"Other… other boy? Who?"
"The body's over there, go see."
Crouch crept over to where Cedric lay dead.
"That's Diggory, the other Hogwarts champion."
"Hogwarts champion?" Voldemort said sharply, sucking in breath.
He thought for a moment.
"We can put the Imperius curse on him. Another one to do our bidding wouldn't hurt."
"He's not dead?" asked Barty.
"Oh, no. I couldn't kill him until I knew who he was," he finished.
Then, he spoke to his Death Eaters.
"My faithful servants. Thirteen years you have waited. Your faith has wavered, yet you still return. For some, mistakes will be forgiven. Others, you will have to pay the consequences. Anyhow, if you haven't noticed, you will realize that we have two guests joining us tonight. First, the hero, Harry Potter, and his little friend, Cedric Diggory. Harry Potter has helpfully given his blood to help resurrect me. Wormtail, his flesh, and my father, his bone. Wormtail, here."
With a mutter, a silver hand appeared on the bleed stump.
"My Lord! Thank you!" he cried.
"And now, the plan."
A/N: Here it is! I'm sorry for the long wait; it was a long weekend, but I'm back now! Enjoy!