THERE AND BACK AGAIN

CHAPTER 2: A Bit of A Jump For A Sick Resurrection

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Harry Potter. If I Did, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Would Not Be Dead

The train pulled into Hogsmeade station, and everyone was getting off, Harry didn't feel so well. As he was getting up from his seat he felt like his sole was being ripped out of his body again. The world started spinning and the next thing he knew it was him and Cedric getting ready to take the cup and go to the graveyard.

Time seemed to have stopped for Harry, allowing him to regain his wits. As he began to wonder why the spell put him here instead of letting him continue with his life, he remembered a passage in a book about the spell, 'The spell knows your intentions and will help you with accomplishing this goal. For example if you wanted to place yourself in a certain time but your intentions were to fix an event, or chain of events, that take place ahead of the time you have landed it the spell will move you forwards to fix them.'

The spell must have realized he wanted to prevent anybody else from dying so it placed him here, right before the first death of the Second War. Once time resumed he turned to Cedric and said, "Sorry Cedric but I can't let you die." Cedric looked at him with a questioning gaze, Harry said, "Forgive me. Stupefy!" after Cedric was on the ground, knocked out, Harry sent red sparks skyward, braced himself and lunged for the cup.

No matter how ready he thought he was, he was still caught off guard and thus captured. Harry hoped he could have prevented this but, looking at the big picture, the only way to get rid of Voldemort forever was to have him come back.

Harry knew that this was going to be rather painful, but that didn't matter, once he got his wand back he would be out of there. However, he remembered that he wouldn't get his wand back until after the Voldemort put him under the Cruciatus curse. 'Well,' he supposed 'no pain no gain.'

Wormtail walked up to the caldron, and dropped the slimy creature that was Voldemort into it. he began the ritual and said, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son." With that command the dust of the bone rose out of the grave and fell into the caldron.

He then pulled out a silver dagger and said, "Flesh –- of the servant ­­– w-willingly given – you will – revive – your master." As he finished the incantation he raised the dagger and chopped off the hand, Harry looked away, but as he heard the cry of pain from Wormtail he couldn't help but feel that he deserved that pain and more.

As Wormtail walked over to him to begin the final part of the incantation, Harry couldn't help but to feel something much worse than he expected was going to happen. He placed the dagger on Harry's wrist and, with a gleam of almost… joy, In his eyes, and whimpered, "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe." Wormtail cut his arm, collected the blood in a vile and then poured it into the caldron.

Harry couldn't do anything as Voldemort was reborn. Now that Harry wasn't as scared as last time he had a chance to observe the rebirth, it really was rather disgusting. Through the smoke you could see a grotesque scaly figure turning into a man, a man with a snake-like face.

At this point Harry began to wonder how Voldemort came to have his snake-like face. It wasn't as if he was born that way…or was he? No, he wasn't, Harry remembered Riddle from his second year, definitely didn't have a snake-like face then. So when did he get it?

That really didn't matter anymore because Voldemort was back. After Wormtail gave him back his wand and robes he turned to Harry. He raised the wand with a look of twisted pleasure on his face and hisses, "Crucio!" The pain was just as bad as Harry remembered.

After what seemed to be years, but was more like a minute, the curse was lifted. "That is but a taste of the pain I have had to suffer for the past fourteen years." He wasn't expecting what came next, he was expecting Voldemort to let him down and duel him like last time.

He then went over to Wormtail, grabbed his left arm, pulled up his sleeve, and pressed his wand against the dark mark, summoning his Death Eaters. They all appeared as Wormtail whimpered in pain from both the burning of the Dark Mark, and his missing hand. "My loyal followers, your master has finally returned. How do you serve me?"

Apparently this was some sort of code, for in return they all chanted, "We serve you with our lives, My Lord." Harry was disturbed by their oath. He couldn't understand how anyone could pledge to serve someone so vile and inhumane. To do so and promise their own life was something that Harry could never understand.

Voldemort finally getting over basking in the glory of being in a new body, once again turned to Harry, "Well, dear boy, today is the day you are going to die you half-blooded fool."

Harry simply snorted at the hypocrisy of the… he didn't know what to call it. He looked him in the eye and responded, "You're one to be speaking, Riddle, I'm bloody positive that's a muggle name."

"Hold your tongue boy, do not speak in matters witch you do not know about." He hissed as he raised his wand and said, "Let this be a lesson for your cheek, Crucio!" Harry screamed in agony, this was a pain unlike any other, it was worse than last time it happened. When Voldemort lifted the curse Harry could taste something like copper in his mouth. When he looked down, he noticed that there was a lot of blood on the stone that wasn't there before.

He supposed that Voldemort put a bit more force into the curse this time around. The big problem was how he was going to get out of here. It just so happened that at that at that moment Voldemort let Harry down, gave him his wand and simply said, "Dual me."

In retrospect this wasn't one of Harry's better ideas, but of course at the time it seemed like a brilliant one. He decided to take Voldemort up on his offer of a dual, completely forgetting the small pool of his blood back at the gravestone. He picked up his wand and raised it, his vision slightly blurring.

"Crucio!" Harry didn't even have time to react before the spell slammed into his chest, sending him once more into a state of pure agony. As the curse was lifted, he was once more lying in a small pool of his own blood. He started to get up as Voldemort hissed, "Avada Kedavra!"

It was sheer luck that Harry croaked, "Expelliarmus!" before the killing curse hit him. Their wand both connected to each other, just as Harry had remembered they had done, and, with all of his might he pushed the beads of light back at Voldemort. The fight was taking too much out of Harry and by the time his parents came out of Voldemort's wand, Harry was ready to pass out.

"Harry break the connection and get out of here, we will distract him." Lilly whispered to him, in a soothing voice. Her voice calmed him, but he was still too dizzy, and rather unsure if he was delirious, to move much. Lilly noticed this and said "It's okay, you can do it. Just summon the cup once you break the connection. You don't have long so do it quickly." This Harry understood, so, he broke the connection and summoned the cup.

When he caught it he felt the tugging sensation behind his navel. The spinning didn't really affect him because he was dizzy as it was. When he landed, the first person to see him was Cedric and he said, "If you wanted the cup that bad… What the bloody hell happened to you!?"

Harry collapsed, when he looked up he saw Dumbledore approaching, and managed to choke out two words, "Voldemort… alive" then he blacked out

A/N: I'm sorry to all of my loverly readers, it took me a lot longer to write this chapter, the first version sucked… trust me. Anyway I should have more frequent updates now!!

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