Chapter 4 Hope you enjoy! Studio: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33695863/ Read this first: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/880387481 Gabrielle and everybody else were all sat on a cramped dinner table. ‘Why don’t we go back to the Pensive?’ Said Gabrielle to Ron. ’Since it’s summer, we can take longer there!’ Ron didn’t reply. Hermione came through the door. Gabrielle hadn’t seen her much during the Triwizard Tournament. ‘Hi!’ Said Hermione to all the guests. ‘Look, Gabrielle,’ said Ron ‘I … I really don’t think we’re going to find anything. We’ve look through our memories. Nothing.’. ‘Uh, we could see YOUR memories Ron. You were at the Triwizard Tournament too.’ ‘The Triwizard Tournament?’ Harry attention snapped away from Ginny and to Ron and Gabrielle ‘why are you guys talking about that?’ He didn’t wait for an answer, just turned away from them wordlessly. ‘Harry, let’s not forget how amazingly you did in the tournament,’ offered Arthur ‘you made us feel so proud, so many times. Like how you fought that dragon, and you worked out the clue…’ Harry smiled a little ‘Yeah, I guess so… and how I found the cup, and saved - ‘Dumbledore!’ cut in Ron ‘like how you got him out of that tree that time … remember that Harry??? WASN’T IT AMAZING??’. Harry looked unsure. ‘I think that was in your iminagation Ron, but I mean, it’s sad Fleur couldn’t pass the Grindylows, she would’ve gotten a lot more points…’ he said. As Fleur shot Harry a wounded look, Gabrielle decided to leave the dinner table before things got more heated, and ran to her tent. She couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t stop thinking about the confusing things she saw in the Pensive. In the morning she was so desperate she ran over to Ron and Hermione’s room to persuade him to take her back to Dumbledore’s grave. “Ron, Rooon!’ She shouted, bursting in, forgetting that Ron and Hermione were still asleep. ‘Wha - what?!’ Said Hermione, rolling over and stretching, she obviously wanted more sleep. But this was important! ‘Hermione!’ Said Gabrielle. ‘What are you doing in our bedroom, Gabrielle… it’s really.. early.’ She yawned and sat up. ‘Oh - oh, I wanted to talk to Ron,’, said Gabrielle, looking at Ron who was blinking slowly, ‘Gabrielle,’ he mumbled,’If you really want to go back, we can, but maybe we can wait.. until after breakfast?’. ‘Alright..’ Said Gabrielle. They all stumbled downstairs, accidentally kicking Crookshanks on the way. She rushed straight outside to wait for Ron and Hermione. Before she knew it, Ron was next to her, and they were apparating straight back. Once they’d arrived, they got up slowly and looked around. The air was chilled and damp; shimmering raindrops sitting on teal blades of grass. Ron yawned and blinked in the cold sunlight, before dragging himself towards the pensieve. He paused a moment. ‘Gabrielle, uh … we don’t actually have to look through MY memories of the tournament, do we? I don’t really want you to see… it’s personal, you know?’. ‘Oh.’ Said Gabrielle. ‘Well never mind, we can simply look at the memories in Dumbledore’s memory cabinet, over there.’. Ron joined Gabrielle in searching for the earliest memory of 1994. ‘Fleur Delacour, 1994, Beaxbatons’ read a flask on the second layer of the cabinet. Ron gently tapped it, and it swirled around in the blue-silvery bowl. They dipped their heads in together. *** Fleur was sneaking down the corridor, glancing at a piece of paper in her hand, but too quickly for Gabrielle to figure out what it said. Eventually, she stopped outside a door, and leaned in. Voices could be heard from the room. It was Maxime, and someone else. ‘Crouch…’ Maxime slurred ‘Crouch, they’re onto me. They know, Crouch …’ ‘What do you mean? What’s going on, Olympe? You don’t look so good. Tell me. Maybe I can help you.’ ‘Please… please help me! They know. They figured it out. They know what I was trying to do to her.’ Crouch looked confused. ‘Who - ‘ they were interrupted by the sound of Fleur knocking on the door. ‘Madame -‘ Fleur looked shocked to see Crouch there too. With that, the memory swooshed into blackness, and Ron and Gabrielle lifted their heads.
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