I don't own Harry Potter. The H/G part of the story starts in earnest in Ch.8, but it will not make sense unless you read the entire story. Thanks , Enjoy!

Together Cedric and Harry reached for the cup, preparing for an unorthodox Hogwarts victory. Suddenly they both felt a tug from their navels and were pulled through the air spinning off to an unknown location.

With an unceremonious thud, both landed on the grass.

"The cup was a portkey!" Harry heard Cedric mutter.

"Wands out" Harry replied looking through the dark gloom.

They were standing in a grave yard surrounded by looming monuments which blocked their view. A giant human size cauldron sat beside them with steam billowing off.

They both spun around as they heard a man approach from behind.

"Kill the spare" they heard from a bundle in his arms.

A jet of green light flew from the short man's arms hitting Cedric straight in the chest.

"No! Cedric!" Harry yelled clutching his scar.

Looking into the man's eyes he saw it was wormtail staring back.

"Incarcerous" yelled wormtail, sending Harry flying into a grave stone. His body was tied to the grave, but his left arm was left free. He felt his wand fall slack from his grip and fear gripped him as he saw wormtail drop the baby like thing into the cauldron.

All Harry could think was "I hope it drowns"

Then wormtail began to speak.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son." With a wave of his wand stream of dust burst from Harry's feet and flew into the cauldron giving of sparks.

"Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master." With these words wormtail raised a silver knife and brought it down on is left wrist cutting his hand of into the cauldron. Howling with pain he turned toward Harry.

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe." Cutting into Harry's free arm he gathered his blood on the knife before flicking it into the cauldron

Immediately the potion burst into flames and slowly a figure bathed in steam rose from the magical fire.

Lord Voldemort had risen again.

His bald head turned as he examined his new body, stretching out his long fingers and searching with his red slits of eyes. He paid no attention to the moaning Wormtail.

"Robe me."

Wormtail bustled forward awkwardly cradling his left stump, and clumsily pulled a robe around the man standing before him. He then handed him a wand, whimpered and backed away.

His bald head turned as he examined his new body, stretching out his long fingers and searching with his red slits of eyes. He paid no attention to the moaning Wormtail.

Raising his wand up, his slammed Wormtail into a head stone, causing him to lay there crumpled up and crying. Seeing Harry, he let out a high, cold, mirthless laugh.

Wormtail's robes were no soaked through with blood which shimmered in the moonlight.

"My Lord…" he chocked, "My Lord… you promised… you did promise…"

"Wormtail your arm"

"Thank, you master, thank you" he whimpered holding out his stump.

"Your other arm" Said Voldemort who grabbed his arm and yanked up the sleeve to reveal a red tattoo. A single long finger reached out and pressed the center of the mark causing Wormtail to grimace in pain. As Voldemort lifted his finger up Harry was able to make out the what it was- the same skull with a snake protruding from its- exactly as it had appeared at the Quiditch World Cup: The Dark Mark. Voldemort examined it carefully, slowly tracing it with a long yellow finger nail.

"It is back," he whispered, "they will all have noticed it... and now, we shall see…. Now we shall know…"

A cruel look of satisfaction on his face, Voldemort straightened up, threw back his head, and stared around at the dark graveyard.

"How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?" he murmured, his head back as he looked into the sky. "And how many will be foolish enough to stay away?

He began to pace in a circle around the clearing the graveyard were moments before he had emerged from the cauldron. A flick of his wand and the cauldron was reduced to dust leaving him standing in the center of the circle.

After about a moment of silence he turned toward Harry bringing his red eyes up to meet Harry's, a twisted smile on his snake like face.

"You stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father," he hissed softly. "A muggle and a fool… like your dear mother. But they had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child… I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself, in death…"

Voldemort laughed again. And began to pace again, looking around him at the grave stones as he walked. As he walked Harry noticed a large snake circling a perimeter-the same snake from his dream- every so often it's tongue testing the air.

"You see that house upon the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, a witch who lived here in this village, fell in love with him. But he abandoned her when she told him what she was... he didn't like magic, my father…"

He continued to pace, his eyes hovering on each grave stone.

"Listen to me reliving family history…" he said quietly, "why I am growing quite sentimental after my disembodiment… But look, Harry! My true family returns…"

The air was suddenly filled with the swishing of cloaks. Between graves, behind a yew tree, in every shadowy space, wizards were Apperating. All of them were hooded and masked. And one by one they moved forward… slowly, cautiously, as though they could hardly believe their eyes. Voldemort stood impassive, in silence, waiting for them.

One by one they crawled on their knees toward him, each of them kissing the hem of his robes in turn before reforming their silent circle. It soon became clear however that they were leaving gaps in the circle, as if waiting for more to arrive. Voldemort, however did not seem to expect more. He slowly surveyed the circle resting his eyes on each Death Eater, sending a shiver through the circle.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort quietly. "Thirteen years…. Thirteen years since we last met. Yet you answer my call as though it were yesterday…. We are still united under the Dark Mark, then! Or are we?"

He put back his terrible face and sniffed, his slit like nostrils widening.

