'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 69: Make Sure Not To Lose Yourselves

[Bring Me To Life - Evanescence]

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Sun. 15th January 1995 - 2:18pm...

Up until now, the four competitors have been warming themselves up for the last and final task.

Without speaking to my brother, or Cedric, I could tell from their body language alone, they were both dreading the third task.

The Professors and the Minister's Officials had transformed the area of the Quidditch pitch into a foggy, and dark maze.

And arena which screamed death and despair, looking at it from afar.

Walking through the forest path, Professor Lupin approached me, joining me and my boyfriend. "Good afternoon."

"Professor," Draco greets him.

Smiling at him, he waved his hand towards my brother, who walked with his friends. "I have my hopes Harry will win. He's a winner, coincidentally, I might add."

We both laugh.

"I just don't want the events of last time... repeating." He continues, "And I also wanted to tell you both, I'm going to be resigning again. I don't want to be associated with these types of events, if Hogwarts is to continue with such carelessness."

"Yeah, and it's fucking pathetic." Draco grumbled.

Lupin lifts an eyebrow at his words, but he doesn't comment on his use of such crude vocabulary.

He pats my shoulder, "I came to check up on you as well, Jane. I hope you're feeling a lot better than the last time we spoke? Just keep pushing through. You have people here who can help you."

I answer him with a small nod, "Of course, Professor."

"Speaking of help, if you'll both excuse me, I'm the chaperone for Harry." He says, catching up with him further down the path.

"I hope Krum wins." Draco smirked, taking a flag out of his back pocket and giving it a wave. "Pansy made these."

"Of course she did, she's obsessed with Krum and his friends." I giggled, sliding my hand down, lacing my fingers with Draco's.

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Stepping up to the benches and laying our claim on a good row of seats, me and my friends settled in to watch the final round.

In the front row, the Hogwarts' music band played cheerfully, to lighten the mood. To hype the four champions up for their last part of the game.

"Hello," Luna smiles softly.

I wave at her.

"I'm cheering for Harry. He's performed quite admirably so far." She tells me, handing me a tiny flag. "I made this for you. To support your brother."

"Thank you," I take the flag off her. A picture of my brother's face was on it, along with his house colours.

She pulled out a matching one, waving it beside mine. "Now we can match."