This fanfic's is based off the third movie 'Harry potter and the prison of Azkaban' and so on.
What if Harry potter wasn't the only one with a story to tell. Everyone knows about the 'Boy-Who-Lived' However, no one talks about the story of the curse...
Me, Harry and Neville were walking down the small hill towards the boats for heading into the middle part of the black lake where held the second task.
"Neville, did you managed to get a hold of any?" Harry asked Neville who turned to hand over to us both some Gillyweed.
"Your our hero." I whispered to him making his ears turn pink from embarrassment. Bless him.
As we walked closer to the boats, I realised that i still haven't seen Amelia around since yesterday.
"Neville, have you seen Amelia or the others by any chance?" I asked with worry.
"No actually. Not since yesterday." Neville repiled. I suddenly felt light headed from the thoughts of something bad happening to her.
I was walking far behind Neville and Harry as they talked amongst themselves. Harry turned to Neville angrily. Whatever that boy said defiantly caused this. I noticed that Harry seemed on high alert. I don't exactly blame him.
We entered the boats and rowed out towards the middle of the black lake. Me and Harry separated from Neville and stood with the rest of the champions before the second task was announced.
I looked down at my hand that held the gillyweed and tried not to throw up at the thought of digesting it.
"Looks like shit." I whispered to myself before hearing my name being called from the stands.
I turned to see Malfoy and his goons, rooting for me, along with Elizabeth and Stacy. I blew them all a kiss and faced back round to take off my robe to reveal my swimware.
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I had a dinosaur design on the top half of my swim-suit with plane black swim pants ( Fuck knows what they're called).
I hated how exposed I felt to everyone. I glanced back to the stadium/stands and saw Malfoy averting his eyes.
Dumbledore began to announce the second task.
"Welcome to the second task. Last night, something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure of sorts. These five treasures, one for each champion, now lie at the bottom of the black lake. In order to win, each champion must find and retrieve what has been took, but will only have an hour to do so." Dumbledore explained the task and made me become nervous throughout his speech.
Professer Moody walked over to us and told us to eat the gillyweed. I gagged before swallowing the contents down, wiping the sides of my mouth afterwards.
'Disgusting.'
The canon shot and we all jumped in with no effort. All except Harry.
As I swam deeper into the black lake, I could feel myself changing in parts of my body. Strange gills appeared on the sides of my neck and my hands and feet became more fish like. My hair flew flawlessly in the water and my cheek bones toned in more. I blended in with the merpeople.
