They landed in their new destination in a heap, with Rikki on top of Harry.
Harry blushed a faint scarlet as he felt Rikki's body against his own.
Rikki, seemingly oblivious to their position, asked him: "Where the fuck are we?"
"Hehehh...I-I don't know."
They took in their surroundings and found themselves in a spooky looking graveyard. That was...weird.
Rikki stood up and helped Harry to stand.
"Do you think that this is another thing in the task?"asked Harry.
Rikki POV
"Nah, I don't think so..." I replied.
Suddenly, a tombstone a tombstone near us explodes. I manage to pull Harry out the way as chunks of stone start flying everywhere.
We find ourselves in a clearing with graves encircling us.
That is when I hear the voice that will be forever imbedded into my memory.
"Kill the spare!" the disembodied voice hisses from behind me.
I quickly turned around to face the voice.
I could see the green light of the Avada Kedavra Curse rushing towards me.
I knew that it was my time to die.
With a cry before I crumpled to the ground, I cried my beloved's name. "HARRY!"
And I was no more.
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Harry POV
My heart just broke as I saw Rikki's unseeing, now dull silver eyes.
They say that one looks peaceful in death, but with Rikki, that statement is a lie. She looked as if she was still troubled, like as if she had some unfinished business to be done. Of course she did! She never got the chance to live out her bloody life!
I couldn't move. All I could do was stare at her.
I could see a jet of flying towards me suddenly flying towards me. My eyes widened as it struck me squarely in the chest and I knew no more.
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My head was pounding.
I could smell the strong scents of different potions lingering in the air. I open my eyes to see Pettigrew near a HUGE cauldron plopping questionable things into it.
My arms were bound to some statue, there was no free movement allowed.
"Don't try escaping Harry. You'll join your little girlfriend soon enough." a voice that I knew well.
I heard it long enough in my dreams to not recognize it.
"She's not my girlfriend, you bastard! Just...my best friend. Why the fuck am I even SPEAKING to YOU?!" I yelled.
The homonculus cackled from where it was on the ground.
Harry's scar started to prickle.
Peter began the resurrection ritual.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you shall resurrect your son!" A bone from the grave he was tied to flew out and landed into the palm of Peter's outstretched one. He dropped it into the cauldron.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly given, you shall resurrect your foe!" Peter went over to Harry with a shiny silver dagger and cut him on his right forearm.
Harry yelled in agony. He could feel his own blood running down his arm.
Peter went back to the cauldron and tipped the blood that had made it onto the dagger. The liquid fizzed a royal blue.
"F-Flesh of t-the servant, willingly given, you shall resurrect your master!" Harry watched in morbid fascination as he cut off his right hand. Peter blubbered as he held his severed hand and stared at his bleeding stump.
He dropped his hand and the liquid in the cauldron turned a poisonous green.
Harry could feel the disfigured baby creature's excitement. It sickened him, the excitement actually was almost borderline sexual pleasure.
"Put me in the cauldron Wormtail!"the humanoid demanded.
Wormtail immediately complied.
That was when Harry's scar felt as if it were bursting. He could do nothing except shut his eyes tightly and grit his teeth.
'Let it drown, please let it drown! Let it drown dear God, I beg you!' Harry thought frantically. Normally, he wasn't one to believe in God, but right now, he needed all the help he could ask for.
But his prayers were not answered.
The liquid turned into a blinding white, with a tall figure stepping out.
With his chocolate colored hair ,perfectly sculpted pale body, aristocratic features and ruby eyes,
Lord Voldemort had risen again.
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