adored by him | *under editing*

fourth year × 57

The Weasley twins were shouting, taking bets as the students made their way to the Black Lake.

Harry made his way down with Ron and Neville holding some type of plant in his hand. Gillyweed. "You're sure about this, Neville?"

"Absolutely."

"For an hour?"

"Most likely." Neville looked down sheepishly. Harry stopped in his tracks.

"Most likely?"

"Well, there's been some debate amongst Herbologists about the effects in salt water vs. fresh water." He looked down further.

"You're telling me this now?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.

Ron put a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, mate. He was only trying to help."

Harry sighed. "Well he's a right sight better than Hermione." Ron gave him a look. "And Nadia." Harry added reluctantly. "Where are they anyway?"

Ron shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"You seem a little tense, Harry." Neville commented.

"Do I?"

Then, Dumbledore's voice boomed from the loudspeaker as the Champions lined up on the dock. "Welcome to the second task. Last night, something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure of sorts. These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake. In order to win, each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough. Except for this, they will have one hour to do so and one hour only. After that they'll be on their own."

"Put that in your mouth." Moody hissed to Harry. He quickly put the Gillyweed in his mouth but began choking.

"You may begin at the start of the canon." Dumbledore continued.

The canon fired and three of the champions gracefully dived in. Harry, however, was pushed in by Moody, still struggling to get the Gillyweed down his throat.

Above the water, Seamus and Dean watched in confusion. "What's the matter with him?" Seamus asked.

"I don't know, I can't see him." Dean answered, peering down into the water.

Neville turned exasperatedly. "Oh my god! I've killed Harry Potter!"

Suddenly, Harry flew into the air like a dolphin, gaining cheers from the crowd.

Draco sneered, pacing slightly. He hadn't seen Nadia all day and he'd began to get worried. Everyone was here so why wasn't she?

He spotted Ashton and Sam in the stands so decided to talk to them, taking no notice of the strange looks he was getting.

"Rivers? Ripley?" He questioned. The girls looked up confused.

"Can we help you?" Ashton enquired with raised eyebrows.

"Have you seen Nadia?" He sounded frantic.

"No. She never came back to the dorm last night. We figured she was with you." Sam said, concern laced through her words.

"I haven't seen her since--" He was cut off by Dumbledore's voice echoing through the cheers.

"The Beauxbatons champion Miss Delacour has unfortunately been forced to retire. She will take no further part in this task."

The three started to feel uneasy the more time that went by.

Fleur was going out of her mind, thinking that she'd let her sister down as she couldn't save her. She was scared that she was going to lose her.