The Protector

Dragons?!

I walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. The fire was still going but everyone seemed to be asleep. Well, no wonder they're asleep, Bridget. It's probably like...10. I sighed and flopped onto the couch in front of the fire place. I listened to the fireplace crackle. What time is it, anyways? 

I got out my pocket watch: 12:57 AM. I gasped, "I was with him for...almost seven hours!" 

"Bridget?" I heard a familiar voice come from behind me. 

"Hey, Harry," I chuckled slightly. "What are you doing up?" 

"Remember Sirius wanted to talk to us," He came over with a questioningly look on his face. "Where have you been?" 

"I just went to my tree," I told him. That was the truth. The only thing I didn't add was that I was with Draco and we had a little picnic...but it's not like he needed to know. 

"I don't believe you," he laughed and picked up the newspaper lying on the side table, "but I guess I'll have to." He looked over the front cover. I saw his face contort as he flipped it open. I looked at the front cover. 

I rolled my eyes, "Why are you even reading that?" 

He looked up to me, "I want to see what she said about you." 

"No, you don't," I shook my head. 

He looked back to the page, "'Bridget Meadows may be the helper of the Triwizard tournament, but she has a huge life behind the scenes. Not wanting to be known just for Potter, she signed up for helper. I sensed a bit of jealousy while we talked in our interview. Other than the jealousy, there's some secrets that lay beneath her cold exterior. Ms. Meadows has a lover who she has chosen to keep quiet. Who do you expect it to be: Cedric Diggory or Harry Potter?'" 

I got up and grabbed the newspaper. I looked at the page, ripping it in half. I smiled. I threw the paper  into the fire and it came up in flames. 

"What was that last question about?" He almost laughed. 

"Shut up." 

The fire then got both of our attention. The flames started to die down and it spewed out a few sparks. I got a little closer. A face appeared out of the flames. "Sirius!" Both Harry and I whispered. "How in the world-?" 

"I do not have much time to explain, so listen closely," Sirius began. "Did or did you not put your name in the goblet?" 

"No," Harry whined. 

Sirius and I both shushed him, and Sirius began again, "I was just making sure. Now tell me more about this dream. You mentioned Wormtail, and Voldemort. But who was the third man? Can you remember?" 

"I don't know him," Harry shook his head. "Never heard a name. All I knew was that Voldemort gave him a job to do." 

"How come this is the first time I'm hearing this?" I looked at Harry with a confused look. 

"What was this job, Harry?" Sirius asked. 

"Voldemort...wanted me," Harry seemed worried. "He was going to use that man to get to me." 

"I'm not letting that snake anywhere near you," I shook my head. Then my mind started to race and I zoned out of the conversation. This man wants to get to Harry and that would be doing extreme measures. Could he be...no...it can't...but it might...just be this so called, "Moody". 

"Bridget?" Harry's voice snapped me back into reality. 

"Sorry, I was thinking." 

"Did you hear me?" Sirius asked.