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To Guests:

Thank you. I tried to get people's reactions correct. That's also a good idea, to bring the Greengrass girls into the story, along with keeping my OCs in the story. (No, I haven't forgotten about them.) Maybe I'll wait a bit. Tracey Davis I might add into a different story. I haven't decided yet. And yes, Sirius will most likely meet Jessalyn officially this summer.

Romilda isn't just attracted to Harry. I would imagine she dislikes how popular Jessalyn is becoming, especially with the boys of the school and how close to Harry she is, regardless of the fact that they're siblings.

Now on with the story! :)

Chapter 50:

The Third Task

As the third task grew nearer, Jessalyn's nerves grew once again. "Jess, he'll be fine," Blaise said, sitting down at the lunch table across from her.

"I just have a bad feeling."

"Everything will be fine."

"Jess, your brother always comes out of these things relatively unharmed. Why should this one be any different?" Draco asked, sitting beside his girlfriend.

"I – I don't know. I just – I have a bad feeling. And – "

But she suddenly cut off, causing the boys to share a look. What she wasn't telling them was that Harry's nightmares had become more frequent lately.

"Jess, what aren't you telling us?" Blaise asked.

"Nothing you need to know. I promise," she said, ducking her head.

"Please relax. He'll be fine," he said once more.

She nodded, before rising. "I'll see you later," she said, squeezing her boyfriend's hand before leaving.

"What's she hiding?"

"I – I don't know. I would tell you if I did, you know that," Blaise replied. Draco groaned in frustration.

"Hello Alexander," Jessalyn said as she entered the almost empty classroom. The older boy looked up, smiling just a bit at her, putting down his book.

"How are you?" he asked warmly, standing up straight.

"I'm all right. And you?"

Alexander shrugged. "Ready to get started?"

She nodded, focusing on the pillow in front of her. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, willing it to rise, whispering "Wingardium Levosia."

At first, nothing happened except for a slight shiver. Then, as if it held no weight at all, as if the laws of gravity didn't even apply, the pillow began to rise.

Alexander was amazed. She had only been working on this for about a month and a half. For her to be able to do this, especially at her age, was amazing.

"Jessalyn," he said quietly, so as not to startle her. Her eyes snapped open, and she gaped, noticing the floating pillow.

"You did it," he muttered proudly, coming over as she impressively set it down on the desk.

"That – that was unbelievable. Great job!" he said kindly. See? You aren't weak. In fact, you're rather powerful, he thought.

"Thank you," she replied, turning towards him, letting dark red hair hide her face.

"You've improved a lot. Shall we continue next year?" Alexander inquired, coming closer to her.

"Yes, please."

"Jessalyn. You're doing an amazing job. Don't feel upset please," he said then, concerned.

"I – I'm not. I'm just worried for Harry," she explained, and he nodded in sudden understanding.

"Thank you for doing this," she repeated suddenly, daring to look up at him.

"You're welcome. If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to come to me."

She nodded. Then, without warning, he stepped closer, pulling the younger girl into a loose embrace, shocking Jessalyn.

"Have a good night," he said, breaking apart, flashing another smile before gathering his bag and leaving.

Shaking her head, Jessalyn retired to her dormitory for the evening.

The following night, Jessalyn only picked at her food at dinner, dreading what was to come.

As the enchanted ceiling overhead began to fade from blue to a dusky purple, Dumbledore rose to his feet at the staff table, and silence fell.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes' time, I will be asking you to make your way down to the Quidditch field for the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Will the champions please follow Mr. Bagman down to the stadium now."

She gulped, watching with rapt attention as Harry left the Great Hall.

"Jess, he'll be fine," Blaise said, trying to assure her once more. She just nodded as slowly the rest of the student and parent population made their way to a configured Quidditch pitch and took their seats in the stands. Mr. Bagman stood in the center of the pitch and began to speak with a magically personified voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each - Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter, both of Hogwarts School!" The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In second place, with eighty points - Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" More applause. "And in third place - Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!"

She saw Harry look up briefly before Mr. Bagman blew the whistle and he disappeared into the tall, dark maze.

"Jessalyn," Draco said sharply, causing her to look at him.

"Please. He'll be okay. He always is."

She just nodded, not entirely convinced.

