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Author: TheRealMaraJade  Story: Crossing Ways  Chapter: Chapter 2: Watching
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Crossing Ways

Crossing Ways

Author’s note: Ok, I didn’t thank any of the people who have helped me writing and improving this fic in the first chapter *hangs head in shame*, so, I’m going to do so now. I’d like to thank Manu for putting up with me and my crazy ideas and ramblings over this fic, as well as helping me turning them into something readable. I’d also like to thanks Lallybroch for reading this and checking for any grammar mistakes I made, as well as giving me such nice compliments on chapter one - and even nicer ones on chapter two - that I still have a goofy grin on my face over both. This chapter is dedicated to you both, girls. :)


Chapter 2: Watching


It had been almost an hour since the last champion had entered the maze. The students were getting restless and as such, all around the stands you could see small groups of the older ones talking, while the younger students were beginning to show signs of sleepiness.

Bill noticed that Fleur’s little sister, the youngest one in the stands, was already sleeping in her mother’s arms. Madame Maxime whispered something to Fleur’s mother, who nodded and got up, heading to the Beauxbatons carriage.


“Do you think Harry’s all right, Ron? I don’t think he had a good grip on the Stun and Impediment spells yet,” Bill heard Hermione speaking nervously to Ron.


Ron awkwardly placed his hand on Hermione’s shoulder. “He’ll be all right, you taught him well, Hermione.” Ron’s ears were a bright shade of pink. “I know. I was at the receiving end of his spells quite enough during his practice.”


Hermione looked up at Ron, her cheeks a bit tainted by the cold air of the night. Or maybe by something else, thought Bill, smiling slightly.


“And you were quite helpful, Ron, but I should have let Harry train on me a bit too when you were tired of getting stunned, instead of rushing to the next spell.” She looked at her hands. “I think I just didn’t want to be thrown backwards on the floor.”


Ron breathed as he was about to say something, but he never did, because a scream pierced through the night.


Everybody was immediately silent around the maze, exchanging worried glances with one another. Bill looked for Professor McGonagall, Moody, Flitwick and Hagrid, who had been patrolling the maze during the task, and soon he caught a glimpse of Moody and McGonagall approaching the Maze’s entrance.


When they came closer, a limp form could be seen on Professor Moody’s arm.


A blond-haired one.


Madame Maxime and Professor Dumbledore approached them. After what seemed like a quick disagreement between Madame Maxime and Madam Pomfrey, Madame Maxime charmed a stretcher out of thin air to place Fleur on and headed to their carriage.


Professor Dumbledore turned to the anxious-looking crowd. “Miss Delacour tried to go through a Stun Wall – ” which is much stronger than a regular Stunning spell and as such can’t be counter-acted with an Enervate spell, thought Bill, “– and was knocked out. She is well, despite the fact that she is Stunned, and will awake in a couple of hours. Therefore, she is disqualified from the Triwizard Tournament.”


Dumbledore had just finished saying that when red sparks came up from the Maze. Hagrid immediately went towards the spot they had marked, and disappeared down the maze. A few minutes later, he left the maze carrying another student in his arms.


“Viktor!” yelled Hermione, getting up with the clear intention of going towards the Durmstrang champion.


However, seeing Ron’s dark look in her direction, Hermione restrained herself and slowly sat back down. Bill couldn’t help but smirk. He remembered his first attempts trying to figure out girls, and he felt sorry for his brother. Without a clue about what the girls around him wanted – not that it improved with time – or why they acted a certain way around certain girls.


Well, at least Ron seemed to be learning. Bill recognised that look on his face as one from someone fighting hard against his instincts. And by the looks of it, Ron’s instinct was to make some nasty remark.


Looking back at the people standing near the entrance of the maze, Bill saw Karkaroff carrying Krum away, the boy’s parents with him.


Dumbledore’s voice rang over the chattering crowd again. “Mr. Viktor Krum has also been disqualified from the Tournament. Now we only have Mr. Diggory and Mr. Potter on the run for Triwizard Champion.”


“Yeah! Either way it’ll be a Hogwarts victory!” Bill heard someone shout. He looked at Dumbledore, wondering if he would find at least a tiny hint of pride in his wizened eyes.


There was no such thing. Bill should have known; Dumbledore was one of the most humble people in the world.


Dumbledore quietly talked to McGonagall, Hagrid and Moody. Before long they were once again around the maze, patrolling it just as they had been doing earlier, but with more urgency this time.


Soon McGonagall and Moody were back from their watching spots over the maze. Bill paid attention to them hoping to get some news on how Harry and Cedric were going along.


“The Cup is still on its place, Dumbledore. Potter and Diggory must be still trying to sort out the maze,” Moody informed.


“I saw Potter walking down one of the paths midway towards the Cup, Albus. And Hagrid told me he saw Mr.Diggory as well,” McGonagall said.


Dumbledore nodded. “Thank you, Professors. You may return to your watching spots now.”


Half an hour passed without anything happening. Most people on the stands were already looking tired and bored by now. Ginny was sleeping with her head on George’s shoulder, her brow creased and her face very white against his black robe. George had his left arm across her back, and was holding her to his side. Fred was seated next to Ginny, and was talking animatedly with a pretty black girl next to him.


Molly’s yawn from his other side caught Bill’s attention. He smiled at his mum.


But the sound of a shuddering gasp turned his attention back to the twins. Ginny had woken up suddenly, and her face was almost as white as a ghost’s. Her hands were shaking when she removed her hair from her eyes. George squeezed her left shoulder. “Are you all right, sis?”


Ginny looked at his brother, her eyes unfocused for a moment. It took her a while to answer. “Yes,” she whispered. “It was just…just a nightmare.”


