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{Season 1|EP.5}

{Season 1|EP. 5}

Musa felt her feet slam into the ground; her injured leg gave way, and she fell forward; her hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last. She raised her head. "Where are we?" She asked.

Clover shook her head. She got up, pulled Musa to her feet, and they looked around.

They had left the maze grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles - perhaps hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the maze were gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. A hill rose above them to their left. Musa could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside.

Clover looked down at the Cup and then up at Musa.

"Did anyone tell you the cup was a portal opener?" she asked.

"Nope," said Musa. She was looking around the graveyard. It was completely silent and slightly eerie. "Is this supposed to be part of the test?"

"I dunno," said Clover. She sounded slightly nervous. "Wands out, d'you reckon?"

"Yeah," said Musa, glad that Clover had made the suggestion rather than her.

They pulled out their wands. Musa kept looking around her. She had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched.

"Someone's coming," she said suddenly.

Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Musa couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, she could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, she was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over her head to obscure her face. And - several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time - Musa saw that the thing in the person's arms looked like a baby. . . or was it merely a bundle of robes?

Musa lowered her wand slightly and glanced sideways at Clover. Clover shot her a quizzical look. They both turned back to watch the approaching figure.

It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second. Musa and Clover and the short figure simply looked at one another.

And then, without warning, Musa's scar on her head exploded with pain. It was agony such as she had never felt in all her life; her wand slipped from her fingers as she put her hands over his face; her knees buckled; she was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; her head was about to split open.

From far away, above her head, she heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."

A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Jinx Kedavra!"

A blast of green light blazed through Musa's eyelids, and she heard something heavy fall to the ground beside her; the pain in her scar reached such a pitch that she retched, and then it diminished; terrified of what she was about to see, she opened her stinging eyes.