Skill and Seclusion [2] || Harry Potter x OC x Draco Malfoy

150. Returned

DISCLAIMER

I do not own Harry Potter ... but if I did something more would have come from Harry seeing Lucius fully out in the open at the graveyard like my guy was EXPOSED

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A dazzling beam of blue light covered Harry's vision as he felt his body toss and tumble around as though he were falling through open air.

An experience he had only ever had once, and it had ended the same way it did now.

With him crashing down harshly on the ground.

Pained grunts were made by himself and Cedric who had also fallen in the same place just to his right.

Gathering himself together, Harry looked upwards to see the Triwizard Cup lying a few feet away from them now, propped up against a mound of grass.

His surroundings were dark. It was difficult to see just where they were.

But one thing was immediately apparent.

They weren't in the place Harry thought they would be.

They weren't back at the entrance of the maze, surrounded by stands of cheering students.

"You okay?" Cedric asked from where he was lying with his back flat on the damp grass.

"Yeah. You?" Harry replied, pulling himself to his feet.

All Cedric did was nod, joining Harry by stumbling up to stand.

As the two boys looked around the darkness, and their initial distortion faded, they saw more and more.

For one, there were gravestones placed all around them.

There were also crows flapping their wings and cawing as they moved from stone to stone.

In the distance, through the fog, was a large house that had no sign of life.

"Where are we?" Cedric asked as he started to walk around.

Harry did the same thing, only in the opposite direction.

And as he walked, he caught sight of something eerily familiar.

A stone depiction of death built next to a stone slab upon which was written a name.

Riddle.

The second Harry saw that name, the enigmatic atmosphere shifted.

He had seen this before.

In his dream.

The one he had been told wasn't real.

The one he had been told was just a dream.

The one he had been told not to worry about.

And now, he was here.

"I've been here before", Harry muttered, walking around the stone statue of death until something else caught his eye.

A large, black, bubbling cauldron.

"It's a portkey", he heard Cedric say from behind him where he had relocated the Triwizard Cup. "Harry, the cup is a portkey."

"I've been here before. In a dream."

Their tones of voices were the complete opposite of one another.

Cedric sounded impressed, collected, as though this were just another part of the challenge.