"I smell guilt," he said. "There is a stench of guilt upon the air. I see you all, whole and healthy, with you powers intact and I ask myself… why did this band of wizards never come to the aid of their master, to whom they swore eternal loyalty?"

No one moved except Wormtail who continued to whimper and rock back and forth on the ground.

"And I answer myself, that they must have believed me broken, they must have thought I was gone…

"Then I ask myself, how could they believe me dead? They, who knew that I had walked the path toward immortality. They, who had seen the scope of my power! And I answer myself, perhaps they believed a stil greater power could exist…. Perhaps that champion of commoners, of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

"I confess myself disappointed."

"Master!" A Death Eater shrieked, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us all!"

Voldemort began to laugh. He raised his wand.

"Crucio!"

The Death Eater fell on the ground withering and shrieking.

Voldemort raised his wand ending the spell.

"You ask for forgiveness? I do not forgive, I do not forget. Thirteen long years… I want thirteen years of repayment before I forgive you. Wormtail, here, has already paid some of his debt, have you not, Wormtail?"

"You returned to me out of fear, not loyalty, yet you helped me return to my body," Voldemort said coolly. "Lord Voldemort rewards his helpers…"

Voldemort raised is wand again and whirled it through the air. A streak of what looked like molten silver hung shining in the wand's wake. Immediately, it twisted into a gleaming replica of a human hand which soared onto Wormtails outstretched arm. He flexed the hand in disbelief.

"My Lord," he whispered. "Master… it is beautiful…thank you….thank you…"

He scrambled forward on his knees and kissed the hem of Vodemort's robes, before quickly retreating to an empty spot in the circle.

Voldemort continued around the circle personally addressing each of the Death Eaters in turn, questioning them on their activities during the last thirteen years. Reaching the last gap in the circle he looked he turned and said

"And here we have six missing Death Eaters….three dead in my service. One, too cowardly to return… he will pay. One, who I believe has left me forever… he will be killed, of course…. And one, who remains my most faithful servant, and who has already reentered my service."

"He is responsible for our guest tonight, Gentleman, let me introduce Harry Potter." He said, a grin curling across his lipless mouth.

"Master, we crave to know…. We beg you to tell us…. How you have achieved this… this miracle… how you managed to return to us…"

"Ah, what a story it is, Lucius," said Voldemort. "And it begins-and ends-with my young friend here."

He walked over so that he was standing next to Harry, all eyes in the circle were on them, the snake continued to circle.

"You know, of course, that they have called this boy my downfall?" His red eyes upon Harry, whose scar began to burn so fiercely that he almost screamed in agony.

"I miscalculated my friends, I admit. My curse was deflected by his foolish mother's sacrifice, and it rebounded upon myself. Aaah… pain beyond pain, my friends; nothing could have prepared me for it. I was ripped from my body, I was less than a spirit, but still I was alive. What I was even I do not know… I, who have gone further than anybody along the path that leads to immortality. You know my goal- to conquer death. It seemed one of my experiments had worked for I had not been killed, though the curse should have. Harry Potter it would have it, is not the only one to have survived the Killing curse. By a twist of fate we both survived that curse that Halloween night. I waited in vain for years for one of my followers to search me out, until, four years ago, a foolish man wandered upon my spirit in the forest I had made my home. It was the chance I had dreamed of. He was a teacher a Dumbledore's school. He was easy to bend to my will… he brought me back to this country and after a while I took possession of his body in order to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. But I was thwarted…thwarted once again, by Harry Potter…"

Silence. Nothing was stirring, not even a hint of a breeze.

"I was left as weak as ever, forced to return to my hiding spot. I will not pretend I did not fear that I might never regain my powers…. I have given up hope, now, that any of my Death Eaters cared what had become of me…And then a not even a year ago a servant returned to me. Wormtail here, who faked his own death to escape justice, was driven out of hiding and decided to return to me. He sought me in the country I was hiding gleaning rumors of a shade from rats. Wormtail has a curious affinity with rats, do you not, Wormtail? Finally some luck favored Lord Voldemort, for as he searched for me, he met one Bertha Jorkins, from the Ministry of Magic. Displaying cunning I would not have expected from him, he persuaded Bertha to accompany him on a nighttime stroll. He over power her... brought her to me and Bertha Jorkins who could have ruined all, became a veritable mine of information.

"She told me of the Triwizard Tournament that would be played at Hogwarts this year, and she told me of a faithful Death Eater who would be only too willing to help me if I could only contact him. After she served he purpose I disposed of her as I could not possess her fragile mind."

Voldemort smiled his terrible smile, his red eyes blank and pitiless.

"Wormtail's body, of course, was ill adapted for possession, as all assumed him dead, and would attract far too much attention if noticed. However, poor wizard though he is, Wormtail was able to follow the instructions I gave him which would return me to a rudimentary weak body of my own. A body to wait in while I awaited the essential ingredients for true rebirth. Using a powerful piece of Dark Magic and three key ingredients, I was able to regain my body. Well one of them I already had at hand, was it not Wormtail? Flesh given by a servant…"

"My father's bone, naturally, meant that we would have to come here, where he was buried. But the blood of a foe… Wormtail would have had me use any wizard, would you not, Wormtail? Any wizard that hated me, but I knew whose blood I must use if I wished to rise again more powerful that before. I wanted Harry Potter's blood."

