Hey, guys! This idea popped into my head, and persisted until I wrote it a few years ago. I then promptly forgot it until a few days ago, when I stumbled upon it. I decided to edit and post it, so enjoy! (note: I haven't had time to do a good edit, so sorry for the crap. The slashes instead of italics will be fixed soon, I promise!)
This is her beta hikarinayoshi speaking. Please ignore the statement about the not good editing. That was before I edited it. I edited this just now. Enjoi! I shall now leave you to bask in my glorious editing powers.
Double edit here. There was't enough paragraph breaks. Again. I'm sorry. Blame my beta. She's better at grammar.
"Kill the spare."
"Avada Kedavera!"
A flash of green light later, and Cedric was falling.
Harry, without hesitating, yelled, "Accio Cup!" The Triwizard Cup flew at him, and he grabbed Cedric's wrist.
"Stop them!"
Harry turned, and saw a sickly orange light speeding at him from a figure who looked suspiciously familiar. It managed to cut a gash on his left arm, spilling blood all over a tombstone. That was when the cup hit him in the back, and he was spinning through the air.
Unceremoniously, the portkey dumped them at the front of the maze. Cheering greeted him. When he looked up, starting to get dizzy, he saw Madame Pomfrey rushing over to him, closely followed by Albus Dumbledore, Amos Diggory and his wife, Moody, Cho, Hermione, and Ron.
"Cup- portkey-" Harry choked out, grasping his arm. "Cedric's hurt-"
And an intense pain pierced his scar. He fell over, screaming.
Wormtail, walking near a giant cauldron.
Bone of father, unknowingly stolen... a voice seemed to speak right into his mind. A bone was dumped into the cauldron by a trembling Wormtail.
Blood of the enemy, forcefully taken... Wormtail removed blood from a headstone with his wand, placing it into a vial and dropping it into a pot.
My blood, Harry realized through the pain.
Flesh of the servant, willingly given...
Harry managed to expel himself from the vision at that point.
The school mediwitch was attempting to bandage his arm, and Harry shook his head.
"Voldemort-" he gasped, turning his head, only to be frozen, not by the head-splitting pain coming from his scar, but from the odd sight of Hermione kissing an inanimate Cedric. Cho was screaming at her, with Ron visibly holding her back.
Amos Diggory was arguing with Dumbledore not a few feet to his left. "Muggle medicine isn't what I want for my boy-"
Hemione stopped kissing Cedric, and began pushing his chest. Somewhere in his mind, it clicked. Hermione was using muggle first aid- Cedric drew a breath, and Hermione cried out in relief, pulling her hands back from Cedric. Ron released Cho, who immediately fell to her knees and slapped Hermione right across her face.
The stands were just sounds of chaos as Harry was sucked back into his he saw men in masks, gathered in a semi circle around Voldemort, before managing to break away again.
Cedric was sitting up, holding Cho and his mother tightly. Hermione and Ron looked down at him, worried.
"Voldemort's back," Harry whispered, as the darkness claimed him once more.
And this is how Muggles trump Magic. Enjoy, and review!