A/N: Well, in celebration of my 26th birthday, you're getting a present: an update for this, and hopefully Thanks to the Basilisk and Tabula Rasa! For this story, there will probably be two more chapters for the prologue, after that, this will not be updated again, as I will be working on the post-war chapters, and they will be part of the main story. Now, Arte Non Vi/By Skill Not Force, the full story, will not be published until I have written up to the beginning of Game of Thrones, i.e. the expedition beyond the Wall by Ser Waymar Royce, Will and Gared.

By Skill Not Force

Prologue II: I Will Not Bow

422nd Quidditch World Cup, Dover-August 2, 2005-Draco Malfoy

"Can you believe we're really here?" Harry asked excitedly. Draco just grinned at his best friend, glad to see him acting his age again. After the revelations of the previous year, Harry had been extremely tense, even after Sirius' trial. Before the trial, it had been a tenseness born of a desire for revenge, which quickly led to him becoming the most dangerous duellist in Slytherin, and probably the entire school. After the trial it was born of worry and fear of his own godfather, one that would only fade after Harry got to know his godfather, something that Draco was only too happy to help his friend with. "This is going to be great!" Harry said, bringing Draco back to the present.

"Yes, it is Mr Potter. Now, would you mind if I talk to my son alone?" Lucius said. Harry gave a quick nod and ran off to find Hermione, who had been invited by the infamous jokesters of Gryffindor, the Weasley Twins. Lucius then poured two glasses of wine, and offered one to Draco. Draco looked to his father in shock and confusion, he had never been offered wine before. "Drink up, you deserve it after this last year. I must say that I was shocked, but pleased when you asked to learn how to manage our businesses and accounts, Draco."

Taking a sip of the wine, and finding he liked the taste, he explained to his father. "Harry has told me what happens to some Muggles when they come into large amounts of money. Because they don't know how to manage it, they become paupers just as quickly as they became rich. I don't want that to happen to me, I want to be able to not only manage my money, but make it work for me, to grow and multiply."

"You are making me very proud, Draco, especially as it seems to me that you've found the love of your life already." Draco looked at his father in confusion. "Harry Potter," Lucius explained.

Draco gaped at him before bursting into laughter. "Me and Harry? Father, trust me when I say we're both straight. And you have clearly never heard Harry talk about or seen him with Hermione Granger." Lucius raised his eyebrow, so Draco explained. "Watch him with her and you'll understand the difference between the love we share and the love they share. Trust me, father, you'll see that our love is just a stronger version of the love you share with Uncle Xeno."

"If you insist, Draco. Now, about your dreams of making money work for you, here's some ideas . . ."

By the end of the World Cup, Draco knew his father now believed him about Harry. There was no way that one could watch those two together and not understand that they were madly in love with each other, especially after Harry's complete lack of reaction to the Veela thanks to Hermione. Draco had just told Harry about his dad's thoughts about their relationship when Lucius burst in their room. "Boys, get out and run for the woods."

"Father, what's going on?"

"Some of my old . . . compatriots went and got drunk and are causing a riot. Now run, and watch out for your friends, especially Miss Granger. They'd love to get their hands on her." With that last warning, he ran out to join those trying to stop the Death Eaters.

Draco quickly grabbed his wand and was about to leave when he realized that Harry wasn't behind him. "Harry, come on! We need to get out of here! What's taking so long?"

"I can't find my wand, Draco! I know I had it when we left for the match but it's gone!"

Draco was worried. If there was one thing that he had managed to impress on Harry, it was to have your wand on you at all times. "We'll find it later, now let's go!"

As soon as they left the tent, they saw Sirius and Lucius outside, running towards the commotion. Sirius quickly spotted them and said "Boys, get to the woods, now! Leave the fight to us!" Together, the two friends ran through the campsite, but were forced apart when they encountered the panicked mob.

After a few minutes, Draco had safely made it to the woods, where someone was waiting for him. "So, Malfoy, why aren't you celebrating with your parents?" There, not ten feet away stood Ron Weasley, Draco and Harry's number one enemy at Hogwarts, as he had been since that fateful day on the train nearly three years ago. The quintessential Gryffindor, claiming to be solidly Light, hated all Slytherins, no matter what, the first to proclaim Harry Dark for anything he did, and a Muggle-lover. In short, he was everything that both Harry and Draco despised.