Looking into Harry's eyes, he continued.

"For many months I have worked to bring you here, Harry. And here you are, the boy all believed had been my downfall.

He raised his wand.

"Crucio!"

It was pain beyond anything Harry had ever experience, his bones seemed to be burning from the inside out. He felt like his head was sure to split in two as his scar burned like never before. He wanted it to end… to black out… to die.

"Untie him, Wormtail, and give him back his wand."

Wormtail approached Harry who had scrambled to his feet to support the wait has Wormtail swiped through the rope with his silver hand, and removed the gag in Harry's mouth.

Pushing his wand into his hand, Wormtail thrust Harry into the center of the circle.

"After tonight no one will ever doubt my powers again," hissed Voldemort.

"You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter?"

At these words Harry walked back through all the spells he had practiced for the third task, the dueling practice with Ron and Hermione. He was surrounded by Death Eaters, the odds it seemed where thirty to one. He knew he was facing the same curse he had faced all those years ago-this time his mother would not be here to die for him.

"First we bow to each other Harry," said Voldemort bending his back slowly but keeping his head upraised and eyes alert.

"Come, Dumbledore would want you to show good manners."

The Death Eaters were laughing at the show Voldemort was putting on. Gritting his teeth harry resolved not to give them any satisfaction.

"I said, bow," Voldemort said forcing Harry's back to bend against his will as though a huge hand were pushing it down, the Death Eaters laughing louder than ever.

"Very good," he said softly

"And now we duel"

Voldemort raised his wand before Harry could even think of a spell. Once again he fell to the ground screaming in agony as the Cruciatus Curse to hold again. This time Voldemort held it far longer circling around has Harry rolled on the ground.

One of the Death Eaters rolled Harry back to the center of the circle as Voldemort broke the spell.

"A little break."

"That hurt diddn't it? You are going to die Harry, just like you parents." Said Voldemort, his eyes flashing with excitement. "I am going to watch the light leave your eyes. You don't want me to do that again, do you Harry?

Harry stood up, resolved to once again defy Voldemort the satisfaction of an answer.

"Anwser me! Imperio!"

The familiar effects of the Imperious curse flooded his mind, extinguishing all his thoughts from a moment before. Just say no….Say no...NO!

I will not, thought a stronger voice in his head, I won't, I won't…

"I WON'T!"

The words came out as a yell, echoing through the graveyard. The Death Eaters who had moments before been laughing fell silent.

"You won't, I will teach you before you-

"Expelliarmus!"

While Voldemort had begun to speak Harry had already intoned a spell. A surprised Voldemort was forced to hastily erect a shield to block the spell. Taking advantage of this Harry rolled behind one of the dark gravestones.

"We're not playing Hide and go seek Harry." Voldemorts voice echoed.

Harry answered by standing up with his wand in his hand. He knew he had no hope in this fight. If he was going to die, he was going to go, like his parents, looking death in the eye.

Voldemort and Harry raised there wands in unison, as though marionettes, simultaneously shouting, "Expelliarmus!", "Avada Kadavra!"

The red jet from Harry's wand flew high narrowly missing Voldemort's head, but the jet of sickly green light that left Voldemort's wand seemed to be flying true. In the milliseconds before contact all Harry could think was, he was going to die, just as Cedric died, at least he would be able to see his parent.

WHAM!

The green light struck Harry throwing him back ten feet and lifting him about eight feet into the air. Shock registered on the face of the Death Eaters, this was not how the normal Avada Kedavra Curse was supposed to work.

A single beam of green light continued from Voldemorts wand into Harry's chest. Harry was suspended in the air by an unseen force as he screamed in agony. His entire body was giving of blinding amounts of green light, lit like the filament of a massive lightbulb. He felt as if his entire body was disintegrating.

Voldemort was kneeling in shock struggling to break his wand free of the beam of light that was sucking his magic. What was happening to Harry seemed familiar to him, the only thing like it was the night his body had disintegrated from the killing curse. It was almost like Harry had made a Horcrux. But that was impossible he thought.

With a powerful yank of his wand, he finally pulled free of the connection. Wiping his brow, Voldemort looked up. Harry Potter continued to glow still glowing with a green light. He was no longer screaming now and seemed unconscious except for his continual twitching.

"HE'S MINE!" Voldemort yelled to the panicked Death Eaters. "Do nothing in less I command you."

Suddenly Harry's eyes popped open and he stopped shaking. Looking from Cedric to the cup he dove towards Cedric's body, brandishing his wand to summon the cup.

Roaring in anger Voldemort sent a jet of golden fire at Harrys figure hitting him dead on as he flew. Satisfaction turned to surprise as he watched the fire go through Harry leaving him unscathed. Screaming in anger Voldemort fired curses haphazardly at Harry, all of which seemed to fly right through him.

The last thing Harry heard as he felt the tug of the portkey was Voldemort cursing at the Death Eaters in fury.