[1] Lemons into Lemonade ✓ | FRED WEASLEY

Chapter Sixty Three

It struck Aubrey as she sat down next to Fred in the stands, that this was the first task they were actually fully attending, having missed the last few. This would have brought more excitement had it not been for the sprawling maze ahead of them. It was a brilliant sight, taking her breath away yet again at the true power of magic but sadly, this likely meant the Third task would be similar to the second: sitting and waiting for an hour whilst the Champions had all the fun. Still, if their plan went ahead there would be enough 'excitement' to last a lifetime if you could call it that...

The stadiums filled fast and soon several teachers along with Bagman entered the ring. Moody was among them and Aubrey peered closely at him: his face looked unchanged although there was a slightly sinister hint of a smile on his face.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Bagman's amplified voice filled the stadium, "The third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! let me remind you how the points currently stand - "

"I did actually need a recap though," Aubrey couldn't help but remark, "We're a little behind."

Fred glowered at Mad-Eye who looked ridiculous with a red luminous star on his floppy hat, "Not by choice..."

"Tied in first place, on eight-five points each - Mr Cedric Diggory and Mr Harry Potter, both of Hogwarts school!" The prompted a cheer from both of them, especially Aubrey who was pleased he's said Cedric first. Sure, it was just alphabetical but her house pride was satisfied, "In second place, on eighty points, Mr Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute! And in third place, Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons!"

"Huh," Aubrey murmured, "I suppose she was more than just a pretty face."

A sharp whistle cut through the air as Harry and Cedric entered the maze together. The sound caught her by surprise, especially when it happened a second and a third time. Neither of these compared to the fear that suddenly gripped her as she saw something else.

"They're leaving," Aubrey murmured, "Fred, Moody's walking away - "

"Patrol," Fred said suddenly, "The stars, they're watchers or something."

"What do we do?!"

Before he could reply, her eyes drifted over towards Professor Dumbledore who was cheerfully engaged in a discussion with one of the photographers. Jasper's genetic disposition against authority may be very prevalent but right now she suppressed it. They were so close to the end, all she needed was to keep Moody in sight and Dumbledore had the power to do that.

As if in a dream, she leapt up, slipping the row with Fred on her heels.

Where are we going, Aubs?

"Dumbledore," She replied, "He can stop the patrols, keep Moody here long enough."

If Fred disagreed, she had no time to object as they neared the old man who turned to them slowly.

"Professor Dumbledore," She tugged at his sleeve, ensuring his full attention was on her now, "Professor, please you can't - "

"Miss Jackson, Mr Weasley, lovely to see you both," He cut in before his brow furrowed, "I'm terribly sorry to have interrupted you, what were you saying?"

"Moody, Professor Moody, you can't let him patrol, he has to stay here," She stammered.

"Dumbledore," Fred cut in, "He's not Moody, you have to keep him here so you can see that."