Betsy closed her eyes and she felt an uneasy squeezing sensation around her. It finally stopped. She opened her eyes and let go of Darren’s hand. They were on an island. Unfortunately this island looked very ominous. It was chilly, and there was mist everywhere. She shivered and pulled her coat she had brought along just in case above her ears. She looked at Darren. She already knew the rules and what she was supposed to do. She wished she could have brought her broom along, but that was against the rules. She gave Darren a shrug and a look that says, “I guess this is where you leave me.” He mumbled something about how annoying the other contestants and how she shouldn’t let Slytherin down. Betsy trembled from fear, adrenalin, and the cold. She shook Darren’s hand and then he apparated away. Betsy looked above the smoke, she could see in a distance the peak of a mountain. She took a deep breath and started walking toward it.
As she walked she was thinking about how lucky she was that she had eaten for two hours straight that morning. “I won’t be hungry till nightfall.” She said to herself. She had made a promises to herself that she wouldn’t use magic at all, unless it was a life threatening situation. And knowing the judges, it wasn’t just rocks that was behind this mystical smoke. Though she did feel comfortable because there was hardly any vegetation. “What strange animal would be able to live in this tundra?” She thought to herself. She trooped on. It was getting colder and colder, and mistier and mistier. Betsy started to feel really gloomy. Then uncontrollably sad. She shivered and took a breather. She didn’t feel like going on. She felt horrible. Then from the mist came 3 dementors. “Shit.” Betsy thought. She knew she would have to use magic. She thought of cookies, and pumpkin juice. She thought of her family with her as they gathered around the Christmas table. Eating. “Expecto Patronum!!” She shouted as a silver panda bear crawled out of her wand. She sank to her knees panting as the dementors glided far, far away. She felt weak. Very weak. She laid down, and fell asleep.
She woke up hours later with an aching stomach. She stood up feeling dizzy, she found some wild berries in a small bush. She ate them. She suddenly realized that she was at the bottom of the mountain. When she had passed out, she hadn’t realized how far the hours of walking had gotten her. But now the hard part was there: getting up the mountain. But she heard a creak, like rocks being trampled on. She waved her arms around her. “Dang mystical mist.” She thought to herself, even though it had gotten clearer since the Dementors had left. Out of the mist stepped a giant creature, a very beautiful creature. “Hippogriff.” She said out loud. She stepped closer to the Hippogriff and it pawed the ground and opened its beak slightly. Betsy stopped, she kept her eyes unblinking and bowed. After a couple of seconds, it bowed back. She went up to pet it. She cooed over it, and complimented the creature. After about 15 minutes of this, she climbed onto the creatures back. She dug her heals into it.
The hippogriff reared up. Betsy almost fell off it. Its giant wings lifted and it flew up, up, up. Betsy grabbed on to the back of its neck and tried her best to steer it up the giant mountain. The hippogriff flew all the way to the top of the mountain, and around it. Betsy gasped. On the other side of the mountain, Betsy said a giant opening (where a cave was) , with 8 giants around it. All of them were awake. They were surrounded by the only vegetation on the entire island. The hippogriff flew past them, and landed half a mile away from them. Their footsteps and grunts made it hard for Betsy to walk on the mountain, it kept shaking. She took two steps and fell. She took another 2 steps and fell. She heard a squealing behind her. The hippogriff was eating a squirrel. Betsy found another squirrel had been squashed by a falling rock just moments before. She grabbed it and took cover under a ledge, from more falling rocks, since the mountain was shaken by the giants. She lit a fire, using wood she collected and her wand. “Dang.” She thought, because she had now used magic twice in one day on this island. She cooked her squirrel and ate it greedily.
It was beginning to be nightfall. Betsy knew she was allowed a couple of days on the mountain to retrieve the cup. But she had an idea, and she didn’t feel like staying the night close to mountain giants, when she could any minute be crushed by a falling rock. She grabbed a large stick and lit it on fire with the fire she had roasted her squirrel with. She ran a quarter of a mile. When she found some vegetation and lit it on fire. Instantly a fire started, with the wind blowing it west, it was heading straight for the Giants. The giants were settling down for the night, but they weren’t sleeping yet. The mountain was still once the giants had laid down. But the fire was coming right towards them. Betsy stepped in the already burnt path behind the fire coughing up smoke. The fire was getting bigger and bigger, burning down the short grass. The Giants suddenly noticed. They scrambled up and started to run away from it. The mountain shook like no other. Betsy realized she had made a horrible mistake. The rocks above her started falling down on her, and it was hard for her to dodge them because she couldn’t see because of the smoke from the fire. Betsy slid down the mountain with rocks tumbling down with her. Dirt flew into her eyes and Betsy flew into a rare standing tree that hadn’t been burnt. She clung onto the tree, a rock the size of her fist hit her on the side of her head and she swung around the tree clinging onto dear life, and letting it protect her from more oncoming boulders.
Finally, after about 5 minutes of this horrible landslide, Betsy opened her eyes and pulled herself to the top side of the tree. The dust was clearing and rain was pouring down, putting out the raging fire. Betsy, exhausted climbed back up the mountain. It took her almost an hour to get back up to where the mountain giants originally were. Yet there, on a boulder, magically untouched, was the golden cup. Betsy staggered up to it. She had gone the entire day without using magic more than twice, yet she was soaked, fatigued, coughing up dirt, hungry, and she had just burnt down half a mountain. Yet there it was, unscathed. She could see her reflection in the golden, polished cup. She looked much different from the pampered self she had always known. Because of the dirt on her face, she was 10 skin shades darker, which was covering up the bags under her eyes. She blinked. Then she shook her head, puked to the side because of dehydration, and grabbed the Cup. It felt like a hook had attached itself to her belly as she was yanked back to the judges podium. She knew she was early, but she didn’t know if any of the other contestants had beaten her. She heard the crowd gasp at the sight of her. She closed her eyes, and waited for someone to come help her up.
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