Oh! Well you've come to the right person, here sit, sit. Before you tell me though, I don't believe we've met, what's your name dearest?" Trelawny looked over at me and smiled.