"And just what do you think we'd be celebrating, Weasel?" Draco asked, using a nickname he knew Weasley hated. Then he noticed who was near Weasley: a particular muggleborn Gryffindor that was easily identified by her bushy brown hair. "Hermione? What are you doing with him? Why didn't you come to the game with us?" Draco was shocked to see her anywhere near Weasel, especially as he had been the reason her life had been threatened by the troll nearly three years ago.

"Well, I'd have gone with you, if you'd asked first, Draco. But the twins asked on the train ride home. Hey, where's Harry? I thought he'd be with you?"

"What are you talking about? Of course he's with-" But when Draco turned around, Harry wasn't there. "NO! Hermione, would you come with me to find him?" Without a second of hesitation, Hermione joined him, and they started calling out for Harry while retracing Draco's steps. By the time they returned to the campgrounds where the riot had started, it was deserted, and felt more like a graveyard, especially with the mists and skeletons of tents covering the ground.

Then, from the midst of the graveyard, near where they finally found Harry (who had been knocked unconscious by the crowd,) someone called out "MORSMORDE!" And with that, a giant green skull with a snake coming out of it's mouth appeared. As soon as the symbol was completed, 20 POPs sounded, and Harry pulled his friends down just as they all sounded out "Stupefy!"

"STOP! That's my son there, you blithering idiots!" Lucius' voice called out. "I thought I told you to stay in the woods," he reprimanded them, while hugging Draco close.

"Which of you conjured it?" Barty Crouch Sr demanded, waving his wand in front of them. "Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?!"

"It wasn't us!" Draco insisted.

"Do not lie! You were caught at the scene of the crime!"

To Draco's shock Harry stepped in front of Crouch and nearly lost his temper with him. "You dare accuse us of conjuring the Dark Mark? Do you know who I am?! I lost my parents to that bastard, and have sworn myself to his destruction, no matter the cost! Hermione here is a muggleborn for Merlin's sake, she'd be high on Voldemort's hit list! Draco here, I trust with my life, and have on several occasions! So find yourselves some other scapegoat, Crouch, and leave my friends and family out of it! If I hear so much as a hint of you accusing me, my friends, or Sirius of such things ever again, I'll destroy you, do you understand?" Reluctantly, Crouch backed down, and they departed in peace after summoning Harry's wand from Crouch's house-elf.

Hogwarts Great Hall-October 31, 2005-Hermione

For once, Hermione sat with all her friends, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike, as they watched and waited for the Goblet of Fire to make its choice of champions known in the dim room. She was perfectly happy tonight, partly because her friends were all beside her, and partly because she knew that this year, Harry would have nothing to worry about except getting good grades. With the age-line guarding the Goblet, and Harry promising that he wasn't interested, he was finally safe from any misadventures for a year. In First Year, there was the threat against the Philosopher's Stone (which they all believed was a set-up,) Second Year had the Chamber of Secrets reopened, and last year the 'threat' from Sirius and the very real threat of the Dementors.

As they watched, Viktor Krum was chosen from Durmstrang, Fleur Delacour for Beauxbatons, and finally Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts. "Excellent!" Dumbledore called out to the assembled students. "We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory, the Tri-Wizard Cup!" But the celebration was cut short, as first Snape, then others noticed that the Goblet wasn't done spitting names, and Hermione had a bad feeling about whose name was about to come out.

Sure enough, it was Harry's name that the Goblet shot out, and as soon as the commotion died down, Hermione, Neville Longbottom, the Weasley Twins, Draco and Daphne Greengrass ran to their most common meeting room: the Room of Requirement. Harry had discovered it quite by accident in their Second Year while escaping a mob of Gryffindors, and ever since the four friends had used it as their HQ and meeting place. Turning to her friends, Hermione asked, "So, do any of you actually believe that Harry put his name in the Goblet?"

The others all turned and looked at each other, before Fred spoke up. "I almost wish he had put his name in, Hermione. But it's obvious he didn't, and that means Riddle is behind this."

