Survival is the Key (Harry Potter fan fiction)

Chapter Ten - The Last Task part 1

I know I skipped the first and second task but I am going to get through Order of The Phoenix. and The Half Blood Prince. If you want to, ask me about it and I will let you write what happens in the first and second task and I will tell people about it.

I stepped out into the arena. I saw

Harry, Mum and Dad standing in the.stand. "As, Mr Diggory and Miss Potter are joint first they.will go in on the first whistle. Mr Krum will.go in on the second whistle. And Miss Delocour will go on the last whistle" said Bagman

"So ... on my whistle, Naomi and Cedric!" said Bagman. "Three - two - one -"

He gave a short blast on his whistle, and me and Cedric hurried forward into the maze.

The towering hedges cast black shadows across the path, and, whether because they were so tall and thick or because they had been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment we entered the maze. I felt almost as though I were underwater again. I pulled out my wand,and muttered, "Lumos," and I heard Cedric do the same just behind me.

After about fifty yards, we reached a fork. We looked at each other.

"Good luck Cedric," I said kissing him, and then I took the left one, while Cedric took the right.

I heard Bagman's whistle for the second time. Krum had entered the maze. I sped up. My chosen path seemed completely deserted. I turned right, and hurried on, holding my wand high over my head, trying to see as far ahead as possible. Still, there was nothing in sight.

Bagman's whistle blew in the distance for the third time. All of the champions were now inside.

I kept looking behind him. The old feeling that I was being watched was upon me.

The maze was growing darker with every passing minute as the sky overhead deepened to navy. I reached a second fork.

"Point Me," I whispered to my wand, holding it flat in my palm.

The wand spun around once and pointed toward my right, into solid hedge. That way was north, and I knew that I needed to go northwest for the center of the maze. The best I could do was to take the left fork and go right again as soon as possible.

The path ahead was empty too, and when I reached a right turn and took it, I again found my way unblocked. I didn't know why, but the lack of obstacles was unnerving me. Surely I should have met something by now? It felt as though the maze were luring me into a false sense of security. Then I heard movement right behind me. I held out my wand, ready to attack, but its beam fell only upon Cedric, who had just hurried out of a path on the right-hand side. Cedric looked severely shaken. The sleeve of his robe was smoking.

"Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts!" he hissed. "They're enormous - I only just got away!"

He shook his head and dived out of sight, along another path. I guess he didn't reconiges me otherwise I was sure he would say more to me, but oh well. I was in it to win it. Keen to put plenty of distance between me and the skrewts, I hurried off again. Then, as I turned a corner, I saw ... a dementor gliding toward me. Twelve feet tall, its face hidden by its hood, its rotting, scabbed hands outstretched, it advanced, sensing its way blindly toward me. I could hear its rattling breath; I felt clammy coldness stealing over me, but I knew what I had to do....

I summoned the happiest thought I could, concentrated with all my might about me and Cedric with kids around us, a family, I raised my wand, and cried, "Expecto Patronum!"

A silver horse erupted from the end of my wand and galloped toward the dementor, which fell back and tripped over the hem of its robes. . . . I had never seen a dementor stumble.