Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, plots, or settings.

Prologue

"Oh really, Lily, Alaina and I should really be going now," Elaine picked up her toddler and went towards the door.

"We must do this again sometime. Harry and Alaina really get along well," Lily stopped her best friend, "Stay a moment longer so we can fix a date."

Elaine placed her daughter back in the high chair next to Harry Potter's. They wound up chattering for a lot longer than a moment.

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The dark lord swept through the yard of the Potters. He burst the door open and a few screams erupted. James Potter and Philip Prince stood up and pulled out their wands. However, with a flash of green light one of them was dead. And before the other could react, he was dead as well.

The mothers had their wands out when the Dark Lord barged in to the room.

"Please, spare the children!" The mothers were crying and jumped in front of the tots. Soon, however, the two kids were staring into the snake-like face of their mom's murderer.

"Avada Kedavra," the words flowed seamlessly from his mouth, but upon hitting the boy it caused a great ruckus, but no death. Surprised, he said it again, this time pointing it at the other child. It was harder to manage to sputter out the words of the curse due the fact that he was a large amount weaker after the first curse deflected. The girl began to cry, but her screams were drowned out by the awful, ear-splittting noise that caused the seemingly permanent death of Lord Voldemort.

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Ch. 1

Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory clung to the Tri-Wizard Cup as they whizzed through the air. The force of the landing caused the two boys to topple over. However, when they looked around they did not see the stands filled with cheering spectators, but instead a graveyard shrouded in mist. They could not see the edge of the graveyard, due to the fog, but the headstones around them were close together and intricate.

"Where… are we?" Cedric asked looking around. Harry knew exactly where he was. This was the graveyard from the dreams that he and Alaina Prince had been having. More like nightmares, but the fact that they both had them, only proved how linked they were.

Harry did not answer, though.

"Wait a second," Cedric was facing away from Harry, now, "Isn't that your friend? What's her name, Alison?"

Harry rushed over to see what Cedric was looking at. Sure enough, tied to the back of a headstone, gagged and unconscious was Alaina. Was this part of the tournament? Was it similar to the second task? He reached his friend and noticed the name on the headstones, Tom Riddle Sr. He had only heard the name once, two years ago when he and Alaina had conquered Lord Voldemort once again.

However, before he could react to Alaina's condition, he was stopped by a cold and menacing voice, "Kill the spare!"

Almost immediately, a flash of green light and then Cedric collapsed on the ground. By now Alaina had woken up and had saw Cedric's death. She began struggling at her bonds with no use. Her mousy brown hair was tangled and wild instead of its normal straight smooth self. Her light blue eyes were bloodshot and drowsy, but she looked around with alertness.

Both of their lighting bolt-shaped scars were searing in white-hot pain. Alaina let out a cry- muffled due to the gag- and Harry fell forward onto his hands and knees. A short man in a cloak dragged Harry towards Tom Riddle's gravestone and began conjuring up ropes so that the two teenagers were back-to-back with the grave in between them.

Harry realized who was under the hood, "You!" He gasped as Wormtail drew a piece of black cloth from his robes and shoved it into Harry's mouth. Alaina could not see Harry, but instead was looking at the bundle of robes infront of a large cauldron to her right. Harry turned left and saw it, too. They realized that it wasn't a bundle of robes, but what appeared to be a creature similar to a baby. The cauldron was full of liquid and soon there were crackling flames beneath it.

Then the cold voice spoke again, "Hurry!"

"It's ready master," Wormtail whimpered and pulled open the robes, revealing what was inside them. Harry let out a yell, but it sounded like a grunt due to the wad of fabric. It was a baby, but its features were so grotesque, Alaina gasped and shut her eyes as if to block it out. It was hairless and somewhat scaly, but its skin was a dark reddish black. The face was flat and snake-like, but the worst were its gleaming red eyes.

Wormtail heaved the creature into the cauldron and both teenagers wanted nothing more than it to drown.

Wormtail spoke again, although to no one in particular, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"

Alaina and Harry felt the ground quake. What appeared to be dust flew into the air and into the cauldron causing the liquid to become a vivid blue. Soon Wormtail's voice broke out into sobs.

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

Wormtail out stretched his right hand – the one with four fingers – and gripped a dagger as he swung it upward. Alaina shut her eyes, realizing what he was about to do, but Harry gazed transfixed and the short man. There was a bloodcurtling scream. There were some moments when all that could be heard was Wormtail's panting and sobs.

When Alaina opened her eyes she realized that Wormtail was right in front of her and Harry. The silver dagger remained in Wormtail's only hand as he panted out the next words, "B-blood of the enemy… forcibly t-taken… you will… r-resurrect your foe."

The children could do nothing to prevent it. In two slashes he had cut opened their skin. Alaina felt the warm liquid dribble down her face from the cut on her face and Harry's arm hurt due to the wound on his arm. Wormtail fumbled with a glass vial and collected some blood from each one. Their blood mixed and turned a gold color. Everyone stared wide eyed at the concoction until Wormtail decided they were wasting too much time.

He emptied the gold liquid and the whole potion turned the same color gold. Wormtail fell to the ground sobbing, while cradling his stump of an arm. The light emitted from the cauldron was so bright it lit up the whole night, but then it stopped. The liquid turned a black color and the surface they so smooth that it could have been solid.

Hoping it had drowned, Alaina returned to struggling at her bonds, but stopped when a cold hand with long fingers shoved her head against the grave causing more blood to run down her neck from a new wound. She looked up and was staring into the scarlet eyes of none other than the newly risen Lord Voldemort.

This is near the end of the fourth book and the chapter names will correspond with the names of the chapters in the actual book. I will continue onto the fifth book when I finish the remaining chapters in the fourth.

I just thought it would be cool to start in the middle rather than the beginning as so many people do with these sorts of stories.

Also if you are wondering what happened to the other chapter that used to be here, well I had to get rid of it because I didn't like it and it was from the first book.

By the way, yes, I do have the book open in front of me. In case you wanted to check up on the real version of this chapter, it is number thirty-two called Flesh, Blood, and Bone.

Lot's of rambling.

Ron: Yes, but at least it is useful and serious rambling…

Hermione: In that case it isn't rambling, Ronald.