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epilogue

EPILOGUE
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T H E  O T H E R S

THE SECOND TASK HAD COMMENCED. People were waiting impatiently for the Champions presentation. Viktor, Fleur and Cedric stood uneasy on the wooden platform, as Dumbledore and other adults panicked about the 4th Champion's disappearance.

"We mustn't continue without her, Albus. The consequences will be deadly," McGonagall shook her head, worried.

"The girl will die in the journey as she would die in the tournament," commented Snape. "We should proceed."

Albus nodded nervous when the other three Champions shrugged, not knowing where she was.

"Silence, please!" Dumbledore raised his voice, causing ripples on the lake's water.

The students settled on their seats, confused and with an insatiable hunger for entertainment.

"The Triwizard Tournament will be cancelled," he announced, clapping his hand.

The professors gasped, the students started muttering questions that raised a single voice for questioning.

"Albus. This is the wrong decision!" Minerva scolded, afraid.

"We cannot proceed with the Tournament without our 4th contestant," the headmaster echoed.

Madame Maxime, Igor, Moody... They shook their heads in disbelief as the press wouldn't stop questioning Dumbledore.

"What measures should we take, professor?" They asked, as flashing lights blinded them.

"The Ministry will help bring her back to safety," Rita Skeeter informed, as her notepad took notes.

"Albus," hissed Minerva. "We cannot let the Ministry interfere with this!"

"Calm down, Minerva," he whispered. "They'll never find her. Our only hope is for her to come back."

The clouds matched Draco Malfoy's grey eyes. He stiffly sat on his seat, watching the chaotic scene. His stare landed on Potter, who glared at him with vehement loathing. His thin lips twisted into a vile smirk, content and defying Potter even further.

"Students of Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons," Dumbledore said gravely. "Winter is coming."

Whispers raised once again as Dumbledore's words were open for their own interpretation. The meaning was straightforward: harsh words with a harsh meaning.

They didn't know what was coming for them, and it was coming soon.

Albus looked at the sky as he closed his eyes. He felt a single snowflake land on his cheek.