Previously
Peace at last. All I had to do was wait for the third task. Then I would be free and all i would have to do is sort out my one problem.

Tom Riddle.

Chapter 22
Anastasia POV.

I nervously twisted my thumbs as I watched the clock ticking on the wall. It was one hour before the third and final task. I did not know why I was so nervous but one thing for sure was that something big was going to happen. Good or bead I had yet to find out. As much as I wanted to see into the future I was terrified of what I might mind out if I looked.

Closing my eyes, I leaned back in the chair I was tiring on and cleared my head. I had an headache potion just in case.

I was walking towards the qudditch pitch.

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I was the first champion to enter the Maze.

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Dragon in the centre of the maze.

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Its a trap , glazed eyes and a whispered imperio. Someone used the unforgivable . Screaming, loud screaming, a girls. I'm running towards it a man had his wand pointed at a screaming and thrashing Fluer. The curse came to mind. Crucio.  And a green light.

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I'm running again, I see the cup, the hedges are closing in, I bumped into a body. Ben Potter. We're arguing. We grabbed the cup at the same time.

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We landed in some sort of graveyard. Men were in a circle bowing to the figure standing in the middle. He looked up and directly into my eyes. The one name came to mind before a wolf howl and I was thrown back into my mind.

Grindewald.

I gasped and lurched in my seat, I had just enough time to see two figures sitting on the couch opposite me before I dashed to the bathroom and threw up.

I sat on the floor several minutes, heaving. I closed the lid ,flushed and laid my head onto the closed lid.

Struggling to get up I washed the taste of vomit out of my mouth and looked I to the mirror.

Soft pink hair that reached my shoulders framed my face. Usually bright green eyes that were now dull and sickly pale skin. I looked like the Walking dead.

Remembering the two figures that were sitting in the couches I made my way out of the bathroom and saw my father with.... Peter sitting next to him.

Peter immediately stood when he saw me.
" Are you OK?" he asked, worry clear in his voice and face.

" I'm fine don't worry about it. But their is a seventy percent chance that I might die today. " I sat as I threw myself onto the chair I had previously vacated.

" Repeat that. " my father hissed.

" Father do not worry I can counter all of them. But I need you to know, Grindelwald will  rise by the end of tonight he will be in power once again. His followers will be at some graveyard. " I said reassuring my father, closing my eyes and trying to settle my stomach.

" We need to stop him. " Peter said.

" No matter what we do, he will rise. Theirs no stopping his rise. " I said as I opened my eyes.

" We came to get you, the Third task begins in twenty minutes. " my father broke the silence that had settled. I looked at the clock, I did not realize it has been that long it felt like ten minutes.

Signing I stood up, at least I did not feel like I would through up at any moment. Peter and my father got up as well, we exited my father's living courters . Seeing Peter walk in front of me I grinned and jumped on his back.  Not the most lady like thing to do, but who cared no one could see. He stumbled a bit but soon got his footing. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

" Forward my loyal horse. " I spoke trying to sound like one of those knights in the old days . I'm sure I failed but it was worth a shot.

He laughed and I swear I could here my father mutter something about teenagers. The walk was quite and relaxing. Most of Hogwarts population was in the stands but those who were lingering around the school, stared. I did not know if it was because they recognized Peter from the ball or because I was catching a ride on his back ,one of the most unladylike things to do.

We made our way towards the quidditch pitch in less than ten minutes and as soon as we reached the stand ,everyone either stared or pointed at us, I guess it wasn't everyday that you see a super hot male carrying a girl several inches shorter than him with pink hair on his back. Yeah definitely not a everyday thing.

" Go towards the teachers. " I whispered in Peters ear looking at the group of teachers and judges talking on the other side of the pitch.

" Of course Master. " he replied, even though his voice sounded annoyed I knew he was loving the attention we were getting .

Stopping by the group of teachers my eyes immediately met with dazzling blue eyes that were looking at me. His eyes briefly took in me and Peters position and I did not know if I imagined it or if their was a flash of jealousy that was in his eyes but it was gone before I could make sure .

" You summoned the fair Lady Anastasia. " Peter spoke his voice ringing loud enough for all the teachers to here him.

