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"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son. Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe."
Harry was tied to the gravestone, his head hanging low to rest on his chest. The rat Pettigrew mumbled words, readying things Harry could not see. The ritual was starting however.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son," and Pettigrew plopped a bone into the cauldron.

"Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive you master," and Pettigrew chopped off his own hand, the blood rushing forth, staining his robes and squirting everywhere. Pettigrew stopped, stared at his wrist and shook in the spot at which he stood for a moment. He looked like he was about to swoon.

"Blood of the enemy... blood of the enemy, forcibly take, you will... you will resurrect your foe." Pettigrew grabbed the knife used to cut his hand off and moved towards Harry.

"Wait!" Harry raised his head and stared Pettigrew straight in the eyes.

"Wait, is that what this is all about?" Pettigrew shook his head, trying to understand.

"Man, you should have just asked. How much do you need now?"

Pettigrew looked at him weirdly. "How much do I need?"

"Yeah, you know, of my blood. How much is needed to resurrect the Dark Lord?"

"A few drops or so..." Harry grinned.

"Brilliant. Why don't you take about... about a cupful of my blood just to be certain, you know, better safe than sorry and all that, better yet, why don't you let me do it?"

Pettigrew shook his head, the blood loss getting greater. "No, no, just a few drops and thats all."

"But you don't want to FAIL now do you, Wormtail?" Harry invisibly shuddered at using that name. "Come on, you know that it will work better if I willingly give you more of my blood to resurrect my enemy."

"Oh, alright." and Pettigrew cut Harry Potter's arm, taking a decent amount of donated blood with him to the cauldron.

Then that was when, nothing happened. Pettigrew fainted from the blood loss and the member of the Order of the Phoenix arrived, taking Harry and the body of Cedric Diggory away.

Sirius Black was cleared of all charges as the missing hand of Pettigrew proved that he did have a propensity to chop off his own body parts, not to mention the fact that he was caught trying to resurrect enemy number one.

And best of all, Voldemort did not resurrect.

The quick thinking of Harry and the cleverness of wording basically ruined the ritual.

Otherwise, Voldie's ghost seethed in a hidden forest somewhere in Europe and tried to remember another ritual that could revive him. Obviously, even if he were to try that one again the large loophole meant that Harry, catching on to it quickly, would always willingly donate his blood to help the cause, knowing that by being helpful he was doing more harm that good.

The power "the Dark Lord knows not" turns out to be charity. Another emotion old Tom Riddle never quite got the hang of.


Ok, so, it suddenly hit me... what if, it honestly was just that EASY.

This story is obviously AU. Please review or read at least.