"You're right, Fred. If Harry had simply gotten past the age-line, then his name would have replaced Cedric's, not come out in addition to it," Draco stated. "But right now we have two things to do. First, we need to assure Harry that we stand with him. Second, we need to work together in order to find out the tasks and help Harry survive them. There is no way that Riddle wants Harry to survive the Tournament, so we need to do everything we can to make certain he does."

"And what about the rest of the school? They'll certainly see him as a cheater," George asked.

"That's a secondary concern," Daphne said. "We can argue with them for a week and some will still refuse to believe that Harry is innocent. We need to focus on what we can do. If we can convince others, good. If not, then so be it."

Tournament Arena, Hogwarts Grounds-November 27, 2005-Harry

Harry watched the other champions paced nervously while he sat as cool as the breeze that blew that day. They were probably nervous about their own strategies to take on the dragons. Personally, Harry couldn't be more secure. All he had to do was keep the dragon busy, while Medusa took care of the rest. Then he heard a whispered "Harry? Are you there?"

Thankful he was sitting next to the wall of the tent, Harry whispered back "Yeah, I'm here. What is it?"

"How are you feeling? Nervous?"

Harry laughed at that. "Hermione, have you ever known a Slytherin to be nervous. I'm fine, I promise. And when I say fine, I mean by your definition of fine." To prove it, he pulled her into the tent and gave her a hug. "Hermione, lately I've been thinking about the things we've been through, and I don't know if I'd be alive if it wasn't for you. I also want to say that I'm sorry-"

"Sorry for what, Harry? What could you possibly need to apologize to me for?"

"For ignoring you and your troubles, for asking so much from you and giving so little. It's so rare that I can be there for you, but you're always there for me. And I want to make it up to you, I want to be there for you whenever you need me."

"Harry, if you're talking about what happened in First Year before we became friends, forget about it. You don't owe me anything. You've helped me lose my selfish pride in being so intelligent and taught me that there's more to life than my books, and I love you for it."

"Maybe I don't owe you, but I still want to be there for you from now on," Harry replied. "Hermione, would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?"

To say that Hermione was mad would be an understatement. "If you think that I'll be your girlfriend just because you feel guilty, you have another thing coming, Harry James Potter-Slytherin!"

"What?! NO, it's not like that, Hermione! Remember how I avoided you for a few days last week? I had to take a little time to work out my feelings, if I simply felt that I owed you or if I truly loved you, the way my parents loved each other. Do you know what I realized?" Hermione shook her head in the universal sign for 'no.' "I realized that I've been in love with you since at least Second Year. It was out of a desire for vengeance for what Riddle did to you that I destroyed him, not for anything else."

"But Draco-"

"Draco is my best friend and brother in all but blood, that's all. It's you that I truly love, Hermione. Will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?" As an answer, she pulled him into a hug and gave him a kiss full on the lips, which was caught by Rita Skeeter, a reporter that Harry absolutely hated. Fortunately, she was sent out of the tent by Dumbledore and the rest of the Tournament officials, (though Dumbledore also kicked Hermione out!)

Crouch then gathered the champions and, holding a bag, bid each of them to pick something out of it. As it turned out, the bag held miniature dragons, each with a number around it's neck. Fleur picked out the Welsh Green, Krum got the Chinese Fireball, Diggory the Swedish Short-snout, and Harry grabbed the worst of the lot-the Hungarian Horntail. "These represent four very real dragons," Crouch explained. "Each of which has been given a golden egg to protect amongst its' own. Your objective is simple: collect the golden egg without damaging the real eggs. This you must do, for each egg contains a clue, without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?"

Cedric was the first to be sent out, then Fleur, and finally Krum. Harry knew why they'd been ordered that way: the Short-snout was the least difficult and dangerous of the dragons, while his own Horntail was the worst, the Tournament organizers wanted to put on a show, so they worked their way up to the most dangerous dragon. Finally, it was his turn, but when they went out, Harry only saw the nest, where was the dragon? "Back and to the right!" Medusa hissed out, and Harry quickly moved out of the way. He quickly found a large rock to hide behind and set Medusa on the ground. "Now, like we planned, swallow the fake egg, and only the fake, understand?" Harry hissed to her.

