I felt my feet touching the ground, but with such force I fell. I opened my eyes, and lifted my head, trying to adjust with the darkness here. This was wrong. Hogwarts should be all illuminated to welcome back the champions. I looked to my left and the Triwizard Cup was a few feet away, and Harry was putting his glasses. He lifted his head and looked around.

"Where are we?" he asked.

I shook my head, and got up, extending my hand to help him. We looked around we definitely weren't close to Hogwarts. It looked like a graveyard, and I could see a house on the hillside, and there was a little church. I looked at the Cup and back at Harry. There could be only one explanation to how we were here.

"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" I asked.

"Nope" Harry said. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"

"I dunno" I said but I had a bad feeling about this, "Wands out, d'you reckon?"

"Yeah"

He took his wand, and looked around again. This is bad, I thought. I had the feeling nothing of this was supposed to happen, in any way. I felt like we weren't alone.

"Someone's coming" Harry said suddenly.

We lifted our wands, watching as a figure got nearer. It had the physical of a grown, fat man. I couldn't see his face, but I could see he was carrying something. Harry lowered his wand slightly, and I shot him a quizzical look. I shook my head once, and he lifted his wand again, but wasn't as wary as me. I didn't like this at all. The figure stopped six feet away, beside a gravestone. Harry and I glanced at each other, and looked back at the figure. I was trying to pay attention to our surroundings too, I didn't want more company. Suddenly, Harry let out a cry of pain, and put his hand in his forehead. He stumbled almost falling to the ground, but I caught him by the arm.

"Harry!" I asked alarmed, trying not to look away from the figure.

"Kill the spare" a high, cold voice said.

Kill?

I grabbed Harry, pulling him out of the way as someone said, "Avada Kedavra!"

We fall to the ground, a green lightening almost hit us. Harry seemed to be struggling against the pain he was in, and lifted his wand.

"Stupefy!" he said attacking the figure.

The figure blocks the red light of the spell. We tried to attack but couldn't do anything.

"Expelliarmus!" the figure said, and Harry and I lost our wands.

The figure put a spell on us, dragging us, and tying us against gravestones.

"The spare lives" the cold voice said, "He'll deliver the message"

I looked at Harry and he was staring at the ground, by the gravestone. I followed his gaze, it was written TOM RIDDLE. I looked back at the man. Voldemort? Is that possible? If it was, obviously Harry wasn't the spare. I don't know if I should be relieved that he said I could live or scared about what that can possibly mean. I tried to get free from the cords, but they were too tight, it was useless. Harry was fighting too, and the man came and slapped him.

"You!" Harry gasped.

The man ignored him, took a black material and stuffed in Harry's mouth, preventing him to say something.

"Hey, stay away from him!" I shouted.

The man had the hood up but I could see the sadistic smile he gave me before conjuring another rope, over my neck, almost strangling me. We watched as he set a cauldron, and I watched as a large snake made his way to the side of the bundle the man was carrying before. The bundle was stirring a lot now. What the fuck was this? Professor Dumbledore must have known something was wrong by now, right? The thing in the robes was more and more agitated. As Harry.

"Hurry!" the cold voice said.

The water in cauldron was alight with sparks now.

"It is ready. Master" the man said.

"Now…" the cold voice said.

The man pulled open the robes on the ground, revealing what was inside. Harry yelled, strangled in the wad of the material blocking his mouth. I could only gasp. The thing the man had been carrying had the shape of a crouched human child, except that Harry had never seen anything less like a child.

It was hairless and scaly-looking, a dark, raw, reddish black. Its arms and legs were thin and feeble, and its face - no child alive ever had a face like that - flat and snakelike, with gleaming red eyes. The thing seemed almost helpless; it raised its thin arms, put them around his neck, and the man lifted it. As he did so, his hood fell back. The man had a revulsion look in his face, as if he didn't want to do that. And then he lowered the creature into the cauldron; there was a hiss, and it vanished below the surface; we heard its frail body hit the bottom with a soft thud.

Die, die, drown, and die, I prayed. The man was speaking, his voice showed he was frightened.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"

The surface at Harry's feet cracked, and a small bone appeared, floating to the cauldron, falling softly. The diamond surface of the water broke and hissed; it sent sparks in all directions and turned a vivid, poisonous-looking blue. The man began to speak lower, almost a whisper. But in the silence of the graveyard, it seemed yells. He took a dagger from his cloak, and started sobbing.

"Flesh - of the servant - w-willingly given - you will - revive - your master."

He extended his hand in front of him, and closed his eyes. I realized what he was going to do, and I turned away, not wanting to look. I heard an ear splitting scream, a scream that seemed like a dagger through me. I heard something hitting the ground, and the man panting, followed by a splash of the hand being dropped in the cauldron. I opened my eyes, and stared at the cauldron, filled with blood red liquid. My stomach was turning, but I ignored as the man, still panting, started walking to us. Well, to Harry. It was like they didn't see me. I was just a bystander.

"Stay away from him" I growled.

"Brave, and stupid" the man said, breathing on Harry's face.

There was so much hate in Harry's eyes, when he opened them to glare at the man… They knew each other. And it wasn't a nice meeting.

"B-blood of the enemy...forcibly taken...you will...resurrect your foe." the man said.

He took the dagger, and pressed against Harry's right arm.

"Hey!" I said trying to do something, "Stay away from him!" I said again.

He made a cut in Harry's arm, and took a glass vial form his pocket, that he filled with the blood. He walked back to the cauldron, and poured Harry's blood inside. The liquid in the cauldron turned white, and the man fell to his knees, dragging himself away from it, crying while clutching his right arm to his chest.

"Harry?" I whispered.

He didn't answer. We just stared at the cauldron, and watched as a minute later the outline of a man, tall, and thin, rose from the cauldron.

"Harry?" I asked more alarmed.

"Robe me" said the cold, high voice, from the man from the cauldron.

The man that was still crying for his lost hand, took a cloak and put over the man's head.

"He's back" Harry whispered.

I watched as You-Know-Who stepped out of the cauldron, and stared at Harry, glaring at him, with a sadistic smile.

Lord Voldemort had risen again.