We had tests over the next few days.

I successfully managed to scare McGonagall after our test by asking her what transfiguration was, while acting like I was serious.

I thought the poor woman would faint.

Anyways, we helped Harry practice all types of hexes, charms, jinxes and curses that would help him in the maze.

I was also joining the sixth years who were taking apparating classes, with special permission from McGonagall, Moody, and Dumbledore; all of whom I think were trying to stop me joining Harry in the maze. I proudly let you know I didn’t splinch myself, and everyone thinks I’m awesome at apparating. (Surprisingly enough, I can just jump really far.)

Oh, and by the way, Harry’s five minutes from going into the maze, I’m just floating in an anti-apparation orb held up by Professors Snape, Dumbledore, Moody, MG, and Flitwick. There’s also someone else, but I don’t know who they are.

So yeah, I’m just chilling here wondering if this orb will actually work.

The cannon blasted, and Harry and Bella went into the maze; then Krum; finally followed by Fleur.

I realised this was the most boring task.

I couldn’t see what was going on. I couldn’t run from a dragon. I couldn’t be a mermaid.

This year’s been pretty epic.

Just saying.

I’m casually going to list all of the memorable moments this year.

1.       I met Harry’s family

2.       I went to Ron’s place

3.       Fred and George were trying to make joke-shop lollies

4.       We sang the llama song together

5.       They threw me a party

6.       Then my life was ruined by a headache

7.       Harry asked too many questions

8.       I saw Quidditch

9.       Saw death eaters for the first time

10.   Then I saw my pretty dress

I stopped listing things as I felt that tug.

The apparation tug.

So Harry’s in trouble of some sort, and I’m being dragged along with him.

Or trying to be.

“How well does this orb thing work?” I shouted to Dumbledore.

“Why do you ask?” Professor Mg and Dumbledore asked in unison.

“’Cause I’m about to apparate if I’m too awesome for your orb.”

“You took the classes, just don’t apparate!” The random teacher said.

“They taught me how to apparate! Not how not to apparate!” I yelled.

“Well, we’re all really talented, and the orb will work anyway.”

“I’M TOO SEXY FOR YOU ORB! SO SEXY I-“ and I apparated mid-song. “-apparate.” I finished sadly. “whoa! Shit! Hazza! We are so not at school!” I added as I appeared in some graveyard.

No one was there.

I just apparated into an empty graveyard that is spooky and I feel like I’m about to die.

I’d scream, but hey, I’ve seen movies.

I know the dumb girl screams and gives away her position.

So I wont scream.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I shrieked as Harry and Bella appeared in front of me.

I said I wouldn’t scream, but I lied.

“AHH!” I heard Harry say as he looked at me.

He was on the floor, apparently his leg was injured.

“Where are we?” Bella asked.

I shrugged.

“Did anyone tell you the cup was a portkey?” asked Bella.

“Nope,” Harry said. “Is this supposed to be part of the task?”

 “I dunno," said Cedric. He sounded slightly nervous. "Wands out, d'you reckon?" 

"Yeah," said Harry and I in unison. I was glad that Cedric had made the suggestion.

We pulled out our wands.

“Cedric, Harry. I’m scared. I’m really ****ing scared.” I muttered. “If anything happens, what do you want me to tell everyone?”

“Tell my folks I love them.” Cedric said to me. “And tell Cho...Tell her it’s okay to move on. Tell her to be happy.”

He’s actually really sweet.

“Harry? What about you?”

“If I die Willow,” Harry said staring through the darkness. “I’m taking you with me.”

“Thanks Hazza,” I said drowning in sarcasm.

"Someone's coming," Cedric said suddenly. I felt him push me behind a gravestone.

Not even my fear could penetrate my curiosity. I peered around the stone, and squinting tensely through the darkness, I watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward us between the graves. I couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, I could tell that it was carrying something. 

Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And - several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time - I saw that the thing in the persons arms looked like a baby ... or was it merely a bundle of robes? 

Baby or not, this shit was scaring me.

What can I do? What can I do? How can I alert someone? Who’s someone that can help?

Dumbledore, McGonagall, Fudge!

Umm, the ministry of magic!

“Aguamenti!”I whispered. A small jet of water hit the ground. Let it be enough. Let it be enough to alert the ministry.

It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second. 

I heard Harry yell in pain, and then I heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare." 

A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!" 

A blast of green light blazed across my face, and saw Cedric collapse to the ground.

I felt tears stream down my face; my heart seemed to stop; I couldn’t breathe; he’s dead.

I couldn’t comprehend it.

I watched in petrified horror as the short man in the cloak put down his bundle, lit his wand, and dragged Harry toward the marble headstone.

I wish I could apparate at will.

"You!" I heard Harry gasp.

I was now completely concealed behind the tombstone, and I didn’t dare move.

Every passing moment seemed like an eternity.

I heard the high, cold voice again. 

"Hurry!" 

"It is ready. Master." Said a voice I recognised as Wormtail.

"Now ..." said the cold voice. 

Wormtail was speaking. His voice shook; he seemed frightened beyond his wits. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and spoke to the night. 

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!" I heard some weird noises, and then the sound of something dropping into water. And now Wormtail was whimpering. His voice broke into petrified sobs. "Flesh - of the servant - w-willingly given - you will - revive - your master.”

I was still oblivious to what had happened, but the scream that pierced the night went through me. I heard something thud to the floor, and then splash. Something had turned a burning red; the light of it shone through the graveyard. . . . 

Wormtail was gasping and moaning with agony.

"B-blood of the enemy . . . forcibly taken .. . you will. . . resurrect your foe." 

“No.” I tried to say. I tried to will myself up. To fight. To stop it. But I couldn’t. I felt as though I was being forced down. Immobile.

I heard another noise, then blinding white light shone through the cemetery.

"Robe me," said the high, cold voice.

I might be one of the dumbest people in all existence, but there was one thing I knew.

Lord Voldemort had risen again.