The Chosen Two

40- The Graveyard

A/N

If you've read this far, you know I normally don't write author's notes because I like to be more professional but I just had to apologize for the very late update (I've been with my family therefore obviously it's hard to find time to polish everything up to make sure it's perfect for you all) and also to say THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 5K + READS!!! A year ago I thought of this book idea and it was hard when I first started out because I realized I wasn't that only one. There are millions of twin Harry Potter fanfictions out there and all year I've tried my hardest to make this one different and original but because the main plot is so unoriginal it's been hard. Therefore, thank you for taking the time to read long chapters and commenting feedback or voting. All of it makes me so happy, and I hope my writing gives some of you the happiness it gives me:) (BTW I meant that in the least cockiest way possible it kinda sounds vain haha what I mean is I really enjoy writing Harry Potter fanfiction) Okay well I'm a rambler as you can tell so in conclusion, thank you.

HAILEY'S POV

"Is everyone okay?" Harry asked as I groaned inside. I laid on the ground with my eyes closed for a while, hoping the pain located below my chest would decrease.

"It's a portkey... Harry the cup is a portkey." I heard Cedric mumble a few feet away.

"We have to get out of here..." I heard Harry mumble now. I pushed myself up, and saw Harry first, standing at a large grave. All I saw was the word 'Riddle' written on it a few times, Harry was covering the rest. I looked to my right and saw Cedric, hunched over the cup. I stood, and ignoring the searing pain in my side, grabbed Harry's shoulders as I came up behind him. He jumped.

"What is it, Harry?" I asked. I looked around the graveyard and suddenly realized I recognized it. It was the same one in all my dreams.

"Harry, what's going on?" Cedric questioned, joining us.

"The name... I recognize the name. We have to get back to the cup." Harry said slowly. He then turned around to face us.

"I- I recognize it too... Well, not the name, the graveyard. I've seen it in my dreams a few times..." I added, knowing just how incredibly insane I sounded.

"It's been my dreams too, almost every night," Harry informed us, giving me a confusing stare. I gave him one right back, what the hell was happening?

Before anyone could say anything else, the sound of flames igniting sounded a few feet from us, and when I looked over, I saw a huge black cauldron, just like the ones in my dreams.

I was beyond terrified.

"Cedric, take Hailey and get back to the cup!" Harry yelled now, and Cedric did as told, grabbing me and throwing me over this shoulder, then running towards the cup.

"No, Cedric, stop! We can't leave Harry here!" I cried, trying to fight his grip but he was too strong and I was weak from fighting the pain in my side. I tried pounding his back with my fists, but I got too tired after a few minutes of it. Just as we were about to touch it, Cedric dove for the ground, behind a large grave. Just as I was about to ask why the hell he was throwing me to the ground for the second time today, I heard it.

"Harry Potter... So nice to finally see you again." Someone said. The sound of his voice forced my whole body to tense up; It was the voice I had heard in my dreams.

"Hailey? Do- Do you...know him?" Cedric whispered in my ear. He was holding me like a child, and his grip was tighter than ever before. I didn't answer his question, for I didn't know the answer.