Grabbing the Portkey

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Ulternate ending.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor willI ever.
Grabbing the portkey, thinking that it was the tri-wizard's cup, Harry and Cedric felt the feeling of a hook just behind their navel, pulling them through the air, to a place that they would never wish, nor want to go.

Crashing down on soft green grass, a resonating "oomph" was heard.

"Where are we?" Cedric asked. "Is this part of the task?"

"I don't think that this is part of the task, but I know that I've been here before…" Harry said, before gasping out in pain and grabbing at the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

"What is it Harry?" Cedric asked, with wide eyes.

Then out of the shadows, a figure emerged carrying what looked like a baby wrapped in a bundle of black robes. When a raspy voice said, "Kill the spare"

Before The mysterious figure could raise his wand to say the killing curse, Harry had pushed Cedric behind the giant head stone next o them and dived behind it as well.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Cedric yelled just as the spell that the figure finally sent off hit the head stone behind them. Still holding his forehead Harry said, "It's Voldermort and Wormtail! We need to get back to Hogwarts!"

Thinking quickly, Cedric summoned the Triwizard cup, seeing as Harry wasn't in the best of stats to be summoning things. But just as Cedric and Harry gabbed the Triwizard cup that came whizzing towards them, Wormtail, still clutching Voldermort, grabbed onto Harry's shoulder. All of them than felt the now familiar feeling of a hook behind their navel, as they were whisked away back to Hogwarts.

When they landed, they hit the ground with extreme force, and wormtail let go of Harry's shoulder, before yelling out, "You think returning to Hogwarts will save you POTTER?"

At this, instantly all of the crowd, that had been cheering because of the return of the final two champions, started screaming upon realizing that their was another person with them and he was trying to kill them.

"NO! But we have a better chance at survival!" Harry yelled back at wormtail, pressing one hand to his forehead as he spoke.

Completely forgetting about Cedric, or the professors that were trying to get to the front of the crowds, or ushering spectators back so they wouldn't get hit by any stray curses, Wormtail cast a spell so that no one but Harry Voldermort and himself were inside a magical dome, before Binding Harry with the Petrificus Totalus spell.

"Prepare the ritual wormtail", the raspy voice of Voldermort instructed.

Quickly conjuring up a cauldron, and having it filled with some potion from inside his robes, he dropped the baby type figure of Voldermort into the mix.

As Harry saw this, he thought 'let it have drowned, let Voldermort have drowned!'

"Bone of the father, unknowingly took. You shall bring back your son" Wormtail dropped in a bone that was with the rags that he was carrying before.

"Flesh of the servant, willingly given. You shall help your master" Wormtail pulled a long sharp dagger from his robes and brought it up, cutting his left hand off.

"Blood of the enemy, forcefully taken. You shall resurrect your foe" wormtail, with tears in his eyes from the pain coming for the stump of arm, walked up to Harry and dragged the knife across his arm, before walking back to the cauldron and dropping in three drops of Harry's blood.

By now the potion began to bubble and turned a crimson colour, before the figure of a snake like man emerged from the concoction. "Robe me" he commanded. Shaking form head to toe and in immense amount of pain, wormtail staggered forward with a robe to dress Voldermort.

"You have done well wormtail. And for that, give me your arm" Voldermort drew out his wand as he said this.

"Oh thank you! Thank you, master!" wormtail said walking forwards and extending his arm where he had cut off his hand. With a wave of Voldemort's wand, wormtail had a new silver hand.

Turning around slowly, Voldermort looked at where Harry was suspended in the air, blood dripping down his left arm and looking with wide eye's at him, and said, "I have waited 13 years for this moment, but, what is an extra few minutes on top of 13 years? cruico! "As Voldermort said the spell, the on lookers, looked directly at Harry with wide eyes, and looks of terror on their faces.

Jerking from side to side, where Harry had been released form the Petrificus totalus spell, he refused to scream out, because of the feeling of one thousand white hot needles jabbing in to him, knowing that it will only make Voldermort happy. By now Voldermort had released Harry.

"Now we will fight like real wizards. Just like your father and I did before I killed him." Voldermort said sneering a happy sneer at the fact he had touched a nerve.

"Bow to death Harry." Harry stood strong and refused. "Now, now Harry. Surely Dumbledore taught you some manners. You see, we bow to each other…" using his wand Voldermort made Harry bow. "And now…. We begin. AVADA KEDAVARA!" he yelled out.

Jumping to the side, Harry dodged the spell, whilst firing off one of his own. "Stupefy!" but to no avail because Voldermort just waved the attack.

The spells kept flying left right and center, until eventually, Harry sent off a "Reducto" and Voldermort sent off an "Avada Kadavara", when the tow spells collided! And something quite unusual happened. A gold type dome encircled the two of them and a silvery gold beam connected the two wands.

As the crowd saw this, they gasped and only tow voices were heard over the low hum of the gold dome encircling the two duelists. "Priori Incantartam" one of the rarest spells to have ever to happen, let alone for anyone to have seen, considering that their was only about 7 known cases through out history.

As the beam that connected Harry's and Voldemort's wand got stronger, a white ball of energy began to form in the middle, Harry on impulse used all of this strength, determination and all of the power that he could muster, he forced the ball of light towards Voldermort.

The only thought running through his head was 'I hope this works'

At that moment CONTACT! The ball of light hit Voldemort's wand, and he let out a strangled yell of pain as ghostly figures began to try forcing their way out of his wand.

First was an elderly old man, who looked straight at Harry and said, "You can do it! Don't break the connection what ever happens!"

Next was a woman that Harry had seen in the daily prophet around the beginning of the school year. Bertha Jorkins. "Hold in their Harry! You can do it! Hold on!"

First an arm, then two arms and a head came one of the two people that Harry thought that he would never see again in his life. His mother. Lily Potter.

"Hold on sweetie. Hold on! Your father is coming now. You can do it sweetie, I love you!"

AT hearing his mother speak, Harry found that he had a lot more strength in him.

And like Lily said, at that moment, the ghostly form of this father, James Potter, appeared out of the end of Voldemort's wand. "Hang in their son! You can do it"

By now all four of the ghostly figures had come to stand by Harry, whispering in his ear's. James and lily said to "Harry on our signal, break the connection. We know what to do. Just do as we say." To this Harry just gave a slight nod of his head to show that he heard him while he continued the struggle to keep the connection.

"Now Harry!" they said, so pulling his wand up, Harry broke the connection between the two wands and dived to the side.

The beam that Harry and Voldermort had, once broke n rushed straight into Voldemort's wand and body.

Upon the rush of such magnitude Voldemort's body started to glow a painfully bright green colour and the look on his face said more than the scream of anguish escaping his mouth.

Sawing forwards, James, Lily, Bertha, and Frank surrounded Voldermort as rushing winds and five balls of pure white light speed straight towards Voldemort. When the balls of white light collided with Voldemort's body, a massive explosion erupted. But since James, Lily, Bertha and Frank had swarmed around him, majority of the explosion had stayed in that one tiny spot, and the intense light wasn't as bright as it would have been if they weren't their.

But Harry didn't see any more, because he had passed out because of the intense excruciating pain passed throw his scar.

Hey their.

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