After touching the cup, Cedric and Harry are transported into the graveyard. Instead of immediately being avada-ed a death eater in a low voice says "stop." All invisible eyes turn to the death eater and then back to their lord. Harry's eyes held confusion, and glance around the graveyard, Cedric's face has gone a deathly pale, his eyes meeting no one. His body has gone a form of rigid, with hard angular lines, eyes fixated on the foggy ground. Voldemort's face holds slight anger as he glances at the brash death eater. "What Rousseau? You object?"
His voice holds his classic venomous whisper. "Please milord" The rebel Rousseau responds in a low, loyal voice,"Cedric, come. Now." His voice makes no confusion, he's commanding. Harry glances at Cedric confused, searching the older boy with his Emerald eyes. Cedric's face looks torn, desperate to avoid the mysterious death eater, and explaining to Harry, who he now considers a friend, how he knew Rousseau. Yet he also seems to want to please the man, with a hint of fear mixed in. "Cedric, Come." Rousseau's voice became harsh, holding a tone of finality.
Cedric shot Harry a pleading yet apologetic look as he slowly inched towards the man. This whole affair was being watched by the other 12 death eaters, the high lord, and Harry. A wave of unease washed over Harry, as Cedric joined the man at his left side. As Cedric stood at his master's side, his master said out of the corner of his mouth "We'll deal with this later." Rousseau cleared his throat softly and said "I'm sorry milord. Cedric was out of place. Please forgive his insolence; I will deal with it later." "As it should be." Voldemort responded harshly, and then went on with his plan. Cedric stood at his Master's side cringing at the sounds of sobbing from Mr.Pettrigrew, and Harry's yells of pain as the crucio hit him. Cedric stood slightly trembling wishing it all never happened, praying it would end.