Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

eight

—The Third Task—

Probably the worst chapter so far....

"C'mon Draco! You're so slow!" I shouted, pulling him to the stands to watch the third Triwizard task unfold.

Draco was deliberately trying to slow is down so he may have an actual chance at missing the third task, which was almost impossible. It was hours long.

"I don't want to watch it," he complained.

"Too bad. You are," I said and pulled him harder.

"Ow, woman!" he yelled and finally followed me willingly.

We sat near the top of the stands and ignored the announcer. I only remembered something about Cedric and Harry being tied, so they would be entering the maze at the same time.

It was quite boring. Nothing happened while were were waiting for the winner to appear. Fred and George Weasley were strolling around, letting people bet on who the thought would win and the band was playing, but other than that, it was pretty boring.

After an hour or so, there were two flares. No one knew who they were from, but had my assumptions. There was no way Fleur or Harry would make it out, so I simply thought they were theirs.

Everything was fine at first. Everybody else was happy and celebrating, having a great time. That is... until everything changed.

Harry appeared with the cup and a body. No one noticed the body at first, they all started cheering for him. Then, they realized he was crying. Dumbledore rushed to him and I remembered Cedric's dad yelling 'My boy! That's my boy!' over and over as he ran to his dead son.

Harry said that you-know-who was back and no matter how much I despised him, I believed him.

The Dark Lord was back. Lord Voldemort was back and when the news was spread, I knew what I wanted to do.

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I sat in the common room, watching the hands of a clock in front of me tick with each second that passed. For every minute that passed, the long hand ticked, telling me that the time was passing. For every hour, the owl in the clock would coo one, two, three, four, fives with the hour. Students were in an out, mostly the fifth years who were too nervous to sit down, having finished their exams not even a week prior, and the students who were gossiping.

It was the last day of school and it seemed that everyone had forgotten about Cedric's death. It mad me angry and sad inside. Why weren't that sulking like me?

It wasn't until a presence beside me appeared did I realize I was crying.

I didn't look over; I didn't even move or wipe my tears. I just stared at the clock who was telling me I was wasting time.

"You father wants to see you," said Pansy. She had been the one who sat beside me.

I gave a slight nod and stood before exiting the common room without a word.

I arrived at the potions classroom and entered quietly without knocking.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked barely above a whisper.

He turned quickly, frightened, and glared at me.

"Yes," he breathe, still recovering from the fright I gave him. He seemed deep in thought when I arrived.

"Why?" I asked, still quiet.

"Your mother is not yet better. You'll be staying with me for a portion of the summer."

"Okay."

"Pack your things and meet me down here at five."

"Alright," I said and left.

I wandered around random halls but still managed to come across the common room and then found the dormitories. When I approached my bedside, I picked up my half packed trunk and then filled the other half with my clothes and other small trinkets.

Just as I finished, Pansy walked into the room.

"Issa?" she asked but I gave no response.

"Are you okay?" Again, I said nothing.

She took my silence as her cue to leave me alone and left almost as soon as she came.

At five o'clock that evening, I skipped the last dinner and immediately found my father's classroom.

When I entered, he was bent over his desk writing something down.

"I'm ready," I said, scaring him a second time.

"Stop doing that," he said putting a hand over his heart.

"Sorry. When are we leaving?" I asked, dropping my trunk and sitting at a random table.

"In a couple of minutes. I won't be needed tomorrow when everybody leaves and they'll just go to their common rooms after dinner. We can go early," he said sounding nervous and worried.

"Okay..." I said before summoning some parchment and taking out my quill and ink. While I waited for my father to sort himself out, I wrote a letter to my mum.

Dear Mum,

Hello. Dad told me that you haven't recovered yet. Please do soon. I've missed you so much and this year has been boring—besides the ball. I miss our girl days. One is long overdue.

Dad and I are leaving Hogwarts early so we should be able to visit tomorrow.

Did you hear about you-know-who's return? Supposedly he's back. Harry Potter said so and even though I'm not particularly fond of him, Dumbledore believes him and I trust Dumbledore. I believe he's back. What about you? How long do you think it will take for him to reach full power again? I suspect not long. He is a very powerful wizard.

Anyways, we'll be leaving now. I love you. Please recover soon.

Love, Issa

Dad and I carried our bags out after I dropped my letter off in the Owlry and sent it to St. Mungo's.

We walked quietly to Hogsmeade and apparated to my father's house on spinner's end where I would be living for some of my summer break.

"You know where your room is," he said, walking to his study. I dragged my luggage up the stairs, dropping it twice, and entered the door at the end of the corridor.

It looked exactly how I had left it four years ago. The same maroon walls, black bedding, wooden desk decorated with my books, my small wardrobs, and a mirror in the corner.

I dropped the trunk, not even emptying it and collapsed on my bed. I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. My mind was blank and I slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.

I know, I know. Es muy terrible. The next chapter is the last chapter of part one!!!