[There are practically wings on her heels as Ami hurries through the dark maze. She knows what she must do, as surely as if she herself had been conjured by Harry's quick spell to do it. She must find Cedric Diggory, bear the message of the truth before ignorance brings disaster.
She runs swiftly, breaths coming short with the exertion but she keeps going, path after path, turn after turn. Somehow in the dream, it's vitally important to her. It's her mission and she will find him, and-
And that's when she comes face to face with Harry again. Ami pulls up short. She's a bit older than when he knew her as a classmate, but it's still her. She couldn't have mistaken her way; she has a head for directions and she relies on her sharp mind.
Then how...?]
Harry. A spell on this maze? [It's the only possibility that comes to mind immediately.]
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She runs swiftly, breaths coming short with the exertion but she keeps going, path after path, turn after turn. Somehow in the dream, it's vitally important to her. It's her mission and she will find him, and-
And that's when she comes face to face with Harry again. Ami pulls up short. She's a bit older than when he knew her as a classmate, but it's still her. She couldn't have mistaken her way; she has a head for directions and she relies on her sharp mind.
Then how...?]
Harry. A spell on this maze? [It's the only possibility that comes to mind immediately.]