Hey everyone! I am BACK with a new fic, this time a Harry Potter fic as you can see. My Gilmore Girls works-in-progress WILL be continued have no fear. Just, give me a little time. Please?

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The boy came around a corner and stopped short, gripping his head in his hands. His black hair was mussed from running through the maze, and his glasses were slightly askew. The lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead was hurting and prickling worse than ever. When he looked up again, he saw why.

"Ah, just the boy I was looking for" Lord Voldemort said, advancing towards him in a sinister fashion. Harry looked around for the others. Just then, Cedric Diggory came bursting out of the maze.

"Cedric, don't!" cried Harry. But it was too late. With a muttered curse from Voldemort, Cedric fell to the ground, dead.

Harry looked around desperately. But, there was nowhere to go. Suddenly, he remembered. The enchanted sword in Dumbledor's office!

"Accio, sword!"

Then a great silver sword came flying towards them, with Albus Dumbledor hanging desperately onto one end.

"You know the sword is for true emergencies on-" Dumbledor stopped short as he took in the scene before him.

"Voldemort."

"Dumbledor."

And with a laser-like flash from each wizard's wand, the two began to fight whilst the boy ran frantically back through the maze, clutching the Triwizard Tournament cup firmly in his hands.

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And suddenly, in number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, the black- haired, bespectacled boy woke up with a start.

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