*Kellan*
The maze opens up and swallows me in. Immediately, I grasp my wand, and stalk around the corner. Rustling grabs my attention, and I whip around and come face to face with the one and only Fleur.
"Stupefy!"
"Protego!" I counter, the flash of color seeping through my wand. "Expelliarmus!" I yell, my voice shaking.
Her wand flys over the maze wall as I creep up on her.
Her blue eyes look panicked as they flicker back and forth, refusing to look at me.
"Go ahead. Kill me. I don't care," she spits, her French accent seeping through her words.
But, nobody deserves to die in these games. With the prophecy, I'm the one who has to die.
While Rowan was busy searching for a counter to the prophecy, I was looking up jinxes to protect her, and spare her. I searched the Restricted Section, don't ask, and found one thing.
Maiosa.
It's a jinx that will spare one destined for death. I don't know if it will work, but hell, it was worth a try.
"No," I mutter, "I'm not. Why do you think I'm such a bad person?" I question, crouching next to her.
"Izn't it obvious? You're ze Slytherin heir. You're related to He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. You're destined for evil, Kellan, and I don't want to be around when zat happens," she spits at me, glaring with her cold, blue eyes.
A cold look passes over my face, as I stand up and shoot a spark in to the air for Fleur.
"Well then, if you're so scared about the future, get the hell out of this damn arena," and with that I turn on my heel, leaving her abandoned.
Slowly, after many twists and turns, I pick up my pace to a jog, before sprinting to the opening in the center. I get there, and Cedric, Rowan, and Harry are already there.
At the same time, we all take the cup, and like apparating, our bodies get twisted and turned and tugged inside and out.
We arrive in an abandoned place. Tombstones dot the landscape, leaving me in confusion.
"Where are we?" I ask, slowly gripping my wand tighter.
Rowan cocks her head to the side as she studies the cup. What did that book say...a portkey!
As if reading my mind, Rowan clarifys, "It's a portkey. They're probably after you," she points to Harry, "so we better get out of here, like, now." Suddenly, the air changes, and Harry's head perks up, like he realizes it too.
She jinxed it, damnit. It's something Narcissa taught me. There's always a tension in the air when someone jinxes something that they said. It's a specific type of tension, that you only know when it happens.
Footsteps rumble as a group of people surround us. Harry screams, and clutches his forehead. That only means one thing.
"Run! He's here!" He bellows, crying in agony.
I stand shock still, torn apart between who I am, and who I'm supposed to be.
I'm supposed to be a Death Eater, the most powerful, more than the Dark Lord himself. But then there's me, just Kellan, the baby of a huge family, who is a Ravenclaw at heart. Who am I?
"Avada Kedavra!" I spin around on my toes blocking Cedric with my left arm as I block the spell.
"Protego!" I yell, glancing at the man who tried to kill my friend.
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FanfictionMeet Kellan, third child of six. She's from a pureblood Ravenclaw family, and is about to learn a huge secret about her and her eldest brother, Lukas, as she begins her journey at Hogwarts. Meet Rowan, an only child with a racist, rich, Slytherin...
