I see the green light rushing toward me. My eyes widen in sickening horror. A spell is on my lips... "EXPE-" Cruel laughter and blackness. I have the feeling of time passing, I wonder If I'll see m-
"Wormtail. Check the corpse of that fool Potter!"
What? Alive? How? The crunch of the dead grass under Wormtail's stumbling gait comes closer. I try to be perfectly still, to hold my breath, when I realize that I am not breathing. I suddenly see sky, as I am kicked over unceremoniously by the Traitor, my eyes unblinking. I barely have a moment to contemplate this, when I hear "Crucio!" Strange, no pain, I feel as if I should feel the spell, and suddenly, I do.
How am I not screaming! Suddenly I realize the spell is over, and I can feel my heart beat. Once. Twice. A steady pulse. Holding my breath is nearly impossible now, but I must hold on. I can feel my wand still in my hand, so I grip it tight to ward of the pain.
"Dead as boiled newt, master." I almost wince at the simpering tone. The moment he turns his back I take a quick breath. A fast as I can, I roll to my feet, wand firing a spell...
Asimila
Death eaters scatter as Harry Potter casts his first dark curse, Voldemort's snakelike eyes widen in fear as he immediately identifies the spell through Legimancy.
"Impossi..." Voldemort was cut of by the cry of "Diruo Calvaria!" from Harry.
Wormtail's head explodes in a rain of gore, his skull flying apart in pieces, skin attached. He stood still for a moment, as his brain, which had been untouched by the spell, flopped backwards attached at the brain stem. A piercing, inhuman wail emanated from what was left of Wormtail's throat for a split second before the weight of his brain ripped it off the brainstem.
The lifeless corpse hit the ground to the sound of retching from multiple directions as several death eaters empty their last meals into their masks. Harry barely kept from loosing his own lunch, only through supreme will. A crack sounds out across the grave yard as the anti-travel wards are ripped to shreds. Harry apparates straight through them to Cedric's body, suddenly remembering a moment of that missing time. Cedric's face, and a promise...
"Accio Cup!" Harry catches the cup and vanishes with Cedric's body.
AN. Diruo Calvaria: I'm not sure if I'm the first to string these two together, but I'm pretty sure I am. It literally means "pull to pieces the skull". Nasty spell. I'm just recovering from some RL issues, and this wouldn't leave my brain. I do plan to work on my other stores soon.