𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙧

ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴡɪʟᴅꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ

NOTE: Hey guys!

How are you guys doing? Didn't you guys love the cliffhanger of the last chapter? Haha.

Anyway, here goes another chapter! I know it's a bit short, but I wrote this one because I feel that the graveyard was kind of like a deal breaker for Mia. I hope you enjoy it!

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Jamie felt he and Harry slam flat into the ground; their face so pressed into the grass; the smell of it filled his nostrils. He had closed his eyes while the Portkey transported him, and he kept them closed now. He did not move. All the breath seemed to have been knocked out of his lungs, and his head was swimming. Jamie felt as though the ground beneath him was swaying like the deck of a ship, and his mind circled around two things only.

His brother and Euphemia.

Harry had to be alright. He had to be. Harry needed to be okay; that wasn't an option. After everything, he had to be safe. Mia had stayed behind to help them. She made sure they both got back safely while she stayed there. She had stayed there to help Harry, so he had to be alright.

As far as they knew, Mia could be in trouble now. She could be dead. And that was on him.

She was his best friend, she went there to help him keep his brother safe, and Jamie left her there.

If there was still a tiny chance of her being alive, his parents had to give her a chance. They had to see now that she wasn't dangerous. Hell, she had practically signed up a death wish so Harry and Jamie could get back safely; his parents had to see now that she was good.

To hold himself steady, Jamie tightened his hold on the only thing he was still clutching: his brother. He felt as though he would slide away into the blackness gathering at the edges of his brain if he let go of him. Shock and exhaustion kept him on the ground, breathing in the smell of the grass, waiting... Waiting for someone to do something... Something to happen or someone to appear... And all the while, his head felt like it was about to split in two...

A torrent of sound deafened and confused him; there were voices everywhere, footsteps, screams... He remained where he was, his face screwed up against the noise as though it were a nightmare that would pass...

Then a pair of hands seized him firmly but carefully and turned him over.

"Jay! What happened? Hey mate, talk to me."

He opened his eyes.

If it wasn't for Archie's dark eyes looking at him worriedly, Jamie would be seeing a starry sky. The dark shadows of a crowd of people pressed around, pushing nearer; Jamie felt the ground beneath his head reverberating with their footsteps.

They had come back to the edge of the maze. Jay could see the stands rising above him, the shapes of people moving in them, the stars above.

They were back at school. All of them but Mia.

Jamie let go of his brother's hand and tried to look over at him. His parents and Dumbledore kneeled next to him, looking so worried that even with his sight so blurry and tired, he could see his mum on the verge of tears.

"Jay, come on, mate. Talk to me. What happened?" asked Archie worriedly, and Jamie turned to his friend.

"I left her there," he whispered.

"What?" questioned Archer, his face frowned in confusion.

"The graveyard. Voldemort is back."

Archie went pale immediately.