"I know, just make certain that the mother serpent of fire and air doesn't notice me," Medusa replied, and she slithered away. Harry grinned at his little basilisk and fired a Reducto near the Horntail. The dragon roared fiercely before launching a wave of fire at him, which Harry countered with a whispered "Aqua Erecto," a water shield that had originally been created to deal with Fiendfyre. For about three minutes, the two exchanged fire, while, unnoticed by the dragon or the crowd, Medusa slithered up to the nest and swallowed the golden egg.

"What is Mr Potter doing?" Ludo Bagman asked. "He has done nothing to move so much as an inch closer to the egg." Yet as he said that, Medusa returned to Harry, and with a quick "Sachessa," the dragon fell to the ground, stunned, Harry bent down to allow Medusa to wrap herself around his arm, and the two calmly walked back to safety.

Inside the tent, Crouch stormed towards Harry, demanding to know why he left before he completed the task. "But Mr Crouch, I have completed my task. Medusa here is carrying the golden egg."

"You were not permitted to use pets in the task, Mr Potter!"

"Medusa is not a pet, Mr Crouch, she is my familiar! And I made certain that familiars can be used in the Tournament when I was researching the past Tournaments."

"Harry, may I ask what kind of snake she is?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'm surprised you don't recognize her species, Professor. She's a basilisk." At that, the entire room burst into a storm of noise as all nine people in the tent started shouting. Within seconds, both Harry and Medusa were getting headaches from the shouts, so Harry quickly hissed out "Silassa," and the room went silent. Merlin, he loved Parselmagic! "Now, one at a time, I am going to let you speak again. Now, Sassessi," he hissed, pointing his wand at Crouch.

"Breeding basilisks is a crime punishable by a year in Azkaban! I demand that you tell me where you got it!"

"Crouch, unless you have a way to imprison a man that's been dead for fifteen hundred years, or if you intend on punishing an animal for what it does naturally, you cannot prosecute this. Eithne was hatched by my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, and Medusa is her daughter."

Dumbledore was next to be unsilenced. "Where did you learn those spells, Mr Potter? Many of those were Auror level or Dark spells."

"Most of them I learned from Professor Moody when he learned that I intend to become a battlemage at the least, the rest from either Draco, Mrs Malfoy or Sirius. Now, any more questions?" They all shook their heads. "Good, then we can move on to the scores and next task."

Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch-May 27, 2006-Harry

The four champions and their families walked onto the Quidditch Pitch to the cheers of the crowd, the Hogwarts band playing their March. Dumbledore muttered "Sonorous," and his magically magnified voice echoed into the stands. "Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Tri-wizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand. In first place, with ninety points - Mr. Harry Potter! In second place, with eighty-five points - Mr Cedric Diggory, both of Hogwarts School!" The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In second place, with eighty points - Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" More applause. "And in third place – Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy! Now, earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Tri-Wizard Cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it's exact location. The champions will enter the maze in the order of their points. The first person to touch the Cup will be portkeyed back here, and will be declared the winner!

"The professors and Ministry Aurors will be patrolling the border of the maze. Should at any point a contestant wish to withdraw from the task, he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands." Then, cancelling the spell, he gathered the champions together. "Inside the maze, Hagrid has placed many dangerous creatures, but that's not the worst of it. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the Cup if you can, but be very wary, you could just lose yourselves along the way." Then he announced the beginning of the task, and like before, Filch fired off the canon just as Dumbledore started the countdown, and so the Final Task began.

As soon as Harry had gotten out of sight of the starting circle, he cast Hermione's Point Me charm, and started off in the direction of the Cup. For a long time, Harry found nothing, not even a flobberworm. This wasn't to say that the maze wasn't challenging, as it would often shift, and Harry had to keep moving, or be swallowed by the walls. Eventually, after all the other Champions had entered the maze, he finally encountered trouble in the form of an easily conquered Confundus Mist. Then he heard Fleur scream from somewhere ahead of him, and when he found her, she was being pulled into the hedges, so he quickly sent up some red sparks before the maze changed shape again.

Just as he was leaving the area though, he found Krum, who immediately pulled his wand on the British celebrity. But as fast as the Bulgarian was, Harry was faster, and he fired off a Parseltongue body-bind before Krum could do anything. Once again, Harry fired off the red sparks before moving on, smirking. Now the Cup was guaranteed to belong to Hogwarts, but Harry wasn't satisfied with that, no Slytherin would be. He wanted the win for himself.

