Between Crown and Heart

Galaxy Charmé gets nearly kidnapped by death eaters but luckily she's saved by Albus Dumbledore who has been searching for her for the past few years as the death eaters did.But why?Galaxy is told that she will end a cruel war,but how if she has never heard anything about true magic?How if she neither has faith in magic,nor in herself?Strange things happen to her and she falls in love with her Professor Severus Snape who will never belong to her as long as she won't confess her love to him.
Time passes then and she learns what important role she plays in this war and moreover how she has to fulfill it:She has to betray everyone she is fond with.She has to leave them alone when they need her most.And her love's fate is already sealed before her own fate was.
How will she experience her new destiny and how the loss of her life?In the end she will need a shoulder to cry on after her sacrifices but no one will be there for her.Thus be you there for her and give her a shoulder to cry on.


64. The Graveyard

I screamed until we fell down on the ground.

I looked up. Our surrounding appeared to be a strange graveyard.

"Everyone alright?" Cedric asked and walked up to me, to help me stand up, just like a proper gentleman.

"Yeah, you?" Harry asked.

"Thanks." I smiled shyly at Cedric.

He released me and I turned around to see how Harry was doing.

Right then I saw that grave with that hooded figured and I started to shiver.

"That's the graveyard from my dreams!" I whispered scared.

Cedric looked at me confused and walked up to me.

"I've been here before!" Harry said.

"Me too!" I whispered and looked with fear at the grave.

"It's a portkey. Harry the cup is a portkey." Cedric said instead.

"I've been here before in a dream, Cedric."

"Me too!" I said again and louder than before.

Harry turned around and looked at me.

"We have to get back to the cup. Now!" We both said in union.

"What?" Cedric asked confused and looked from Harry to me and back at Harry.

Right then Harry started screaming and held his head in his hands.

"What is it?" Cedric asked and we both walked up to Harry.

"Get back to the cup!" He said with great afford.

I touched Harry and tried to support him by his shoulders. Right then the pain started in my head too and I screamed just like Harry.

"What's happening?" Cedric asked scared.

Cedric held me and I grabbed him, releasing Harry. The pain stopped but not for Harry.

"Cedric, drag Harry to the portkey." I ordered and pulled Cedric with Harry towards the cup. Right then we saw a figure carrying a child approaching us.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Cedric asked nervously.

"Maybe they are just here to grieve about their lost beloved one?" I thought.

"Cedric, come on!" I whispered.

"Kill the spare." A scary and inhuman voice said suddenly.

A cold shiver ran down my back.

"The girl or the boy?" An other voice said nervously.

"The boy!" The first voice aspirated furiously.

A green light came from the person with the child towards us.

"Down!" I shouted and was relieved that my guardian trained with me my defensive skills.

I was pressing my cheek to the grass and closed my eyes tightly, hoping that would help and save us.

"Cedric!" Harry screamed.

I looked up and saw a second time into lifeless eyes.

Cedric was dead.

"N-no...!" I said and shook his death body.

"Stand up! We have to go back to the cup!" But he didn't move. Tears started rolling down.

"My dream! It became true! I couldn't safe him!" I thought with great grieve.

Suddenly, my head was cleared and I couldn't cry for Cedric nor sorrow after him.

Instead I thought:

"I can save Harry and I will!"

"Harry! We have to go!" I shouted determined.

I jumped up and Harry too. But before he could move any further a man grabbed him by his collar and pushed him to the grave with the hooded figured.

"Hey! Stop! Get off!" I screamed and slapped the stranger on his back.

The child wasn't in his hands anymore, I didn't know where it was.

"She! Beside him!" The scary voice said.

The man turned around. For the first time I saw his face. An ugly and cowardly looking man with one finger left was approaching me.

He was the same man from my dreams.

"Stand back!" I shouted but he didn't stopped. I walked backwards and pointed my wand at him.