Fred interrupted his conversation to look worriedly at his little sister. “You haven’t had one of those since…”


“I know, Fred,” Ginny snapped. “But this one…was different.” She blanched even more. “I think I’m just worried about Harry, that’s all.”


“Don’t you want to go up to your dormitory, Ginny? You don’t look well, I don’t think the night’s cold did you much good. Besides, you were already sleeping here, it would be not only warmer but also cosier at your dormitory.” Mrs. Weasley said.


Ginny looked up at her mum with a small smile on her lips. “Yes, I think I will do just that, Mum.”


“Do you want me to go with you up to the castle?” asked Bill, concerned. He remembered far too well the reason for Ginny’s nightmares two years before.


“I’ll go with her, Bill,” said George, standing up.


Fred also stood up. “Me too. Angelina, do you want to come with us or stay here?”


“No, I’ll go with you,” the pretty girl that had been talking to Fred answered.


The small group bid Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron and Hermione goodnight and left.


Bill followed them up to the castle with his eyes. He was worried about Ginny. Ever since his parents had told him about Tom Riddle’s Diary and how little Ginny had opened the Chamber of Secrets under its influence… Not to mention the nightmares Ginny started to have during that episode. Bill clenched his teeth in anger when he thought about it.


It was not long before Ginny and the others had left that a commotion started to take place at the other end of the stands.


“That was Harry, wasn’t it?” Hermione asked Ron, worried.


“Yeah, I think so. And he looked unconscious.” Ron was already halfway down the stands, Hermione right behind him.


Bill looked at the place where the Professors had been sitting, and noticed that Dumbledore and Fudge weren’t there. He got up and turned to Mrs. Weasley to ask her to wait while he found out what was happening.


Or at least that was what he wanted to do.


When he looked at where she had been sitting, Bill found the spot empty. “Mum?”


Bill looked over the agitated crowd, and found his mother running past Ron. She’s quite fast for her age, thought Bill, as he pushed through the crowd after her. When they got to the source of the commotion, they saw the Diggorys crying over someone’s body.


Cedric’s body.


Bill just stood there, unsure of what to do. His mother had kneeled next to Mrs. Diggory and placed her hand on her shoulder. Mrs. Diggory turned to her, and both friends hugged. Mr. Diggory was crying uncontrollably over his dead son’s chest.


Someone touched his shoulder. “Bill.”


It was Ron. His eyes were focused on Cedric, and he looked rather pale. “Professor Flitwick told me he saw Professor Moody taking Harry to the Hospital Wing.”




Once Mrs. Weasley felt she had comforted Mrs. and Mr. Diggory as much as she possibly could, the Weasleys and Hermione set off to the castle.


However, when they got to the Hospital Wing, Harry was nowhere to be found.


“Where is he? What happened to Harry?” Ron asked, almost out of breath after running through Hogwarts staircases and corridors.


“If you are looking for Mr. Potter, he isn’t here, Mr. Weasley,” Madam Pomfrey answered briskly.


“How can he not be here? He was unconscious, probably hurt! Why isn’t he here?” Mrs. Weasley demanded.


Madam Pomfrey repeated, “He isn’t here. Now, this is a Hospital Wing, you can’t just come in here and start shouting like this…”


“But Professor Flitwick told us he would be here,” cried Hermione. “Where is Harry? What happened to him?”


“Madam Pomfrey, have you seen Harry at all after the Third Task?” Bill asked calmly, trying to gather at least some piece of information from the harassed looking and increasingly irritated nurse before they were all kicked out for being so loud.


“Harry! Oh, Harry!”


Bill turned from Madam Pomfrey to his mother, who was running towards a weary-looking Harry that had just entered the room accompanied by Professor Dumbledore. Before she could reach him, however, Dumbledore came to stand in front of her. “Molly,” he said, effectively silencing her with his hand raised, “please listen to me for a moment. Harry has been through a terrible ordeal tonight. He has just had to relive it for me. What he needs now is sleep, and peace, and quiet. If he would like you all to stay with him,” Dumbledore looked at Bill, Ron and Hermione, “you may do so. But I do not want you questioning him until he is ready to answer, and certainly not this evening.”


Mrs. Weasley nodded. She was very white, but that didn’t prevent her from rounding on her children. “Did you hear? He needs quiet!”


Bill forced back down a chuckle that had threatened to leave his lips at his Mum’s antics.


“Headmaster,” said Madam Pomfrey, “May I ask what -?” She was looking at a large black dog Bill didn’t know how he had missed before.


“This dog will be remaining with Harry for a while,” said Dumbledore simply. “I assure you, he is extremely well-trained.” Dumbledore turned to Harry. “Harry – I will wait while you get into bed. I will be back to see you as soon as I have met with Fudge, Harry. I would like you to remain here tomorrow, until I have spoken to the school.” Dumbledore left.


Harry followed Madam Pomfrey behind the Infirmary’s screen, changed his clothes for pyjamas, and got into bed. Bill followed Ron, Hermione, his Mum and the black dog - that looked uncharacteristically harmless, taken his size - around the screen, and they settled themselves in chairs on either side of him.


“I’m all right. Just tired,” said Harry.


Molly unnecessarily smoothed the bedcovers, her eyes filled with tears.


Madam Pomfrey came back holding a goblet containing what Bill recognised as a strong Sleeping Draught. “You’ll need to drink all of this, Harry. It’s a potion for dreamless sleep.”


Harry had drunk only half the Goblet when he fell back onto his pillow, sound asleep.


“If you need me, I will be in my office,” Madam Pomfrey said and left.


“What do you think happened?” asked Ron, after a few minutes.


“Shh. Haven’t you heard Professor Dumbledore? Harry needs to rest. We can find out what happened later,” hissed Mrs.Weasley in an angry voice.


And so, they fell into a silent watch over Harry.



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