Unfortunately for him, he hit a snag on his way to the win: a sphinx. "You are very near your goal. The quickest way is past me," she said.

"And you're not going to just let me past, are you?" She just smiled and shook her head. "Very well, ask your riddle."

"Ah, but to continue, you must answer three riddles."

"Just ask them, blast you!"

"My, you do have a temper, don't you. Very well, here is your first riddle:

I never was, am always to be

No one ever saw me, nor ever will

And yet I am the confidence of all

Who live and breathe on this terrestrial ball."

Harry grinned at that. "That is almost too easy. What else is always to be but the future?"

The sphinx just moved on to the next riddle.

"If you break me,
I do not stop working.
If you touch me,
I may be snared.
If you lose me,
Nothing will matter.
What am I?"

This question had Harry stumped for a few minutes. But with a touch of inspiration realized "What could it be, but your heart?"

Again, the sphinx just moved on to the next riddle.

"The man who builds it doesn't want it,

The man who wants it doesn't use it,

The man who uses it doesn't know he has it,

And never will.

What is it?"

Again the young Slytherin lord was stumped, but again the answer came to him. "What man could use something and not know it, but a dead man? And what does he use other than a coffin or tomb?"

"Well done, young one. You may now pass." Harry then rushed past, and spotted the Cup just beyond. The maze started changing again, and Harry ran, desperate for the win. But as he ran, he noticed that the shifting maze was actually being caused by something moving towards him. When the path crossed his, Harry was shocked to see an Acromantula charging towards him. Without even thinking, he silently cast a spell that Tom's diary had taught him: Arania Exumai, and the giant spider was killed, flying back and landing with a crack. To his surprise, he heard someone, probably Diggory, call out in pain, leaving him clear to take the Cup. As soon as he did, he felt the familiar sensation of being hooked behind his navel as he was portkeyed . . .

. . . to a graveyard?! "What the bloody hell is going on here?" Harry asked himself. Just then, he spotted the one person in all the world that he hated more than Voldemort. "Pettigrew!" he growled out, sounding more like Sirius than normal. The damned traitor was walking towards him with some kind of bundle in his arms. Well, this time he wasn't going to get away! Quickly and silently, Harry cast the one spell he knew would both stop the rat and hurt him, the burning dart curse: Ardeo.

Unfortunately for him, Pettigrew managed to dodge the curse, and a voice coming from the bundle said "Stop him from casting again!" With a speed Harry didn't know the rat had, he had bound Harry in chains against a statue of Death. Then, to add insult to injury, Pettigrew snapped his wand!

"You had already doomed yourself by running, Pettigrew, but I was going to give you the mercy of a quick death. By the time I'm through with you, you'll be begging for death!" Harry swore.

"Oh, shut up Potter!" Pettigrew snarled as dropped the bundle into a cauldron full of a potion. Then he pointed his wand at a tomb, pulled a bone out of it, and sent it to join the potion, all the while chanting "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son." Oddly, the next thing he did was switch wand hands and chanted "Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed, you will revive your master." The reason he switched became obvious as he cut off his own hand to let it fall into the potion. Then he a knife and started carving into the skin of Harry's left arm, just above his wrist. The rat then collected some of the blood onto his knife, chanting "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe." As he turned the knife so the blood flowed into the potion, he said "The Dark Lord will rise again!"

And so he did, the one ugly baby shape quickly taking on the form of an adult human with red eyes and without hair or nose, and the smoke coalesced into a robe in only 30 seconds. A minute after that, he called his other Death Eaters, who immediately apparated there. As he berated them and monlogued, Harry started to plan. He still had a weapon, as he constantly carried Sheara with him and had been training with both Draco and Neville in the use of their ancestral weapons in duels, both with and without magic. It had been a pleasant surprise to find that Sheara could act as a wand if necessary, so Harry had two advantages that Tom didn't know about, and that gave him the advantage.

Finally, Voldemort finished his monologue and turned towards Harry. "Now, it's time for you to die, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you. After tonight, no one will ever again question my power. After tonight, if they speak of you, they'll only speak of how you begged for death. And I, being a merciful lord, obliged."