"Back!" I said but he grabbed me right then by my wrist of my wand arm and pushed me against the hooded statures beside Harry.

My wand obviously fell down on the ground and left me defenseless.

The hooded figures hugged us somehow but it wasn't a friendly hug, it was a capturing hug, a hug to prepare us for our deaths.

"Do it, now!" The eerie voice ordered.

The man with one finger missing turned around and jinxed a cauldron in the middle of the graveyard. There was already something in it because it was bubbling and shining.

Then he took the child and dropped it in the cauldron. I gasped.

"He drowned the child!" I thought.

Then that man said: "Bones of the father, unwillingly given." And then he tossed some bones for real in that liquid! Bright sparks erupted.

"Flesh of the servent willingly sacrificed." He went on and took a knife from his robes.

Then he held his arm over the cauldron and... cut his arm apart! He screamed.

I gulped and everything started spinning and my mouth tasted bitter.

Now the man with an arm left made his way towards us. He panted hard and it took great afford for him to resume that ritual with a body part missing and though great pain.

"Blood of the enemy forcibly taken." He said and tore apart Harry's sleeve with his knife.

"No! No!" I screamed and struggled. Now he wanted to cut Harry's arm too!

"You disgusting scum! Don't you dare to touch him!" I shouted and struggled for release again.

The man smiled at me evilly and pushed the knife into Harry's skin. Harry gasped in pain. Blood streamed out.

Then the man took the few blood drops to the cauldron and poured it in.

Then that man came back and turned to me this time. I gulped and kept my mouth shut. All my confidence swept away for me.

The man with an arm missing looked at me evilly and smiled a horrible smile which included signs of suppressed pain.

He held the knife in the air and pointed with its' tip at me.

Panic rose inside me and I struggled in the arms of the hooded statue for release.

"He will cut me into little pieces!" I thought.

That man was too close and he was able to stab the knife into my sleeve and flesh. I whimpered because of the pain.

I felt warm liquid flooding down my arm.

"Your… blood…!" That man said in wonder as he examined my blood drop on the knife. The he started giggling and scared me only more.

He walked back and shook my blood drop off the knife.

"The dark lord shall rise again."

With that the man slumped down on his knees and started weeping.

"Dark Lord?" I whispered.

That made me to remember the first conversation with Dumbledore in his office. He showed me his first memory of Tom Riddle.

Back then I concluded that if he was going to raise again that I might be his assistant.

I feared that know. I didn't want to become his assistant.

Suddenly the liquid started to bubble more and I believed that the cauldron was going to fall down because of the movements the strong bubbling caused.

Something started to raise from the cauldron.

It was something disgusting and it even smelled disgusting!

Something like a cocoon! Under the white surface was an icky shadow wobbling around, struggling for freedom.

Flames roared up and a person appeared out of the cocoon.

A person with a bald head, white skin, red eyes and slits instead of a nose.

"My wand Wormtail." The voice of that man ordered.

That man from earlier with one arm left, Wormtail, pick himself together and stood up to give that man his wand.

Then Wormtail held his left arm, the other one who was still where it belongs to, in front of him and the man pointed with his new wand at that image.

The sky darkened and several hooded figures appeared. They formed a circle around the new born man. He talked to them but I couldn't hear what he said.

After a while something different happened. The man with no nose jinxed a silver arm into the air which was floating down to Wormtail.

The circle of hooded figures tear open and the man walked towards us but stopped in front of Cedric. He rested his feet on Cedric's face and said:

"Oh, such a handsome boy."

"Don't touch him!" Harry and me said.

He looked up and walked up to us with a big smile on his face.

"Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here and you, the Great Lady! Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you but word has it you're both almost as famous as me these days. The boy who lived and the Lady."

He spoke to me: "I will deal with you in a minute. Harry Potter gets the first turn." He made me nervous and impatient but it wasn't less pleasant than Harry's feelings.

Then he turned to Harry.

