Every Deatheater dropped to a knee heads down, waiting for Voldemort to speak. Instead he turned his attention to Harry. Harry stared back, eyes full of hatred. The monster in front of him had killed his parents. He had slaughtered them like animals. He deserved to die.

Forgetting that he was restrained Harry lunged forward only succeeding in whacking his head against whatever was holding him. Stars momentarily clouded his vision. "Want a quick death Potter? I might be generous enough to grant you one, but first…" Voldemort turned to his followers and said to them "Stay where you are and don't move a muscle or you will die first." He waved his wand and Harry fell to the floor.

Harry picked up his wand and yelled "Sanguineorum Ignis" and a bright red bolt shot out of his wand streaking directly at Voldemort who simply batted the curse aside. "Come on Potter you can do better than that!" He teased. Harry sent a stream of lethal curses at Voldemort, all of which were batted aside. "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry barely dodged out of the way in time. His vision turned red as Harry waved his wand in the air and yelled "Anima Spiritu Metet!" a purple blast of pulsing energy burst out of Harry's wand and rocketed away from him in all directions. Two of the Deatheaters were hit by the curse and were killed instantly. Not a sound was heard as they fell. Voldemort's eyes grew wide as he dodged the curse. "Using death magic Potter! Two can play that game 'COR-CREPITUS'" a jet black bolt zoomed towards Harry, who dodged it with difficulty. He began to send equally deadly curses back at Voldemort faster than what seemed possible.

The deadly duel dragged on for minutes, nether duelist giving ground. Five minutes later Voldemort started to tire and slowly back away from Harry. Harry kept on sending curses at Voldemort not slowing down or showing any signs of tiring. Voldemort backed away even faster, his face for once showing signs of fear. "Retreat!" Voldemort yelled at his Deatheaters whom started to disappear with loud cracking sounds "We will meet again Potter! Next time you will be dead!" Voldemort said as he disapperated. "Damn it!" Harry bellowed to the world at general. His eyes fell on Cedric's body and sighed. "Next time we meet it won't be me who is going to die." He grabbed Cedric's body then summoned the Tri-Wizard Cup and disappeared.

A/N :Spells in my stories are forms of real Latin and are not of HP Universe.

A/N 2 : Sorry for the long wait, very busy time on my end.