Harry Potter ad the Tides of War (Rewrite)

I'm sorry to all of my loyal fans out there who were waiting for a proper update, but, after sitting back and seriously considering my fic, I realised just how awkward it was. the character development was piss-poor, there were major plot holes, and as one reviewer put it, I was having characters coming to conclusions without ever explaining how they reached them. So, it is with renewed vigor to get things right that I am rewriting this. However, I will warn you now, this will take place during a different time then my previous fic. Cheers, and may the Crumle-Horned Snorkack watch over you.

Harry and Cedric stared at each other before Cedric said, "You take it, it should be yours." Harry shook his head, "No, you're the rightful Hogwarts champion, someone else put my name in the cup. you should be the one to get the glory, not me. Besides, I have enough fame."

Cedric chewed his lip thoughtfully before finally, "Look, how about we both take it? That way, it's still a Hogwarts victory." "Are you sure?" "Never been more so in my life."

And with that, they each grabbed a handle of the trophy, and immediately felt the tug behind their navel that was associated with a portkey.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed as he saw the champions disappear from the trophy area. There was only one person who had touched the cup since the tournament had begun. However, he was unable to do anything about it right now. First he had to make sure the two other champions were alright, relying on Harry's instncts to carry him through whatever ordeal he was about to face.

The two boys crashed to the ground in a loud thud, and the cup went rolling. They lay there for a few seconds before, groaning, they rose to their feet. Shaking his head to clear the dizziness, Harry looked around to get his bearings. They appeared to be in a graveyard of some sort, with a large, ominous tomb behind them. On a large hill away from the graveyard was a mansion, one that looked strangely familiar. With a start, Harry realised where they were.

"Cedric, wands out, be prepared to defend yourself!" Movement from the shadows caught Harry's attention, and he pushed Cedric out of the way as a sickly green beam of light raced towards them, barely missing Harry. A feeling of nausea and death fille dHarry as the beam passed by, before it hit the tomb, shattering a good portion of it to dust.

Harry snarled as the one who cast the spell came into the light. it was Wormtail, but he was different than before. His beady little eyes glittered with a madness that showed he had lost what little humanity he had to begin with.

"Avada Kedavra!" He cried, once again aiming at Cedric. The Hufflepuff was prepared this time, however, and quickly conjured a chair that absorbed the bolt and exploded in a storm of splinters.

Wormtail growled at the failure, before deciding to ignore the 'spare', and concentrate fully on Harry. With an Inhuman howl, he drew a silver dagger with the hand not holding the wand and charged Harry. Cursing, Harry ducked under the first slice, but was caught across the chest with a downward swing.

Time seemed to stop for Harry, as he watched with detached fascination as his blood flew through the air. his wound didn't hurt, not really, but then again, it was most likely shock that was dulling the pain.

Then he hit the ground, and his chest screamed in pain. Crying out, Harry writhed on the ground, as the cut began to sizzle. Cedric, who had been frozen in place until now, was jerked into action by Harry's scream. He ran towards the boy's body, and began to do his best to try and heal his wound, or at least stop whatever was eating at his wound.

Wormtail, on the other hand was quietly reciting a ritual that had been devised by his master. Quickly, he removed a bone from the tomb, and dumped it into a large cauldron filled with Unicorn blood. Then he took the dagger he had used to cut Harry, reversed sides, and cut his right hand off. the limb fell into caldron, which began to bubble and froth violently. then, lastly, he dripped the few drops of Harry's blood on the dagger into the Cauldron. instantly, the vessel burst into flames. Wormtail, laughing hysterically, picked up a small, swathed object, and dumped it into the cauldron.

A loud, hissing laugh filled the air, as emerald lightning split the sky and thunder rolled. the cauldron began to melt, as it did, revealing a shadowy, man-sized figure. Voldemort had risen again.

Voldemort looked around himself, smirking when he saw the still figure of Wormtail, stump still bleeding. Grabbing his wand from his lackey, he quickly activated the Dark Mark. Giving the wand another wave, Wormtail's stump was replaced by a gleaming liquid-silver hand.

Then he turned his attention to Harry, just as the first of his Inner circle was arriving. he noted the presence of Cedric with a slight lip curl, before hap-hazardly sending a killing curse his way. Cedric rolled out of the way, his Quidditch reflexes kicking in. Voldemort's killing curse was significantly more powerful than Wormtail's, seeing as how it blew the left half of the tomb away.

Satisfied that the 'spare' was out of the way, Voldemort made his way to the still writhing form of Harry. Chuckling darkly, Voldemort raised his hand, and Harry was lifted into the air. "Take a good look, my death eaters, at the savior of the wizarding world. See how he squirms like a worm on a hook." There was a brief pause, before Voldemort violently backhanded Harry across the face.

"Such insolence! to think that someone like you could even think to have beaten me! That was nothing but a temporary ceasefire, facilitated by the loss of my body. I am unbeatable, Harry! Even Dumbledore fears me! The strongest witches and wizards wouldn't dare face me!"

Through his pain, and the throbbing ache in his jaw, Harry managed to mumble something. "What was that, Potter?" The Boy-who-lived weakly lifted his head and looked the snake-man in the eye, "I said, the reason why nobody wants to face you is because of your poor hygiene. Your breath smells like rotten eggs."

Voldemort roared in anger. "Crucio!" Harry, still suspended, jolted horrifically as he was subjected to the torture curse. After a brief second, Voldemort lifted the curse. "Where is your cheek now Potter, having had a sample of the power that you now face?"

