"Let's take it together." Harry spoke suddenly and before I had a chance to argue he continued on. "It'll still be a win for Hogwarts, and I don't really give a damn about the winnings or fame. You can have it all if you want it. God knows I have enough without adding to it."

"Fine. We'll take it together… but I will not be taking all of the winnings. We'll split it, fifty-fifty. Deal?" I asked, reaching my hand out toward his.

"Deal." He said, grasping my hand in his own and we quickly shook on the deal we had just agreed upon. "On three." He said as the hands that had been shaking moved to hover over the golden Tri-Wizard Tournament Cup. "One."

"Two." I said, our hands inching closer until they were merely a hair's breath away. "Three!" We shouted together as we both grasped the cup at the exact same time. The familiar, nauseating feeling of being hooked behind the navel and pulled through space ripped through my body and I was praying for it to end. God how I hated this means of travel. Any means of wizarding travel for that matter. You'd think someone somewhere at sometime could have come up with a perfectly acceptable, non-nauseating means of quick magical travel, but no. Apart from flying every single way of transportation in our world was annoying at best. Although annoying at best, one could not dispute how quickly a portkey could get you from point A to point B. As I looked around me, grateful that the awful ride was over, confusion overcame me. Where were we? I had figured the cup was taking us out of the maze and we would be transported back to the entrance. I was wrong. Harry and I stood in an eerie cemetery, surrounded by fog and graves.

"Where are we?" I finally voiced aloud, as Harry and I continued to glance around us.

"I dunno… I fell like I've been here before though…" He trailed off.

"Do you reckon this is another part of the Tournament?"

"I don't think so."

"I have a bad feeling about this. Let's hide ourselves." I spoke as I turned my wand upon myself and quickly disillusioned myself. I felt the odd sensation of an egg cracking upon my head and waited as the tingling sensation fell from the top of my scalp to the tips of my toes before turning to do the same for Harry. A sharp gasp came from him as he clutched his forehead in pain and cried out.

"Bring him here." A cold, malicious voice spoke out as a chubby man in Death Eater garb came forward and easily scooped up the writhing form of Harry Potter. I wanted to help, but something told me to stay put and wait for the right moment. I didn't know exactly who this person was, but I had a feeling as to who it was and if this wasn't planned out perfectly, both of us would die. I watched as the man tied Harry to a large, grave-marking statue. I watched on in horror as a small bundle that resembled a blanket-clothed baby was dropped into a cauldron. "Bones of the father… unknowingly taken. You will resurrect your son. Blood of thy enemy, forcefully taken, you will resurrect your foe. Flesh of the servant… willingly given." His voice shook as the same person who had tied Harry up and slashed his arm placed his own arm over the cauldron and swiftly cut of his hand. "You will resurrect your master." He sobbed.

A figure emerged from the steaming cauldron, and an icy fear gripped my body as I realized what had just transpired. Lord Voldemort had returned from the dead. The figure could not be considered human. He had red pools of lava for eyes and slits in place of where a nose should be. His skin was ash in color and stretched taut over skinny bones. "My wand." The figure I'd identified as Voldemort continued as he was draped in a long, flowing black robe.

"Here, my lord." The man who'd preformed the ritual held out his wand. "My lord, you promised." He said, tears still falling from his eyes as he stuttered through the words.

"Give me your hand." He hissed.

"Thank you my lord, thank you!" The man sobbed as he handed over the bloody stump.

"Not that one you fool!" He hissed again, as the man switched arms. Voldemort lifted the robe, and pressed his right hand index finger into a mark on the man's arm. The Dark Mark, I realized with shock. Although is it really all that shocking?

"I wonder… Just how many of my followers have remained loyal to me and heed my call." He spoke. Several pops signifying apparation and several people dressed in the black hooded clocks and white masks appeared before all of us. I watched on as Voldemort addressed his followers, gave the man I could now identify as 'Wormtail', and even as he let Harry down and demanded a duel.

I watched as Harry was subject to the cruciartus, and as he hid behind other gravestones. As a spell that Harry had sent towards Voldemort collided with another killing curse that Voldemort had sent Harry's way, I watched in fascination as the two spells hit in the middle and an arch of gold formed around the two. I couldn't tell what was happening inside of the golden bubble, but I knew. I knew that as soon as the bubble fell, that would be when I had to act. I got as close to the bubble on the side I knew Harry to be on, and shortly as I had thought, the bubble fell. I grabbed Harry and pulled the both of us behind a rather large statue and cried out "Accio Cup!" Within an instant the cup was in my hands and Harry and I were being pulled away, just in time to avoid yet another killing curse.

When we finally landed, I quickly removed the disillusionment charm that I'm sure had saved my life, and through the deafening roar I safely assumed we'd landed in front of the maze and that practically everyone was happy that it had been a Hogwarts win.

Just to make sure, I glanced up at our surroundings, catching a glimpse of a rather pretty curly haired brunette shoving Cho out of the way and making her way towards Harry and I. I smiled, knowing we were safe, and let my sudden and unexplainable exhaustion take over me as my world faded to black.

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