Rosalyn turned on the spot. She was alone. Nothing behind and potentially everything in front.

She slowly walked on, jumping at any noise and shaking hard. She was terrified.

But she still hadn't seen the full powers of the maze. Right now, Cedric was running away from it, unaware that he was completely trapped. He had gone into a danger zone of the maze and it had swallowed him up, he had just escaped.

Krum, meanwhile, was walking through the maze, each foot planted on the ground. He didn't seem to be scared at all. However, the others would soon find out that there was deeper magic going on there.

Fleur was crying, choking, and running like her life depended on it. Which it probably did. She got to a cross road and looked round. Where to go?

Then she screamed when someone snuck up behind her.

Rosalyn heard the scream, and it chilled her blood. She sprinted towards the sound and turned a corner, she saw no one. She squished herself against the hedge and saw Krum.

But this wasn't the Krum Rosalyn knew. This Krum was pale, emotionless and his eyes held no pupils. Rosalyn squished herself further into the hedge at the sight of him.

But her foot caught and twig and, in a flash, Krum turned round, his wand pointing light at her.

This is it, Rosalyn thought, gripping her wand tightly, getting ready to send up red sparks.

But Krum did nothing. He lowered his wand and walked away from her. Rosalyn, frozen to the hedge, looked at the back of his head. What the hell just happened? She asked herself time and time again. Surely Krum would've hexed her, or at least said something, but no, he did nothing.

She didn't think about it anymore, though, as she ran down the dark hedge alleys until she saw something.

A body was lying on the ground, covered in vines. The blonde hair and blue hoodie was enough to tell that it was Fleur Delacour. The vines were stretching around her, however, pulling her in, and she lay on the ground, unconscious.

"Fleur?" Rosalyn asked anyway as the vines continued to drag Fleur under the nearest hedge.

Rosalyn had seen enough. Standing up, she raised her wand to the sky and yelled. "Perriculum!"

A red spark rose into the sky and, once it had reached its peak, it broke into several sparks. Rosalyn had withdrawn Fleur from the task.

At least she'll be safe for Rosalie now.

Alas, as soon as she had thought that, wind started to blow down that section of the maze. Rosalyn's red hair, which she hadn't tied up, blew behind her as she ran away.

Suddenly the maze started to closed up behind her, and she ran and ran to try and get away from it. She ran and ran and she couldn't think of anything but getting out of this alive.

At the end of the alley, or the closed up one at that, she jumped out and landed in a heap on the ground. She panted and choked and lay on the ground, chest rising and falling rapidly.

But she suddenly saw something. Something shining in the darkness. The cup. Rosalyn stared at it in awe, eyes wide. She couldn't believe that she had found it.

However, the maze began to close up, and Rosalyn sprinted towards it, needing this to be over before anything else happened. However, she got to a crossroads and heard an incantation.

Krum was standing to Rosalyn's left, Cedric to her right. She hadn't seen or heard them until now.

Then Krum yelled his incantation and Cedric yelled to her. "Get down!"

Green light came from Krum's wand, but the incantation hadn't been Avada Kedavra. Anyways, the light, whatever it was meant to do, missed Rosalyn by centimetres and went straight for Cedric.

"Get DOWN Rosalyn!" Cedric yelled, and Rosalyn hit the ground, spells flying above her.

She heard more foreign incantations and some of Cedric's before he finally yelled. "Expelliarmus!"

It hit Krum squarely in the chest and he fell to the ground, he got back up though, as he wasn't paralysed.

"Stupefy!" Rosalyn yelled from the ground, pointing her wand at Krum. The spell hit him in the head and he was blasted backwards, stunned.

Cedric ran up to Krum and kicked the wand out his hand. He then pointed his wand at him but Rosalyn shouted another incantation. "Expelliarmus!"

Cedric's wand flew out his hand and Rosalyn ran towards him, holding him back. "No! Stop, Cedric! He's bewitched! He's bewitched!"

"Get off me!" Cedric snarled at her, and Rosalyn had to let go. She wasn't as strong as Cedric, and she knew it.