The stood still for a moment not moving and staring at him like he had two heads. I shook my head . How we were supposed to win a war with that reaction . Thankfully McGonagall snapped out of it first.

" Yes, yes. Mrs Snape -" Peter snorted which we all ignored. "- you are the first champion to enter. Be ready in five minutes, say goodbye to your ......steed " McGonagall  said.

I laughed softly when she called Peter a steed. I guess it was not such a good idea as the next moment I was on the ground with a sting in my butt from when I hit the ground. I glared at Peter . All I got was a smirk and he walked away. The Bastard.

A pale hand was stuck in front of my face and I trailed my eyes up the arm and saw a pair of blue eyes staring down at me. Chestnut brown hair fell slightly into his eyes and all I wanted to was run my hands through his hair. Resisting the urge to do it, I took the offered hand and was immediately hoisted up. I prepared myself to collide with his chest but instead I stopped right in front of him, much to my displeasure . Even though we were to close to be formal I would have preferred to be against his chest.

" Thank you. " I whispered looking at him threw my lashes, I realised that my hand was still in his but did not bother to pull it away. If anything it made me relax and all nerves vanish from my system.

" No problem ." his smooth voice replied .

" Tom I-" what ever I was planning on saying was cut if when he interrupted me.

"Be mine. " his face was serious and it took a moment for his words to register themselves in my head.

" What. " I asked shocked.

" Be mine Anastasia, after all this " he waved a hand around " Go out with me, be mine. " I know we I should of been afraid that his voice was filled with possessiveness and that his eyes flashed crimson for several seconds but I was not afraid. This was a Dark Lord and as much as I did not want to admit it, my crush had turned into something bigger and I might even go as far as saying that I loved him. I did not care for the consequences, I was done being careful, making my life miserable because everything was to dangerous for me. It was time I lived a little.

I smiled and intertwined our fingers together.
" I was already yours since day one, I'm just waiting for you to claim me. " I spoke.  My smile grew as I saw the his eyes staying that beautiful crimson colour .

" It won't be long before I claim yo-" his eyes shifted to something behind me "- be careful in the tournament. " he quickly said and with a last squeeze to my hand he left to go stand by the other judges and Professors.

Turning around, I wanted to see who was the cause of his departure and almost collided with a chest. Looking up I almost growled.

" Peter ." I hissed.

" I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Ana. " he asked worry clear on his face.

" Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. " I said staring into his eyes. Bumping my shoulder against his I asked teasingly.

" Aren't you going to wish me good luck or maybe say Don't die Anastasia. "

" Naa, I know you won't die on me, after all you need to attend my wedding. " he teased back, we stood in silence for a half of a second before we both burst out in peels of laughter.

I was about to make a comment on his fiance when a man's voice rang threw the air.

" All champions make their way towards the staring line. "

Peter brought me in to a bone crushing hug and whispered a good luck in my ear before moving away from me and towards the stands . I shook my head at him and made my way towards the starting line. Catching the eye of my father by the judges I nodded my head towards him and got a small hardly noticeable smile in return.

Shaking my hands out, trying to get rid of the nerves I took a deep breath and stepped onto the starting line.

" Anastasia when the gun goes off you are aloud into the maze. " I nodded at the random guy who spoke.

Breath.

Breath.

Breath

Bre-

Bang.
 
Not wasting any time I shot forward into the maze. Following instinct I ran.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Left.

Left.

Right.

Straight.

Right.

Left.

I stopped and tried to catch my breath. Still panting I looked up. I had two choices. Go right and towards the cup or go left and save Fluers life. Even if she was a bitch she doesn't deserve to die. Shaking my head I felt like naming it against a wall. " Hope you know what you doing Ana. " I muttered to myself and went left. Running down the familiar path I stopped just in time and saw the cloaked figure about to raise his wand. Not knowing what to do I did the first thing that came to mind.

I tackled him. Not even bothering to look at the figure I landed a solid punch to his face and with a sickening crunch his head connected with the ground, knocking him unconscious.