Weakly, Harry began chuckling, "Tom, if that was power, you might as well throw garden gnomes at me, it would have more effect." Voldemort's eyes became thin slits, and the red orbs glowed with anger. "HOW DARE YOU?! CRUCIO!" Again, the curse hit Harry, and the boy tried his hardest not to cry out. He wouldn't give Voldemort the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Blood flowed freely from his mouth as he bit his tongue, if only to focus on a different pain.

After what seemed like forever, Voldemort released the both the torture curse, and the spell holding Harry up. the boy fell in a heap, coughing blood from onto the ground. "Get up, Potter. I assume you have been taught how to duel? Take out your wand, you shall have the rare pleasure of dueling against me before you die."

Harry barely managed to make it to his knees, before he felt a pair of arms lift him up to his feet. Cedric threw him a grim look, and slung Harry's arm, the one not holding his wand, around his shoulder to keep him up.

"Ah, friendship and helping. How touching. it won't save you, however. AVADA KED-"

"Accio Trophy!" Harry's spell was completed just before the bolt hit them, and they both warped away.

Dumbledore felt the magic in the area start to warp, and was headed towards the entrance of the maze just as Harry and Cedric landed. Cedric looked fine, save for an extremely pale face and a few cuts and bruises. Harry on the other hand...

Harry had no energy left. The combination of his wounds, mixed with the physical and mental torture of the Cruciatus curse had taken its toll. the only thing he could do was moan weakly as whatever was on the knife blade continued to eat at his wound.

As he lay there, with Cedric attempting to stop the bleeding and dumledore racing towards them, he heard someone scream, before a whole cacophany of sounds filled the air. After that, everything was black.

Dumbledore reached Cedric just as harry passed out. "what happened?" He demanded, as he began to wave his wand over the wound. Cedric ripped his slleve off and held it over the part of the wound Dumbledore wasn't working on before he said, "the cup was a portkey. It took us to some wierd graveyard. When we landed, Harry saved me from getting killed by this rat-looking guy, but was then attacked with a knife, which did this. after that, the ratty man did a ritual and raised..."

Dumdbledore felt fear and apprehension grip him as he stared at Cedric, it couldn't be...

"He raised...voldemort. He's back! Voldemort's back!" Cedric began to sob, as the sleeve he had over Harry's wound began to soak through with blood. Cursing, Dumbledore returned to caring for the wound. Whatever the poison was, it was extremely acidic, and was widening the wound. As he was trying to contain the poison, he began scanning Harry for any other wounds.

much to his dismay, there was a slight twitch in Harry's extreities, a sure sign of the Cruciatus having been used on him. There was also a massive bruise forming on his cheek.

After he had finished his examination, the rest of the faculty arrived. Madame Pompfrey quickly hurried to examine Harry. "Headmaster, whatever this poison is, it's eating off of the moisture in his system. he's also been hit by the Cruciatus at least twice, once minor, but the second was massive."

"He held it on him for at least a minute." The faculty tured collectively to Cedric, who had decided to get out of the way. "Who did?" The faculty all had curious looks on their faces save for Snape, whose eyes were wide with horror. He knew who had risen tonight.

"Voldemort. He hit Harry with it once, but then afterwards Harry told him that he would have done more damage if he'd thrown garden Gnomes at him. So then Voldemort got pissed and hit him again, this time for much longer, and Harry just hung there, blood dripping from his mouth..." Cedric trailed off, his eyes staring ahead vacantly.

Dumbledore just stared at Harry's inert form before shaking his head, "A true Gryffindor. Who else would compare Voldemort to a garden gnome?"

Snape eyed the wound critically. There was only one poison that would do such a thing to a wound. "Headmaster, that poison is Basilisk venom." Various gasps were heard round the boy, but Dumbledore seemed to sag with relief, "That makes it easier then." Raising his head, his eyes unfocused for an instant, until a large, red bird apeared in a flash of flames. "Fawkes, I fear Harry has become injured and will need your help again." The bird chirped, and flew down to the ground before bringing his head over Harry's wound and dripping a few tears over it. Immediately, the poison stopped spreading, and Madame Pompfrey was able to finish healing Harry.

McGonagall's face was pale as she asked, "Dumbledore, how did Harry manage to last so long with such a wound? Basilisk venom usually kills within a minute." Major crisis concerning Harry over with, dumbledore watched as the prefects led the children to their dorms, though he noted with some happiness that Ms. Granger amd the entire weasley family was making a rather valiant attempt to get to him.

"If it was anything, Minerva, it was most likely that Harry has developed a resistance to Basilisk venom, perhaps even more so now than before. When he was 12, he was the one who entered the Chamber of Secrets, along with Mr. Weasley and then-professor Lockhart to save Ms. Weasley. In it, he found a basilisk left by Salazar, as a tool for his heir to wield to destroy all muggle-borns in the school. He was successful in slaying it, but was bitten in the process. Thankfully, Fawkes was there, and managed to save Harry before he died. Thus, thanks to a combination of his own immune system, and Fawkes' amazing powers, Harry now has a resistance to basilisk venom. Make no mistake, however. The venom is still lethal to him, this just means that it will take more time for Mr. Potter to expire."

Standing, Dumbledore began making his way towards the castle. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some very grave news to report. Madame Pompfrey, if you would please inform Mr. Potter's friends and myself when he regains consciousness?"

Without looking back to see if she nodded or not, Dumbledore went on his way. As he walked, he began to think of what the future would bring. For good or bad, with Voldemort now back in power, one thing was sure; the wizarding world would never be the same.