Eagle's Flight // Frarry

Year 4.20

I would've published this chapter sooner, but I was debating whether or not I should show the rest of the graveyard scene. In the end, I couldn't think of any major details that differed from canon, so I didn't write it

The first time red sparks had been shot into the air, Fred's heart nearly stopped. He relaxed marginally when it turned out to be Krum, who looked very confused as to whatever had transpired. Fleur appeared next, shaken but otherwise all right. Cedric and Harry were in the maze, still in the game.

Beside Fred, Sirius was muttering under his breath, not quite as calm as he had at the beginning of the task. Remus wasn't much better; the werewolf was patting Sirius' arm absently, but it was obvious his mind was elsewhere.

Red sparks shot into the air once more, and it turned out to be Cedric, who immediately ran to speak to the Headmaster. Fred was too far away to hear him, but Dumbledore's face grew somber.

"Where's Harry?" Fred wondered. George shrugged, looking just as uneasy.

They waited for several agonizing minutes. Fred willed someone to do something. "Something's wrong. Why isn't anyone doing anything?" he demanded.

Before anyone could respond, there was a loud pop, and Harry landed in the grass with the cup tightly clutched in his hand.

There were cheers all around them; no one seemed to notice the state he was in. No one except for Sirius, Remus, and Fred.

Sirius launched himself out of the stand with Remus close behind. Fred went to follow, but George held him back. "Let me go! I have to get to Harry!"

"You'll only get in the way," George snapped back. "It's already crowded enough as it is."

He wasn't wrong; between Dumbledore, Fudge, Madam Pomfrey, Snape, and the two Marauders, Harry had disappeared.

"Where's Harry?" Sirius demanded as he reached Dumbledore.

"Moody said he was taking him to the hospital wing," Fudge said.

That didn't appease Dumbledore. "Go find them," he ordered.

"What's wrong?" Remus asked.

"Moody wouldn't just remove Harry without anyone noticing," Dumbledore said.

Sirius immediately turned into Padfoot and raced away, following Harry's scent. Whatever had happened in the maze was because of Voldemort, he was sure of it. With the vision Harry had had, who else could it be?

He reached Moody's office and slammed open the door just in time to see Moody with his wand pointed directly at Harry.

"Stupefy!" Sirius shouted, throwing Moody back.

Harry stared at Moody, shock written across his face.

"Are you all right?" Sirius demanded, wincing a little at the stupid question. "Did he hurt you?"

Harry buried his face into Sirius' chest, body shaking.

"Harry?" Sirius prompted. Harry shook his head, still trembling, from pain or fear, Sirius couldn't tell. "What's wrong? Harry, pup, you're scaring me."

Harry lifted his head, expression somber. "Voldemort's back," he whispered.

Just then, Remus burst in along with Dumbledore and Snape.

Remus ran to Sirius' side. "Come on, we need to get him to the hospital wing."

"No," Dumbledore said sharply.