The Lost Souls

Ch 18 // No one is a spare but a fifth tire complete with air

The day has come that Harry Potter and his closest friends and cousin dreaded. The third and last challenge. He knew it was a maze, but feared his life. He had a nightmare just last night with red eyes he knew belonged to Voldemort.

"Scared, Potter?"

"A little " confessed Harry to Draco.

"Don't worry, just remember what I told you. If there's any real, serious trouble than send up a red light" reminded Hermione.

"I will. Thanks Hermione" said Harry. With a sigh he rushed to where the three other champions were.

"Hey Harry" greeted Cassius Warrington.

"Good luck in the task," said Harry.

The champions from the two other schools only noted his presence but did not speak, and only waited to start, and eager to win. Harry, on the other hand, was eager to live.

"First up, Cassius Warrington!"

The older Slytherin raised his fists in pride as he went inside the large maze.

"Next, the one and only Harry Potter!"

Nervously, the youngest champion jogged into the maze, was hoping to make it quick and easy. It was not.

First he was greeted by a large spider, one he knew Ron would die from sight. There was so many times he almost gave up, but instead he kept going, hoping to find an exit.

Then he heard Cassius not too far away, yelling for help, and struggling to breathe. Harry quickly looked for him, and found Viktor Krum torturing Cassius with an unforgivable.
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Stepping on a lego!
Not that harsh, sheesh

Justin Bieber!
Lol nope.
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The cruciatus curse, Harry realized.

"Stupefy!"

Viktor, with his eyes an eery color, fell unconscious to the ground as Cassius regained himself and thanked Harry with what little of air he had.

"No problem, Cassius. I don't want to die either, so let's just hurry and you go win this, okay?"

"No, are you crazy? You saved my life! You go, chosen one. You deserve it"

"But you were here before me. I would feel guilty if I didn't let you win"

"Would it make you feel better if we both go, then?"

"If it's the only way you'll go, yeah"

The two went to the cup, and simultaneously touched it, only to be transported to a graveyard. They looked around to try to identify the place, but it was unrecognizable.

"Where are we?"

"I've been here before in a dream.."

"That cup is a portkey" realized Cassius.

"Cassius, we have to get out of here" said Harry quietly to the older Slytherin he sort of looked up to.

Before either of them even took a step, a voice interrupted them. They saw cloaked figures walk towards them. He recognized one without a mask. Peter Pettigrew, traitor to his parents, and a huge di-
disappointment to his friends.

"Who are you? What do want?"

Harry knew who it was without having to look, and urged Cassius to get to the cup.

"Wormtail, kill the spare" continued the cruel voice.

"Get to the cup! Go!"

The Slytherin didn't think twice to sprint to their only way back, but instead, a light of death headed his way.