Looking over at Fluer who was, for some unknown reason glaring at me I spoke. " You're welcome. " not bothering to wait for her response or to see if she was OK I started running. As I ran one thought kept on repeating itself in my head ,' I really have to work out more, I shouldn't be this unfit for someone my age '.

I stopped in a pathway and right in front of me was the cup. Before I could even think of moving towards it something crashed into my side and I fell to the ground with a thud. Groaning I opened my eyes and saw Ben Potter sprawled on too of me.

" Get off. " I growled and shoved his meaty ass off me.

He sneered at me and lifted his head but his head swivel back so fast I was surprised it did not break. His gaze locked onto the Cup. Just as I was about to tell him to shove a stick up where the sun don't shine the sound of branches breaking reached my ears. Looking behind me I groaned as I saw the hedges closing in on each other crushing anything in its path.

Getting up I stared to run toward the Cup. Potter was next to me and it was a huge blow to my Ego to see someone as lazy as him could keep up with me.

With a glance to each other we both grabbed the Cup. The last thing I saw was the hedges closing in on each other where we stood not a moment ago. A awful tugging sensation in my gut and a loud girly scream which I assumed was Potter ,we landed with a loud thud.

The little air that was left in my lungs got knocked out of me and I almost threw up.  I did not even have enough time to control my breathing when I was hit with a vision

I was panting on the ground, two cloaked figures walked towards me, grabbed me by the arms and tied my to a statue . The same was done to Potter ,he was next to me and I looked up, the was walking towards us.

Grindelwald.

Not having enough time to recover from the visions or the Portkey ,I did not have enough strength to fight back against the arms that hauled me up and tied me against a statue. It was times like these I wished I had magic.

Once my head stopped spinning and I gained my sight back I saw Potter tied up next to me. I also the figure I wished that would drop dead walk towards us.

Grindelwald, for someone who had been given a new body not hours ago looked healthy. He had shoulder length dirty blonde hair ,light blue eyes and was tanned. He wore a black cloak and I could distantly make out a necklace with the symbol of the hollows on it.

" Welcome, welcome dear guest. " he cheerfully spoke.

I snorted and couldn't help my comment that slipped out. " I don't feel welcomed at all. " I lowered my eyes to the ground hoping that he would not see the pink glow of them when the vision came.

Crucio 

" Crucio. " I screamed, I couldn't hold it back, no matter how much I wanted to. What felt like hours but was merely seconds the curse lifted.

" And who do we have here. " he asked, still cheerful and slowly made his way towards me.

" Aren't you supposed to ask that before you torture your victims. " I snapped ,my voice was raw and my throat was killing me. I could feel my foot and hand twitch from the aftermath of the curse.

" A little spit fire I see. " he chuckled. He gestured with his hand a voice spoke out.

" Severus Snapes the famous potion Masters daughter Anastasia Snape, mother unknown , her name came out of the goblet without anyone entering her. She does not attend Hogwarts and where she has been for the past seventeen years no one knowns "

" Thank you for the introduction. " I spat.

" Yes, I see you have your fathers attitude and sarcasm " he quietly spoke.

I was about to reply when a sniffle made me turn my head and I could of bashed my head against the statue. Potter was actually, fudging crying. Wizards really should choose their savours better.

" Aah, the famous Ben Potter. It has been so long. ".Grindelwald chuckled . I almost snorted when all Potter did was sniffle harder. Sorry Grindelwald, not going to get much of a reaction out of him.

"Release him ,tonight The-boy-who-lived will die . Hand him his wand,we shall duel. " Potter was released and he fell to the ground. Grindelwald threw the first curses. Potter reacted as soon as a cutting curse was aimed at his arm and he cried out in pain. Curses flew back and forth and I did not know who was winning or losing.

Potter threw a luminous at Grindelwald blinding him for a moment. He glanced at me and sneered, he ran towards the Cup and disappeared with a pop. I gasped as the vision ended.

A bright light blinded me for a minute and I heard Grindelwald shout out and a loud pop cut threw the silence.

I stayed still not believing that he had just left me here with theses people.
I looked up at Grindelwalds shout of fury. One thing was for sure, I would not come out of here alive without scars.