The two of them ran throughout the maze, both, in their hearts, knowing that they were the only two proper contenders left.

"I- I didn't believe you," Cedric admitted slowing down and facing her.

Rosalyn looked at him, saying. "I noticed," coolly.

"But I realised that a person with as much modesty and heart as you wouldn't do that, and that Rosalie would choose good people to be friends with," he finished. "I can't believe how you coped this year. I wouldn't've."

Rosalyn smiled. "Thanks, that really means a lot."

"Come on, we have to get to that cup and end this!" Cedric yelled as they began to run again.

They rounded a corner and Cedric uttered, "yes," as they saw the cup.

They ran towards it, but the maze wasn't going to make it easy for them. Vines grew underneath their feet and trip hazards grew rapidly.

And, as suspected, Cedric tripped. He fell to the ground, yelling. Rosalyn kept on running, unaware. Halfway between the cup and Cedric, however, she stopped and felt the most conflicted she had ever been.

There was the cup, shining, begging for her to take it, and there was Cedric, thrashing on the ground, yelling for her to save him. She had no idea what to do.

"Rosalyn!" Cedric bellowed, the vines almost completely consuming him. "Rosalyn please! PLEASE!"

Rosalyn knew that this would have been what her parents had gone through, what Neville's parents had gone through. Begging for mercy, with no one to save them. Tortured to death, or insanity, for the rest of their lives. Sirius had had to live with the guilt of making Wormtail the spy, and on Lupin had had to live with the guilt of betraying Dumbledore and letting his friends become animagi.

And Rosalyn wasn't going to live with anymore guilt. She raised her want and shouted. "Reducto!"

The vines consuming Cedric were blasted through and they stopped trying to pull him in at any rate. Cedric, panting, got up off the ground and said, out of breath. "F- for a second there I- I thought you were gonna leave me."

"For a second so did I," was the only thing Rosalyn could think of saying. "But I couldn't live with abandoning you, and doing that to you or Rosalie."

Now, the wind blew down the other side of the maze, which obviously wanted this to be over.

"Come on!" Rosalyn said, and she and Cedric ran down towards the cup.

And suddenly it was right there. In front of them. It glowed white in the darkness, pulling them in.

"Just take it!" Cedric bellowed. "You saved me, take it!"

"Stop being so- modest!" Rosalyn hollered. "That my least favourite thing- about- you!"

Cedric laughed almost sarcastically. "You take it Rosalyn, you'll regret it so much if-"

"Together?" Rosalyn asked, and they counted in unison. "One, two, three!"

On the three, the two of them lunged forward towards the cup, touching it at the same time.

And all of a sudden they were taken out of the maze to go to somewhere different entirely.

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Rosalyn and Cedric landed on the grass in- wherever they were. Getting up, they dusted themselves off.

"You okay?" Cedric asked her.

"I'm fine," Rosalyn said.

"Where are we?" Cedric walked round, but Rosalyn stayed where she was.

They were in a graveyard, a dark graveyard, the cup being the only thing that was light. Rosalyn, however, looked at the number of standing stones around them, one of the graves was special. And she recognised it.

It was a stone figure with a long hood, holding a long stick and the name RIDDLE was carved into it with more moss covered letters below it.

"It's a portkey," Cedric said, kneeling down beside the cup. "The cup's a portkey!" He repeated, as if he hadn't already made himself clear.

Rosalyn meanwhile, was remembering. "I've been here before..." She muttered, and she had. In that dream before summer. She looked up, and sure enough, in the distance, the same house that Frank Bryce had been killed in. Voldemort had been in that dream, and Wormtail...

"Cedric," Rosalyn ordered. "Get back to the cup."

Cedric, however, had stood up away from the cup, and asked her. "What are you talking about?"

Rosalyn yelled. "Just get back to the bloody cup Cedric!"

"No! Tell me what's going on!"

"ARRRGGHH!" Rosalyn had gone to answer, but she had suddenly grabbed her right forearm as it hurt like crazy.