"Good luck with that, I intend to survive this little encounter, Tom." Then, with a quick and silent Abrecap benda, the chains shattered, allowing Harry to unshrink the box containing Sheara, which immediately fell to the ground, opening on its own and shooting Sheara up to a height that allowed Harry to catch it. "Now, let's start with you, you damned rat!" He quickly swung the poleaxe around once, charging it with magic, and on the second time around, released it. The magic flew out in an ever-expanding wedge, until it hit Pettigrew, where it immediately sliced an arm off and then continued on to destroy the cauldron used in the ritual.

Voldemort stared in shock at what his nemesis had done. "Impressive, Harry. Do you mind if I take a look at that weapon if I swear that neither I nor my followers will harm you while I have it, and that I will return it?" Harry briefly considered it, then, realizing that Riddle could possibly tell him more about their ancestor's weapon. Tom studied the weapon for several minutes before announcing his findings. "This is the most impressive enchanted weapon I have ever seen! Good English oak enchanted to be unbreakable, goblin-forged, Damascus style mithril blades, with basilisk venom absorbed into the spear point and axe. And enchanted so that only a certain family can use it at all. I'm impressed, Harry. I had no idea Hogwarts had started teaching such techniques, or is it just for you? I may have to raise my opinion of Dumbledore," he finished as he handed it back.

Harry started laughing. "You actually think I enchanted Sheara? Tom old boy, you are really overestimating my abilities! Uncle Lucius, have you been telling tales? No, no, I found this, and am currently one of only two people able to use it, so far as I know."

Despite his shock at the title Harry gave his right hand man, Voldemort was intrigued. "And who is the other, Harry?"

Harry just grinned, and slashed the poleaxe at Macnair while hissing out "Sachera!" The black spell shot out from the spear point and hit the executioner for the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, and the man fell dead. Then he turned to the traitor, and hissed out "Searassa!" and the rat fell to the ground, screaming in pain. "Good enough for you, Tom?"

Voldemort stared in shock at Harry and what he had done (and was still doing, as Wormtail still shook and screamed in pain.) "Good enough, he asks?! I say we would welcome you into our family, Harry. Join me, join us, and you would be welcome amongst us as no one else will."

Harry just started laughing. "Join you? Like hell I will! I will not bow to a psychopath with delusions of grandeur, especially one who is responsible for all the pain my family has suffered!"

"So be it, Potter. Crucio!" Instantly he was filled with the worst pain he had ever known: his bones were on fire, his head splitting even worse than his old scar pains, it was bad enough that he almost wanted to die if it would end the pain. Then the pain ended as abruptly as it had started. "Just a short pause there. That hurt, didn't it, Harry? You don't want me to do that again, do you?" But Harry didn't answer, he just grabbed Sheara and, using it as a staff, stood back up, defiance shining in his eyes. "I asked whether you want me to do that again, so answer me! Imperio!"

The peaceful bliss of the Imperious Curse flowed over Harry, but if there was one thing Harry had going for him, it was an indomitable will. "I have told you once, and I'll tell you again: I will not bow to you, Tom!"

"What does it take to break you?! I swear, you will bow to me and to death before this war is through!"

"Then let's set the world to burn, Tom, because I'm going to kill you. Exosso!" Voldemort moved out of the way of the curse, but what he hadn't known was that he wasn't even the target, as the white curse immediately hit Pettigrew, who had gotten up while Harry was under the Cruciatus. Instantly the black flames of the bone-eating curse started their work, and Pettigrew started screaming in pain again. The Death Eaters scattered as Harry swung Sheara again, and hit Voldemort with a Celtic killing curse. But as Voldemort was newly reborn, it only destroyed his latest soul anchor-his pet serpent: Nagini. With the Death Eaters scattered, and Voldemort reeling from the loss of his Horcrux, Harry ran for the Tri-Wizard Cup and was instantly portkeyed to the entrance of the maze. He had one thing to say: "He's back, Voldemort is back!"

Chapter Playlist:

Quidditch World Cup

Dark Mark

Goblet of Fire

Still There for Me-Corbin Bleu

Golden Egg

Hogwarts March

Maze

Voldemort

I Will Not Bow-Breaking Benjamin