𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
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ELARA LOOKED AROUND, BEWILDERED. she tried to move towards harry, but she was frozen in place. panic setting in, she began pushing and shoving her throwing herself forwards and backwards, but she could not move her bottom half. she tried shouting, but she could not make a sound. sensing she wasn't actually there, since harry and cedric had both already done a sweep of the place and they made no motion that acknowledged elara was there, she calmed down slightly.
"where are we?" harry said.
cedric shook his head. he got up, pulled harry to his feet, and they looked around.
elara looked around as well. they had left the hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles — perhaps hundreds of miles — for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. they were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. a hill rose above them to their left. elara could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside.
cedric looked down at the triwizard cup and then up at harry. "did anyone tell you the cup was a portkey?" he asked.
"nope," said harry. he was looking around the graveyard. it was completely silent and slightly eerie. "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.
they pulled out their wands. although elara had a feeling she could not help the two boys, she pulled her wand out too. harry kept looking around him. elara had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched.
"someone's coming," harry said suddenly.
squinting tensely through the darkness, elara watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. elara couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, she 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 — elara saw that the thing in the person's arms looked like a baby . . . or was it merely a bundle of robes?
elara, out of the corner of her eye, saw harry lowered his wand slightly and glance sideways at cedric. a wave of dread washed over elara. something was very, very wrong.
