𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅 ☆ 16

That night, a week before the third task, Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madam Maxime and Cornelius Fudge led the champions down to the Quidditch pitch. Or what used to be the Quidditch pitch.

The four champions (mostly Rosalyn and Cedric, wondering what they would play Quidditch on next year) goggled at it. Where the pitch would have been was a number of tall, thick, bushy hedges formed to make a maze. It was massive, covering the whole area, and there was no doubt about it. This was the third task.

"Ah, so you've seen it!" Said Fudge rather excitedly. "Now, I take it that you've guessed what this is-"

"You're sending us in zere?" Krum asked bluntly. "Is zis the third task?"

"Yes, yes!" Fudge said, still smiling.

Rosalyn asked. "So what's happening next year? What about Quidditch?"

"Don't worry, you'll have your Quidditch pitch back next year, it's fine!" Fudge said again.

Rosalyn looked pointedly at Dumbledore, sick of Fudge answering everything. "Sir, will there be anything in the maze?"

"I shall tell you about that in due course, Rosalyn," Dumbledore answered calmly.

"So," Fudge took the spotlight back. "The third task is in a week. I would advise you to read up on some hexes and curses, even if they're just moderate. Does anybody else have any questions?"

Everyone shook their heads. No.

"Okay, well, we'll see you here this time next week."

Everyone said goodbye and Rosalyn headed back up to the castle. She had no idea how she was going to survive this week. But once it was over, she would be glad.

Why am I worried? She asked herself. It's not like anyone's gonna die, after all.

However, she didn't realise that she was very, very wrong.

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A week had passed and it was the morning of the third task. Rosalyn was at breakfast with the rest of Gryffindor but, whilst they were tucking into bacon and sausages, she couldn't eat at all.

"Come on, Rosie," Seamus tapped Rosalyn on the shoulder.

"Yeah, you're gonna do great, but you have to eat something!" Harry said.

"Am I, though?" Rosalyn asked. "I... what- what if I-"

"You won't," Ron assured her, his mouth full of food. "Come on, we've got sausage-"

"No, thanks," Rosalyn said pointedly.

Hermione sat down beside her then and said. "Rosie, Professor McGonagall wants to see you, she's in the entrance hall."

"Why me?" Rosalyn asked.

"Well what would she want with us? You're the champion," Ron said, now on the bacon.

Rosalyn sighed and swung herself off the bench, walking out of the hall. She felt eyes on her as she walked, but she kept her head up and stopped herself from reacting. She eventually got to the entrance hall and saw McGonagall there with the other three champions. Gabrielle, Fleur's little sister, was also there.

"Now, now," she said rather hurriedly. "Champions, in a second, you are going to have some very special guests. Guests to watch the third task, now these guests-"

"Fleur! Gabrielle! Rosalie, darling!"

A couple with very blonde hair and pale skin came gliding into the hall. Krum, Cedric and Rosalyn looked at them weirdly and McGonagall looked quite put off. Fleur and Gabrielle, however, instantly kissed these two on the cheek and started a rush of "hellos" in French. Rosalie, meanwhile, also rushed to see her parents, grinning widely.