Just then, a lot of things happened. Rosalyn knelt on the ground, screaming in pain and agony, Cedric asked her what was wrong, and she yelled, "get back to the cup!" But there was also a few more things.

Wormtail walked out of a small hut about ten metres away. Rosalyn was so surprised to see him she lost all train of thought, the shock even numbed the pain a little.

There was also one more thing, a fire was magically lit under a cauldron that had gone unnoticed until now.

And the light of the fire revealed a small, baby-like figure wrapped in grossly oversized robes. It looked revolting, and Rosalyn didn't want to get involved with it. However, she had a feeling that she would probably have to.

She knelt down, not wanting to appear brave or stupid, because the would got stamped on. Cedric, however, stood up and raised his wand.

"Wh- who are you? What d'you want?" He shouted.

"Cedric!" Rosalyn hissed. "Stop being stupid! You think you're being noble and modest but-"

"Kill the spare," the figure told Wormtail.

Next came a kill Rosalyn would remember for years. She would remember the voice saying "Avada Kedavra!" She would remember her shout of. "NO!" that no ears would ever hear, she would remember her last cocky words to Cedric that she would always regret. And she would remember the dead look on Cedric's face as he was blasted back by the green light. Dead.

And Rosalyn just stood there, helpless. She couldn't help Cedric. She couldn't help Frank and Alice Longbottom. And she couldn't help James and Lily Potter.

And she also couldn't help Rosalie. When she told her how her boyfriend was dead.

Or when someone else told her that Cedric and Rosalyn were both dead.

Wormtail, however, walked forwards and lifted Rosalyn up by his wand. Silent tears were streaming down Rosalyn's cheeks at the tragedy of Cedric's death and at the pain of her scar.

Wormtail suspended Rosalyn to the gravestone with RIDDLE on it, and trapped her between the stone stick in the hands of the figure and the main gravestone.

Still carrying the small robe-wrapped figure in his arms, Wormtail leant down and started to collect things. "B- bone of the father, un- unknowingly given- you will renew your son."

Rosalyn had no idea what that meant, but sure enough, a bone flew up from the grave and splashed into the cauldron, which already had some sort of elixir in it.

Wormtail picked up a long silver knife and moved forward to Rosalyn. He grabbed her left forearm, the one without the scar, and slit it with the knife, so that her blood stained the knife.

"B-blood of the enemy, unwillingly given, y-you will resurrect your foe," Rosalyn yelled and writhed and begged internally for mercy, but nothing happened. The pain raged on.

Wormtail moved back to the cauldron and shook a few drops of blood off the knife. The cauldron sizzled and frothed.

Last of all, he held the knife to his wrist which shook above the cauldron.

"F-f-f-f-flesh of the se-servent," He winced, looking like he was about to cry. Rosalyn didn't blame him, silent tears were still streaming down her cheeks. Anyway, he did continue. "W-w-wi-willingly given- y-you will revive your master."

And he cut off a huge lump of his right forearm. Rosalyn's tears of pain changed to tears of frustration. She had to remind herself that that piece of scum on the ground was the reason her parents were dead.

Wormtail then, with all the remaining strength he had left, lifted the baby like figure in his hands above the cauldron in a good imitation of a school nativity play then-

Dropped it into the cauldron.

The potion splashed over the side and soaked the dry grass on the ground, then the whole thing went up in flames. Rosalyn didn't want to think about what was going to happen next.

Let it have drowned, she thought, let it have drowned and the plan have failed...

The flaming cauldron melted away and all that was left was a rather large fetus, suspended above the grass. Rosalyn froze. She couldn't scream, nor breathe, nor move.

The fetus started to move. Started to form itself into a body. Robes were suspended like smoke from nowhere, and soon, someone was stood in the middle of Wormtail, grieving on the ground, and Rosalyn, suspended by the gravestone.

But this wasn't the sort of someone you'd like to meet.

This someone had a pale, almost white face, a nonexistent nose and slits for his red eyes.

Lord Voldemort had risen again.