The Maze (Harry Potter 4 and the maze runner)

The Maze Runner

"I had a dream last night" I eyed Cedric as I shovelled dirt into boxes. He stole a look around and pulled out his wand. 'Accio dirt" he murmured sending a neat pile of mud into the boxes I'd been shovelling in all morning.

"Dumbledore says they might not be dreams,  they might be visions" I said tentatively.

"Visions? C'mon Harry please don't tell me you bought any of Trelawney's rubbish" he smiled. 

"These visions are of Voldemort, and his right hand man" I stopped shovelling just as he did.

"You have visions of what he's doing? From that?" he pointedly looked at my scar "When were you going to tell me?"

"That's not important. Last night I saw Vold-" I paused watching him flinch " he-who-must-not-be-named speaking to Wormtail, that's his right hand man. He was talking about how the Cup had been tampered with, and how...how we would meet with these Muggles to start a war"

"Did you ever tell Dumbledore about these 'dreams'?" He trod carefully around the word.

"He said that I might have an insight to his feelings because of a connection we share from the day he tried to kill me" I whispered. 

"So if all this was supposed to happen...it must means there's a mole in Hogwarts" he said. I tried hard to suppress the thought of Snape who Dumbledore had vouched for so many times, but what other option could there be?

"Siri- A friend of mine said that Karakroff used to be a Death Eater. He said you never stop being one" I bit my tongue for having nearly given away Sirius.

"Well after Krum's little stunt on Fleur I wouldn't be surprised if he is" Cedric murmured. I looked up to see a fair-haired boy approach us, he was holding glasses of water. 

"Enough talking, more shovelling" his words held no malice, a smile already stretching his face. He held out the glasses of water, which I downed readily.

"I'm Newt, Alby's right hand man, at your service" he smiled.

"This is Cedric Diggory and I'm-"

"Harry Potter, yes I know" he nodded his head at us.

"Hear you have quite the tale to tell us" he folded his hands. He looked down at Cedric's dirt filled boxes.

"And you still have some answers to give us" Cedric piped up. Newt smiled at Cedric wryly.

"Well all shall be revealed tonight. For now, keep shovelling!" He shouted over his shoulder.

"So what do you think this is then?" I gripped the shovel in my hands, it felt very real.

"I don't think we're in Hogwarts anymore, nor do I think this is part of the challenge. There is some dark magic at work here, and if your visions are anything to go by, then we have to get out of here as soon as we can" he looked around.

"Can't you dissaparate?" I asked

"Can't. Not yet anyway. Anyway how do we know we can dissaparate out here? Could get splinched" he said. His words triggered Hermione's in my head:' you can't dissaparate out of Hogwarts...' What if a similar charm was at work here?  

"What about you? Can't send a patronus to get us some help? Dad's friend in the ministry, Kingsley Shacklebolt knows how to do it" he murmured snapping me out of my reverie.

"I really wish Hermione was here...sounds like something she'd know how to do" I sighed, pushing my shovel deep into the dirt.

"Keep thinking, we'll get there. Who knows...these people may be able to help more than we think"

I looked up just in time to see the two boys I'd saved earlier running out of the maze. They slumped against the ground, already being tended to.