An uneasy silence fell over them when suddenly she hissed in pain, bending forward as a hand flew to her forehead. Her scar had just erupted in pain. The only time that had ever happened was during Harry's nightmares. So for her scar to be hurting now could only mean one thing – she had been right and something had gone horribly wrong.

"Jessalyn!" Draco exclaimed.

"I – I don't know," she replied through gritted teeth, hating that she was lying to him.

And suddenly she wasn't seeing the grounds of Hogwarts anymore. Suddenly she was seeing a graveyard. There were men cloaked in black with silver masks – Death Eaters she realized, recognizing them from the World Cup. Cedric Diggory lay on the ground, his eyes unseeing. He was dead, she realized. Murdered.

A rat–like man with a metal hand stood, almost in reverence of the mechanical part of his body.

And – she gasped. A pale skinned man, bald and seemingly having no nose stood before her. This had to be Lord Voldemort. She couldn't imagine anyone else looking like this. But how was he here – there? – and in a full body.

She couldn't make out what they were saying; it was all muffled. However, she could see the figures moving, and flashes of light. Her eyes widened as green light shot at her brother, colliding with a red jet stream. They made an arc of white and ghosts seemed to be floating from it.

Jessalyn winced as she heard Voldemort scream with anger, before her gaze flew upward as she sensed, rather than saw, her brother return. She felt faint and dizzy. Her scar burned still, like never before. Closing her eyes once more, she felt herself losing control of her own body, slipping away.

The young witch groggily awoke to see white dancing before her eyes. Reaching for her glasses, she noticed a large black dog stood growling across the room.. Was this Sirius Black? Harry had told her all about his godfather, including his animagi form. But if it was, why would he be growling at her?

Turning her head, she saw Draco standing awkwardly by her bed.

"Hey," she said quietly, catching his attention.

"Jess, what happened?"

"I – I still don't know. Can you tell me?"

"Diggory is dead. Apparently Moody was Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise under the Polyjuice Potion, and he's just received the Dementor's Kiss."

"What is that? I mean, it doesn't sound pleasant, but – "

" – it's not. A Dementor's Kiss is where a dementor comes and sucks the livlidhood out of a person's body. They're technically alive, but they become like a member of the living dead."

Jessalyn shuddered. "And Harry?"

"He's here," replied her boyfriend, pointing to a bed across the way. Beginning to sit up, she noticed her raging headache, but ignored it. Draco, seeing her hesitation, immediately came around to help steady her.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "But I'm going to go over there myself. I – I need to tell him something without you hearing. Sorry."

"It's – it's fine. I'll wait here." She nodded gratefully before carefully making her way to her brother's bedside.

"Harry – you're hurt!" she exclaimed, suddenly noticing a large, bleeding scar down the side of his arm.

"You're awake! What happened?"

"I – down boy. I'm his sister," she said, turning towards Sirius the Dog. He calmed, but didn't seem entirely convinced.

Hermione moved out of the way, so that she could sit down. "Thanks."

"Harry," she began again, lowering her voice. "I – I could see it all. I couldn't hear anything, but I saw almost all of it."

Harry paled. "Jess, I never meant – how did you even?"

"I think my scar is more like yours than we thought."

"I'm sorry you saw that. We'll – we'll figure it out over the summer."

"He's really back, isn't he?"

"Yes. He's really back."

She just nodded once, her gaze just as solemn as his.

"I – I'm still not feeling well. I can't seem to remember much, but – "

"Go back to your own bed and rest. I don't mind. I'll fill you in later."

She got up, but before she got any farther, Jessalyn wrapped her arms around her brother. "I'm glad you're safe," she whispered.

Shakily, Jessalyn returned to her own bed within the hospital. "Everything all right?"

"It's fine. I – please don't leave though. I – I don't think I can – "

"Don't worry about it. I won't leave. I promise," he replied softly, sitting on her bed.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Drink this," he said, handing her a sleeping drought Madame Pomfrey had left for her. Making a face at the foul solution, before falling asleep against the soft pillows, Draco's hand clasped firmly in hers.

Thanks to all who are reading and enjoying this story. If you have any suggestions, (i.e. would like to see something happen, etc.) questions, or comments, please feel free to private message me. Thanks! ~ Leanora,