"How lies have fed your legend Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? It was love.

You see when dear sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch you. It was old magic, something I should have foreseen." I listened curiously. I've always wondered what happened to Harry's parents.

"But no matter, no matter. Things have changed, I can touch you now!"

He stretched out one long finger towards Harry and touched his scar. Harry screamed.

"Stop! Stop!" I shouted and struggled for release.

He moved backwards and took his finger from Harry's forehead away. He laughed impressed.

"Astonishing what a few drops of your

blood will do eh Harry and yours?" He looked from Harry to me.

It was an icy cold stare with no love or sympathy, only pure venom, darkness and hate. I shivered and wasn't able to do nor think beside how dangerous and scary he was.

Voldemort turned around and made with his wand the statue move, though Harry was released but only Harry, not me. I tried pushing the arm of the statue away but it wouldn't move.

I was forced to watch what was going to happen and I feared that.

"Pick up your wand Potter." Voldemort said but Harry remained ons knees.

"I said pick it up, get up. Get up!" He said angry. In the end Harry stood up and held his wand in his hand.

"You've been taught how to duel I presume yes? First we bow to each other." The man bows down but Harry didn't.

"Come on now Harry the niceties must be observed, Dumbledore would not want you to forget your manners now would he? I said bow!" The man pointed his wand angrily at Harry and Harry was forced to bow down.

I just stood there in the arms of the statue and watched fearful what was going on.

Suddenly the man casted a spell on Harry and Harry hit the ground painfully.

"Harry!" I shouted.

"Atta boy Harry, your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy muggle mother." Harry was angry at this but he didn't do anything emotional.

"I'm going to kill you Harry Potter, I'm going to destroy you. After tonight no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight if they speak of you they'll speak only of how you begged for death, and I being a merciful lord obliged. Get up."

Voldemort pulled Harry up and released him to walked back to from where he casted the first spell at Harry.

Suddenly Harry hid behind me, behind that grave with the hooded figures.

"Don't you turn your back on me Harry Potter I want you to look at me when I kill you, I want to see the lights leave your eyes." The man said and shot spells at me.

I screamed. He didn't hit me but the stone around me shattered into little pieces and they hit me painfully everywhere.

Harry came out and looked at me concerned.

"No, go back Harry! Now! I'm alright go back!"

I said but he looked away from me and faced that man and said: "Have it your way."

"Harry! Go back!" I shouted helpless.

"He can't! No! He can't!" I thought desperately.

Both raised their wands and shot a spell at each other.

Their spells collide and now they were holding as long as the other one gave up.

"He's mine!"

Tom Riddle shouted to the hooded figures who he had called.

Suddenly white mist came out of Voldemort's wand beside the spell he casted.

Three ghosts floated beside him, one of a woman and two of men.

One man was very much looking like Harry, I believed that this was his father. The other man was ... Cedric! I gasped.

What was going on?!

The three of them seemed to communicate to Harry and encourage him.

I couldn't hear what they were talking but they seemed to have comforting words for him.

I saw that Harry lowered his wand.

"Harry! No!" I shouted.

"Did he go mad or why is he pointing his wand away?! "

But then the ghosts flew towards that man and Cedric's ghost flew to me and released me.

"Tell Cho that I love her." Cedric said. I nodded a little shocked that Cedric's ghost was talking to me.

"Hurry up to Harry and the cup, Galaxy." These words were his last to me. He joined the other ghosts and vanished.

Only then I was able to see what a chaos was around me.

The hooded figures shot spells at Harry and me, they were running madly through the graveyard and Voldemort was frantically stopping them at what they were doing.

"Come on!" Harry shouted. I ran up to Harry who had Cedric's body close to him, dodged the several spells and jumped the last two steps to grab the cup.

I felt the cold metal in my hand and we started flying and spinning again and going where we supposed to be.


This chapter contains extracts from the script of the movie Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, taken from

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