Changing Sides

A/N: This is my second fic. I hope it turns out well you like it.

Full Summary: During the Triwizard Tournament, when Harry and Cedric are portkeyed to the graveyard, Cedric is killed and Voldemort and Harry duel. Voldemort realizes Harry's true potential for magic and realizes his abilities are far more developed than the fourteen year old realizes. Voldemort kidnaps Harry, keeping him at Malfoy Manor, forgetting all about his desire to kill him but to raise his to fight for him, to fight for the dark, to fight for evil. While at Malfoy Manor, Harry becomes friends with Draco Malfoy being that he is the only other boy around. Draco teaches him practical dueling skills, Occlumency and more. Voldemort sends Harry and Draco back to school in their fifth year as spies to complete a job that he needs done but Harry cannot say anything about it and Draco would never because he is truly on the Dark Side. Harry's best friends Ron and Hermione realize something is up, and do everything it takes to help Harry since they catch on to the small clues he leaves. Can Harry be saved and can he stop Voldemort once and for all?

Pairings: There will be no Harry/Draco, I don't like fics like that. Possible pairings for Harry in the future include temporary Cho Chang or others.

Disclaimer: This belongs to Miss Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I make no money off of this whatsoever. It was her ingenious mind that made her millions.

Chapter 1 : The Grim Graveyard

"Take it!" Cedric shouted gesturing to the glowing Triwizard Cup as the wind whipped around them. "Take it, you saved me!"

"Together!" Harry shouted back. "One, two–." On the count of three, both boys grabbed a handle on the cup and felt a jerking at their hip as the labyrinth was whisked away from sight.

The two boys landed quite ungracefully on hard ground far from where they should be and the cup bounced away from them along with their wands.

Cedric sat up next to Harry. "It was a portkey," he said looking over to where the cup was lying.

"Cedric, we have to get out of here. I've been here in one of my dreams," Harry said worriedly.

"No, you and I won the tournament, we deserve our prize. Eternal fame, eternal glory, where's our prize?" Cedric asked.

As if on cue, he was answered when a jet of green light flew out from behind a pillar of rock and struck Cedric right below his shoulder. He rolled backwards and laid on the ground motionless.

"Cedric?" Harry asked although he was almost certain of what had become of his friends' fate. "Oh God, no! Cedric!" Harry got up and ran to Cedric whose eyes were grey and his face was pale and he knew that he would never say anything again.

Suddenly, Harry's scar burst with pain. It felt as if it was on fire. Harry threw his hands over it but that did not stop the sensational pain he was feeling.

Then, he saw him. The one who cast the spell. The one who killed Cedric. He was holding a small cloaked bundle.

Harry looked at him. He was a small, dirty man with yellowish colored teeth and resembled a rat. Peter Pettigrew, more commonly known as Wormtail.

Wormtail flicked his wand in Harry's direction and Harry was thrown backwards into a column of stone. "Incarcerous," he said and Harry was quickly bound to the stone.

Harry could not even move and his wand was over by the glowing portkey so there was no way of getting out.

He watched Wormtail and a large cauldron was set upon the ground and there was a bubbling liquid inside it. Wormtail dropped the bundle he was carrying into the cauldron. He scurried over to where Harry was tied, picked up a bone and dropped it into the cauldron.

To Harry's horror, the next thing he did was cut off his own hand and let it fall into the cauldron as well.

Then, he turned to Harry. "Blood of the enemy, forcefully taken," he was whispering as he withdrew a knife. He swept the knife across Harry's forearm in the shape of a lightning bolt drawing blood.

Harry watched as Wormtail hurried back to the cauldron and dropped the knife in. "The Dark Lord will rise again!" he yelled to the skies and then ran off.

The cauldron was bubbling and it was as black as night.

'If only he could reach his wand,' Harry thought.

It was a strange thing that happened next. Harry's wand seem to roll towards him, it rolled over the cup, along the grass, past the cauldron and near Harry's foot.

Even stranger yet, that happened was the cauldron exploding and black smoke consuming him and everything around him. When the smoke cleared, Harry looked back to where the cauldron was.

There was now a man. A tall man, with no hair, slit-like nostrils and black, beady eyes. He was wearing a black cloak and the black smoke seemed to hover at his feet. Something else lay at his feet. Something white and long. A wand.

Harry knew who this man was. He didn't need a name tag with a 'Hello, My Name Is,' sticker. He could tell from the excruciating pain he was now feeling in his scar. Not to mention the fact that about a dozen other figures wearing black cloaks and masks appeared in the graveyard in a semi circle around the first figure.

Lord Voldemort had returned.

"It has been fourteen years since my disappearance," Voldemort said twirling his wand. "I, however, am utterly shocked that none of you came looking for me!" Voldemort turned and pulled the mask off of one of the Death Eaters to his left and the man fell to his knees. "Dolohov! Yaxley! Alecto! Amycus!" Voldemort turned to the last Death Eater standing. "Not even you, Lucius." He pulled off the mask of Lucius Malfoy.

