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Katrina's POV

I felt myself slam flat into the ground; my face was pressed into grass; the smell of it filled my nostrils. I had closed my eyes while the Portkey transported me, and I kept them closed now.
I did not move. All the breath seemed to have been knocked out of me; my head was swimming so badly I felt as though the ground beneath me were swaying like the deck of a ship. To hold myself steady, I tightened my hold on the two things I was still clutching: the smooth, cold handle of the Triwizard Cup and Cedric's body. I couldn't get the courage to check if he was alive or not, too scared of the answer. If he was dead, then it would have been entirely my fault, and I couldn't handle that thought right now.

I felt as though I would slide away into the blackness gathering at the edges of my brain if I let go of either of them. In the back of my mind, I felt Harry's tight grip around my waist, but for the first time, I wasn't comforted by this. Normally, Harry's presence calmed me down, but it didn't seem to be working this time around. Shock and exhaustion kept me on the ground, breathing in the smell of the grass, waiting...waiting for someone to do something...something to happen...and all the while, my scar burned dully on my collarbone...

A torrent of sound deafened and confused me; there were voices everywhere, footsteps, screams...I remained where I was, my face screwed up against the noise, as though it were a nightmare that would pass...

Then a pair of hands seized me roughly and turned me over. "Katrina! Katrina!"

I opened my eyes.

I was looking up at the starry sky, and my grandfather was crouched over me. The dark shadows of a crowd of people pressed in around us, pushing nearer; I felt the ground beneath my head reverberating with their footsteps.

We had come back to the edge of the maze. I could see the stands rising above me, the shapes of people moving in them, the stars above.

I let go of the cup, but I clutched Cedric to me even more tightly. I raised my free hand and seized my grandfather's wrist, while his face swam in and out of focus.

I wanted to tell him about Voldemort and that he was back and about the death eaters and their plans to recruit the giants and dementors but as I stared into my grandfather's worried blue eyes, I got side tracked. The world was going black.

"Mum, I saw my mum, she was so pretty..." I mumbled as I clenched my grandfather's wrist. The world was spinning and I could barely keep my eyes open. I vaguely heard Harry giving Dumbledore the news that Voldemort was back before I finally gave in and let the dark overwhelm me.


I blearily came back to consciousness to find that was being carried in someone's arms. I heard a clunk with every other step of their foot and quickly realized it must be Mad-Eye Moody who was carrying me. I looked over as best I could, to see Harry stumbling alongside.

"What happened. Harry? Katrina?" Moody asked us when he saw that I was awake in his arms. I looked at Harry silently pleading with him to answer for the both of us. I just didn't have any energy left in me.

"Cup was a Portkey," said Harry as we crossed the entrance hall. "Took me, Cedric and Katrina to a graveyard...and Voldemort was there...Lord Voldemort..."

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Up the marble stairs...

"The Dark Lord was there? What happened then?"

"Tried to kill Cedric...Kat saved him...I think...we didn't get a chance to check."

"And then?"

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Along the corridor...

"Made a his body back..."

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