𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
book one of the UL series.
" admit it, you care about me. "
[completed. started editing 12/11/20. ]
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▬▬ eighteen;the graveyard ⋆.｡.:* ☆:**:.
"WHY WOULD MAD-EYE HELP YOU, NO OFFENSE?" Asked Draco as they rushed from the castle back to the maze. The cheering had stopped and students were loudly chatting instead, but the drums and trumpets were still playing.
She didn't even turn around to face him as she sighed, "I noticed it the first lesson, and it hasn't changed—he's nervous with me. Believe me or not, he's gonna help us."
"Shouldn't you talk to Dumbledore instead of just rushing into this alone?"
"I don't know. . . Something just tells me not to," she said.
"Yeah, your teenager mind tells you not to involve the adults. That's an instinct, but I'm your decent friend telling you what is right and what is wrong."
She turned around abruptly and glared at him, "if you don't want to help, feel free to go cheer with the others. But I'm going into that maze and saving my best friend and brother."
"There's Mad-Eye," said Draco, answering her questions as he wasn't leaving her. She followed him to the professor leaning on his crutch just staring into the wall of leaves. The two students glanced at each other before she tapped him on his shoulder, making him turn to return them with furrowed eyebrows.
"What do you want?"
He tried to be big, but she saw the usual insecurities in his eyes as he quickly looked at her. "You're helping me to get to that trophy."
His eyes widened to her statement and then frustration ashed into his expression, "go back to your friends, Kid. I'm not doing something so stupid."
She walked up closer to him, brushing off the warning hand Draco placed on her arm. "I'm not asking. You help me inside or I'll send you to Azkaban."
"Lauren," said Draco. She ignored him once again as the Professor looked at her blankly—he was afraid that she could. Lauren was surprised he thought a teenage girl could do that, but neither did she hesitate to ask at this point because she was desperate as the time was ticking and one red spark had already been shot up in the air from inside the maze.
"He's not going with you," said Mad-Eye.
"What kind of teacher are you? My father will—"
"Shut up or I will turn you into a ferret!" She snapped at him, making him step back with an angry face. "Professor Moody, the time is running out."
The only reason Mad-Eye did this was that he thought that it was supposed to be this way. That the Lord had demanded this to be, so he stepped into the shadows along with Lauren, and then she was gone.
No words could describe the worry and anger that Draco was feeling at that moment. He shoved his finger up before Mad-Eye's face, "she doesn't come back I'm telling the entire world about how you put her in there."
"It was her own choice, boy. Go before someone gets suspicious."
—
An odd feeling crept through her jacket and made her shiver. Not just was it very cold, but the darkness made her incapable of breathing normally. The sky-high bushes made her feel so small and powerless. What caused the most pain was the silence. Only the wind dragging lonely leaves through the dirt ground. The calm before a storm.
Suddenly the ground started to shake, and standing up looking to the endless hall opposite the trophy, she spotted two boys running away from the walls that were closing in behind them. Her dream was now coming true, only this time it wasn't a dream. It was a reality. She could shout, move, and feel the tears in her eyes. Her dream was coming true. It was going to happen.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Shouted her brother from afar.
"Grab the trophy!" Screamed Harry, "You as well Lauren!"
"No, wait! Don't—" But it was too late. Her brother had grabbed her hand as he grabbed the trophy at the same time as Harry did.
It was silent again as they stumbled into the graveyard she had seen before. "You okay?" Cedric asked.
"Yeah," Harry said but Lauren was speechless.
"It's a portkey," Cedric said as he studied the shiny trophy. But Lauren just observed Harry who walked around looking at a devil-like statue.
"I've been here before," he mumbled.
"I have too," said Lauren, catching both their attention. "I've dreamt about this. Us three getting here after grabbing that trophy and we have to go back now before—"
"We have to go!" Repeated Harry as he read the name on the grave.
"What are you talking about?" Frowned the oldest of them. But before anyone could explain a door opened and a familiar person walked out with something so far away from human possible in his arms.
Peter Pettigrew.
A flame was lightened under the big cauldron standing between them and Pettigrew. At the same time, Harry screamed out of pain and pressed his hand against his scar.
"What's going on? Harry?" Cedric went to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Get back to the cup," groaned Harry.
"Not without you Harry, come on!" Lauren cried, but he wouldn't rise to his feet. Her brother, on the other hand, raised his wand to duel the man walking towards them and that's when Lauren screamed at him to run.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Her confident brother shouted, and the raspy voice of the little creature in Peter's arms said,
"Kill the spare."
She ran towards him, as fast as she could and shot out spells to block what was coming for him. But as she reached him he was shot by the green light that had left Pettigrew's wand and he flew backward and landed by the cup.
A heartbreaking scream left her throat. She had seen it coming, she was there to prevent it from happening, but it had happened. She had been too slow. Now it was her fault.
