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Summary: Starts at the graveyard scene during the third task. Harry is hurt more than what is canon, how will this effect the battle with the Dark Lord.
Graveyard scene:
Harry came awake with a start hoping that the nightmare was not true but his hope was shattered as he felt the tight ropes that bound him to a large statue of the Grim Reaper. A sudden chill ran through his body as he looked at the scene before him.
Wormtail stood muttering an encantation as he methodically tossed in perfectly measured ingredients into the boiling cauldron. Thick red liquid swirled inside of the cauldron bubbles bursting as the heat burnt out all impurities of the potion.
"Do it now Wormtail." Rasped a voice.
Harry watched unmoving as Wormtail picked up the small bundle where the voice had come from and dropped the small childlike creature into the cauldron.
With an evil look in his eyes Wormtail looked up at Harry and began the ceremony moving towards Harry and producing a wicked long blade from within his robes as well as his wand.
"Diffindo." Wormtail hissed the spell hitting Harry mid bicep of Harry's right arm.
Harry fell to the ground as the ropes were severed and looked down at his arm that was now laying on the ground. Blood gushed out of his arm soaking the left side of his robes.
Quickly Harry reacted out of sheer panic, he reached inside his robes and undid his belt quickly pulling it off of his pants and wrapping it tightly around his arm. His blood stopped spraying but was still leaking Harry was about to stand and run when Wormtails cast another spell.
The spell hit Harry full on and he found himself in a full body bind. Unknowingly Wormtail had just saved Harry's life.
Harry watched in horror as Wormtail picked up his arm and moved back to the cauldron and proceded to use the knife to cut away the flesh from the bone. His vision swimming before him threatening to pull him into the darkness of unconsciousness, everything went black for a minute but as he fought against it his vision cleared and Harry felt his heart jump.
Standing above him was Lord Voldemort fully returned with a body of his own. Deatheaters stood around forming a circle around Harry and the Dark Lord.
"Harry Potter. What fools have claimed you as my equal. Taken down by one of my servants, you will never be my equal." Voldemort hissed.
Voldemort turned away from him and addressed his Death Eaters. "Torture him to an inch of his life and then send his and the other boys bodies back. Make sure that Harry Potter will die in the arms of Albus Dumbledore." He hissed as he left the group and headed for the ancient house that sat on top of the hill.
All Harry felt was the pain as the Death Eaters began to torture him.
Back At Hogwarts
As soon as the cup flashed in front of the large crowd that had been waiting anxiously for the return of the champions they burst out into applause until one French girl screamed, throwing the entire crowd into silent chaos.
Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory lay on the ground unmoving. Cedric's eyes were wide open but they were void of life his soul having moved on to the next great adventure. Harry Potter lay beside him covered in blood, what was left of his robes hung from his body in shreds. His body lay broken.
The crowd gasped as they saw Harry's chest move shakily. Dumbledore and Madame Pompfrey ran to Harry's side while Amos Diggory and Professor Sprout ran to Cedric.
The extent of the damage that Harry's body had gone through overwhelmed Poppy as she worked furiously to stabilize the boy. Behind her Amos Digorry had began to cry as he held his son in his arms. Poppy focused and worked on the boy as quickly as she could.
"Is he going to make it Poppy?" Albus asked shakily.
"Quiet I need to focus." Was Poppy's answer.
The healer worked methodically using her magic to begin patching the worst of Harry's problems. She started with the internal damage as she bagan to remove broken ribs and slow the bleeding that was going on inside of Harry's body.
Poppy felt someone kneel down beside her and glanced over to see Fleur Delacour beginning to heal Harry's external injuries. Poppy watched for a second to make sure that the young French girl knew what she was doing before going back to work, happy that Fleur knew what she was doing.
Together they worked silently healing Harry's wounds as quickly as they could.
"He's not breathing Madame." Stated Fleur trying to keep her emotions in check.
Poppy looked at Harry chest and then ripped the rest of the rags from his chest. The boy was so small, anger welled up inside of Poppy. Harry should have never been in this tournament.
Poppy placed her fingertips on Harry's throat searching for a pulse, but it wasn't there. Quickly she placed the tip of her wand over Harry's heart and muttered a spell, sending a jolt to Harry's heart that made his whole body convulse. Checking for a pulse again and not finding it she sent another jolt through him and then checked again this time finding a faint heart beat.
The pair continued to work only interrupted when Snape appeared carrying a small doctors bag full of potions, syringes and rags. Fleur began to clean the blood away looking for any cuts that she might have missed careful to avoid the area that Poppy was working on so as not to disturb the healer.
The arena had been cleared. The teachers had sent the students back up to the Great Hall to get them away from the area.
"He's stabilized we're going to need to move him carefully." Poppy said as she stood and conjured a stretcher.
Fleur ran a wet rag over Harry's face. Harry's eyes flew open wide full of fear. Fleur quickly began to speak it was all in French but her tone and the words seemed to calm Harry down and quickly he was asleep again.
Fleur looked at Poppy and nodded her head together they moved Harry onto the stretcher and levitated him back up to the castle.
Daliana Delacour was a beautiful and skilled woman, her work as a healer was legendary in France as one of the most gifted healers ever to live. She had come to Hogwarts upon her daughters request to examine one Harry James Potter and give her professional opinion on what could be done for the boy.
"Mama, he's in terrible shape but he will live." Fleaur said to her mother as they met in the Entrance Hall.
"Fleur, let me examine the boy first and then we will discuss his health then." Daliana responded to her daughter.
The two women made their way through Hogwarts and into the Hospital Wing. Daliana moved to the bed where the young boy was laying.
Daliana frowned as she saw the condition the poor boy was in. She waved her wand over Harry and began her examination.
Several hours later Daliana and Fleur entered the Headmasters Office.
"Come in please. Sit down and tell me what we can do for young Harry." Dumbledore greeted.
Daliana sat on the edge of the seat offered to her.
"Professor Dumbledore, I wish to take the boy to France and take him into my care. I will be able to work on him better there and hopefully we will be able to make it so the boy might gain some means of mobility and strength." Dalian said straight to the point.
Dumbledore leaned back in his seat, steepling his fingers. "I don't know if that's the best for Harry's protection. The people who did this to him will surely go after him again and since Minister Fudge does not believe that this was caused by dark wizards they will have an open shot at him."
"My point exactly," Daliana countered. "The French Ministry will not allow any harm to come upon him, since they have a stronger stand against dark wizards there."
Dumbledore smiled slightly. "I suppose you would know all about the French Ministry."
"Of course." Daliana Delacour responded. "My husband is the Minister of Magic there."
"Very well madame I am entrusting you with Harry Potters life and safety. Please make sure that the boy survives." Dumbledore said a sad look appearing on his face.
Daliana and Fleur stood. "Very well we must be moving. I'm sure you can come up with a suitable alibi for Harry going missing."
Dumbledore nodded.
Daliana nodded and turned to leave Fleur right behind her.
"Madame." Dumbledore said as he opened a drawer in his desk. "Will you give Harry this key when he is back on his feet, his family vault will be opened to him on his birthday this summer."
Daliana nodded and walked back over to the desk accepting the key.
With that she and her daughter left the Headmasters office to prepare to travel to France.
The article in the Daily Prophet the next morning saddened England.
Boy Who Lived proclaimed Dead!
By: Rita Skeeter