"My Lord," Lucius said as he dropped to his knees as well. "It is difficult for me to admit, but I had believed you to be dead. We all did."

Lucius received many glares from the other Death Eaters at his last comment.

"Fine, fine. I thought myself gone as well. But then I managed to stable myself until I could get a body of my own. And here I stand," Voldemort announced. His attention turned to Cedric Diggory lying on the grass. "And who might this be?" he asked.

"Get away from him!" Harry instinctively shouted.

"Harry! Harry Potter! I had almost forgotten that you were here," Voldemort said spinning around to face Harry.

"Do you remember that day? Fourteen years ago?" he asked.

Harry did not answer.

"Let me help you remember, Harry," Voldemort said. He turned his back on Harry. "You see, I went out to kill you. Your father stood in the way so I simply got rid of him and your mother, who would not move. But when Lily sacrificed her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him and my body was destroyed!" Voldemort spun around to face Harry again. "But that was then, and this is now. I can touch you!" With that, Voldemort placed his bony finger on Harry's scar.

Harry screamed in pain.

Finally, Voldemort removed his finger and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Diffindo!" he commanded and the ropes binding Harry snapped like twigs. "Pick up your wand, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his wand and stood up shakily.

"Old Dumbledore did teach you how to duel, I propose? Ah, yes. First, we bow to each other," Voldemort explained. Upon seeing Harry not bowing, he pointed his wand at him and made him bow. "Good."

"Expell–," Harry tried to shout.

Voldemort merely waved his wand and Harry was unable to even finish his spell and he was on the ground. "Crucio!" Voldemort cried.

Harry was shouting and uncontrollably writhing on the ground in pain. Voldemort finally relieved the curse and let Harry get to his feet.

"Are you ready?" Voldemort asked. He did not wait for a response. "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry ducked the spell and ran and hid behind the stone column.

"GET BACK HERE HARRY POTTER! I WANT YOU TO SEE YOUR DEATH. AND I WANT TO SEE THE LIFE LEAVE YOUR EYES!" Voldemort shouted.

Harry was leaning against the stone breathing heavily. He was thinking about what to do and he decided that there was no way out. If he was going to die, he would go down fighting. He emerged slowly from behind the rock clutching his wand.

"Have it your way," Harry said.

One of the Death Eaters flinched suddenly.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry's jet of red light collided in midair with Voldemort's jet of green light. The green light was consuming Harry's red light rather quickly.

"No, no, no," Harry was saying.

Figures started coming from the center of the wands as a ghostly white bubble formed around Voldemort and Harry. One of the figures was an old man, Cedric Diggory and Harry saw... Lily and James Potter.

"Mum," Harry managed to say.

"You're ready," Lily Potter said. "Let go, and get out of here."

"Harry," Cedric said. "Get my body back to my father. Please."

"Let go," Lily Potter said again.

Harry tugged on his wand and the spell broke and he dipped under the Killing Curse. The ghostly figures flew towards Voldemort giving Harry a second of time. He ran to Cedric's body and was about to summon the portkey but his wand flew out of his hand.

Harry's wand flew gracefully to the hand of Antonin Dolohov.

Harry stood up and faced Dolohov eyeing the portkey he needed to get to.

"There is no escape, Potter," Dolohov said. "You and this boy's body will lie here and no one will find you."

Harry looked at the cup and it was rolling towards him. He tried not to show too much emotion or Dolohov might turn around. Why was the cup rolling toward him? Was he performing wandless magic? He didn't know and he didn't stick around to find out for Dolohov raised his wand and Harry ran.

"Where is Potter?" Voldemort asked.

"He ran," Dolohov replied.

Lucius Malfoy emerged from behind a large statue holding a struggling Harry who was desperately trying to escape him.

"I found him," Lucius said holding Harry's arms behind his back.

"Your mother can't always save you," Voldemort sneered and nodded to Lucius who released Harry and let him fall to the ground on his knees.

Harry looked at Cedric's body lying near him and the Triwizard Cup lying on the ground about ten feet from Cedric. It was now or never.

"Accio Cup!" Harry cried stretching out his hands.

The Triwizard Cup soared through the air towards Harry's open hands.

"NO!" Voldemort screamed. He waved his wand and the cup changed direction and landed on Cedric and both Cedric and the cup disappeared.

Harry put his hands down and stared at them and kneeled back, feeling tired.

"Well, wandless magic. What a great feat for Harry Potter. What a great talent. What a great power I would love to have on my side," Voldemort said. "Bring him," he nodded to Lucius.

Lucius pulled Harry back to his feet and Harry could barely support himself. He felt so exhausted. First time wandless magic can do that to a wizard, especially such a young one. Harry was led, well, practically dragged over to where the cauldron used to be and Voldemort, his Death Eaters and Lucius stood in the clearing.

They looked around and then taking Harry with them, disapparated.

A/N: This chapter may have been a little long but that was because I wanted to fit it all in there and I have the full summary on top too. I'll try to update as soon as I can. Review with your comments.

–-Elizabeth