A cool mist curls around his ankles as he walks, and the maze shifts with loud cracks of bending foliage. He knows he should be afraid, but he isn’t afraid of what’s in the maze. He’s only afraid of the people outside of it. So, he walks on and nothing bothers him. The maze seems to guide him, taking him further toward the center. It feels like a trap, but he can’t make himself care. He will survive. He will accept nothing else. He finds a downed Fleur and controlled Krum, but he doesn’t do anything about it and doesn’t bother to try and help Fleur. Someone else can struggle and suffer for once. Eventually, he runs into an injured Cedric, avoiding Krum, and Cedric follows him, seeming to have realized that since Harry is untouched, he must know the way. The vines reach out to snare Cedric as they run for the Triwizard Cup, and for a long moment, Harry stands and stares, not certain he will help. He doesn’t want to, but he knows he should. Cedric screams, and finally, out of a sense of obligation, Harry acts. Harry races toward the cup, ignoring Cedric at his heels. He does not wait for Cedric, but somehow, the other boy manages to grab onto the cup at the same moment as Harry. And then...everything changes.