Breaking Apart ; Harry Potter [2]

Chapter 23

They landed on the cold hard ground with a thump. The Tri-Wizard Cup rolled out of their hands, flying somewhere to the side.

Robyn gasped as she got up, feeling her body ache all over. This was definitely not Hogwarts.

A groan rumbled the back of Harry's throat as he stood up.

"You ok?" Cedric asked as he too stood up.

"Yeah, you?" Harry replied but Robyn simply nodded. A bad feeling tugged at her stomach and gut.

"Where are we?" Cedric asked, his eyes scanning the area.

That, my friend, is a good question. Robyn thought as she looked around.

Just like in the maze; heavy mist hung around the ground, giving the place an eerie and haunting look. They seemed to be in some sort of graveyard with a tall headstone behind them bearing the name; Tom Riddle.

A small church could be seen up ahead, behind the overgrown weeds, brambles and a few small trees. A small hill resided on the left, holding a small house.

The night was silent. A deafening silence that pressed against your eardrums.

The sky was a terrific midnight blue with the stars dotted among it, looking like a thousand eyes watching down on them.

"I've been here before." Harry said, not talking to anyone in particular.

Robyn looked over at the bespectacled boy, waiting for him to continue but he did not.

Robyn took this time to voice her own thoughts. "I think someone's watching us." She - as expected - did not get a reply. The two boys were too hung up on figuring out where they were and what they were doing there.

Unknown to Robyn, Harry did in fact have the same feeling of being watched and he could feel the hairs on his neck prickling up because of it. He knew where they were. He had been here before. In a dream. Harry's mind was working overdrive and Robyn could see the cogs working, trying to piece everything together.

Robyn liked to think she was a smart student. She was passing all her classes but for some reason the situation she was stuck in baffled her completely. They had not been told the challenge wouldn't end at the maze. They hadn't been told the cup was a Portkey. That was it. The cup was was a Portkey.

The light bulb seemed to have gone off at the same time as Cedric's. "It's a portkey. Harry, the cup is a portkey." Cedric declared and looked down at the cup.

Why a portkey? Why had the challenge not ended at the maze like Dumbledore had said it would?

Alarm flashed across Harry's face. Robyn noticed his thoughtful look had disappeared, meaning he had figured it out. And the look of fear on his face did nothing to ease her mind. In fact it made it ten times worse. A scared Harry meant something bad.

"I've been here before in a dream. Cedric, we have to get back to the cup, Robyn. Now!"

A figure loomed in the distance. It was making its way towards the three. It was too dark to make out any features. It just looked like a shadow. Robyn squinted her eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the lighting so she could have a better look. The shadowy figure seemed to be holding something small in its arms. A baby perhaps? Or a bundle of blankets?

"What are you talking about?" Cedric asked, not catching on to Harry's urgency.

Harry didn't have time to warn the two any further as a pain like no other shot through his forehead. He let out a cry of pain and held his head, his wand slipping through his fingers and on to the ground.