Disclaimer: It's JKR's not mine. In fact this is where I diverge from Canon so she probably wouldn't like what I wrote here. But, she still owns everything, yadda yadda.
As Harry finally made it to his feet, he glanced at Cedric and pleaded, "Cedric get back to the portkey, and you need to tell Professor Dumbledore Riddle and Graveyard. He'll know where I am. Hurry Cedric please."
Cedric nodded and said, "Ok Harry, but take care of yourself ok?"
Harry nodded as Cedric turned to run towards the cup before they each heard a shrill horrid voice scream, "Do not let the spare get away so that he may warn others, stop him."
Harry then watched as Cedric got to the cup and just as he reached it he heard a shaky whiny voice utter reducto. Harry watched in Horror as Cedric grabbed the cup and was stricken in the chest by the curse simultaneously.
Harry then proceeded to throw a variety of curses at Wormtail as he carried a small bundle that Harry could only guess was Voldemort. Wormtail blocked most of them but Harry was able to hit him with a blinding curse just as he was hit by a stunner and lost consciousness.
Cedric landed right back at the entrance of the maze much to the horror of everyone involved he was bleeding profusely as he clutched to the cup. Amos Diggory and Dumbledore frantically ran up to the boy as Cedric weakly said, "Harry told me to tell you Riddle and Graveyard. He said you'd know where that was." Dumbledore nodded vaguely as Hermione had begun to scream as she began to comprehend and was consoled by Molly Weasley as the crowd had gone silent.
Madam Pomfrey went over to Cedric who was reassuring his father more than the other way around. She went up to Cedric and ran a quick diagnostic before she realized it was too late to save Cedric. She then said something she would never forget when she said softly and quietly, "Mr. Diggory, Cedric doesn't have long, make sure you and your wife say your final goodbyes along with Ms. Chang." Cedric's eyes glistened, but he nodded respectfully as he hugged his parents and Cho loosely and they said their final farewells before Cedric bled to death on the Quiditch pitch.
Dumbledore meanwhile had detached himself as much as he could from Cedric's situation and quickly made a portkey to the site that he remembered Riddle Manor and the graveyard to be located. He quietly told Snape of his plans and to keep an attentive eye out for the spy that had turned the cup into a portkey.
Meanwhile back at the graveyard Wormtail with Voldemort's assistance had bound Harry to a headstone just as Harry had regained consciousness. Harry frantically looked around for his wand but Voldemort merely said, "Harry my child, your wand is in my possession until I may be in the proper state to duel you. So sit still and watch my rebirth."
Harry squirmed wildly trying to free himself from his bounds but was helpless to watch as Wormtail placed the bundle that was Voldemort into a cauldron that had been placed in the middle of a clearing next to the headstone where Harry was bound. Wormtail began the ritual as he said, "Bone of the father unknowingly given, you will renew your son." Wormtail blindly grasped for a bone and threw it into the cauldron as it hissed and then stopped.
Now Wormtail's typically pale complexion had grown paler as he whimpered, "Flesh of the servant willingly given you will revive your master."
Wormtail pulled put a long silver dagger as Harry watched the former Marauder willingly cut his own hand off as it dropped into the cauldron. Suddenly the fire beneath the cauldron flared as the cauldron hissed much more strongly this time.
Finally Wormtail turned towards Harry as he almost gleefully said, "Blood of the enemy forcibly taken you will revive your foe." Wormtail slashed at Harry's left forearm as the already pale and weak Harry screamed out in pain once again. Wormtail carefully took some of the blood on the dagger and let it drip into the cauldron, which flashed brightly causing Harry to snap back to attention despite the pain screaming through his body.
Harry watched in disbelief as he watched the cauldron tip and a fully-grown tall and pale man stand before Harry and Wormtail. The middle-aged man had dark hair with streaks of gray running though it. He had a face that had curved in all of the places to indicate how malicious he truly was. What made the man truly evil in appearance was the glowing red eyes that had suddenly flashed in anger towards Harry and Wormtail in almost a painfully obviously way. Harry's scar flashed in pain and he lost consciousness.
Finally, Voldemort hissed, "Ah Wormtail, my faithful and weak servant. Give me your arm and my wand."
Wormtail bowed and handed the dark wizard his arm from his amputated hand as he said, "Thank you master, you are too kind."
Voldemort hissed and struck Wormtail with the back of his hand and said, "Idiot, I wish to have your left arm."
Wormtail could only whimper in confusion as he offered his left arm, "M-Master?"
Voldemort roughly grasped Wormtail's left forearm and lowered his sleeve to show off the dark mark in all of its apparent glory. Voldemort roughly pressed his wand onto the mark and said, "Deatheaters come to me now."
Suddenly a cyclone appeared next to Voldemort as several wizards wearing their deatheater disguises landed around him in a circle of obedience. Voldemort hissed and asked, "Why have my most loyal followers not bothered to revive me in the last 13 years?"
Suddenly one of the deatheaters stepped forward and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes as he said, "Forgive me master."
Voldemort merely helped the deatheater to his feet and said, "Now, now Lucius I have wasted far too long without a body to needlessly punish my most faithful follower."
Voldemort then went around the circle making comments about each of the deatheaters in turn saying names such as, "Avery, Macnair, Crabbe, Nott, and Goyle" as he passed over a few others that any outside observer would assume to be less important followers. He then said, "Many of my most faithful reside in Azkaban. I will ensure they will be rewarded for their loyalty in going there instead of renouncing me as many here did. For now Wormtail come here so I may reward you properly."
Wormtail stepped forward and said, "Thank you master, you are most kind."
Voldemort sneered and said, "I am not kind but I do award those that are faithful and competent." He placed his wand above Wormtail's stump where his hand had resided, and wordlessly conjured a great silver hand where his other formerly resided.
Voldemort than walked over towards Harry cast enervate on Harry and released his bounds before he tossed Harry's wand at his feet and said, "Now foolish boy, you will die tonight, but not before you learn to rue the day you crossed paths with Lord Voldemort."
Harry slowly grabbed his wand with his good and more importantly wand arm before Voldemort coolly said crucio, causing Harry to writhe on the ground as his vision began to gray out and he prepared to lose consciousness once again. Voldemort laughed mirthfully before he said, "My faithful followers I stand here before you today to tell you the story of how a mere child could have defeated me. I was foolish as I killed his mother after she had used old magic on her child as a means for protection. I cast the killing curse on the child and it rebounded upon me destroying my body. This child then defeated me 3 years ago because he still retained his mother's protection again and I was forced to flee again while I waited for my opportunity. Today I stand before you however, with my body returned and the foolish girl's protections gone. Behold my brilliance."
Voldemort roughly picked up Harry who was still shaking from the curse as he placed his hands around Harry's throat and grasped roughly cutting the air of to Harry's lungs. He dropped Harry to the ground as Harry struggled back to his feet as Voldemort and his followers cackled like Hyena's.
Voldemort than looked at Harry who was holding his wand tightly and said, "Now Harry, we shall duel to your death. First we bow and then we duel."
Harry's knees were forced to bend by a deatheater before Voldemort raised his wand and uttered Avada Kedavra. The voice in Harry's head screamed at him and Harry returned with Expelliarmus. Next however, something truly amazing occurred. The two spells collided in the air and connected leaving Harry and Voldemort tightly grasping their wands as the two spells had merged to form a great golden stream connecting the two wands. Harry and Voldemort gripped their wands tightly to prevent them from flying from their grasps. They all watched as a golden cage formed around Harry and Voldemort preventing any of his deatheaters from disarming Harry forcibly. They were all the more amazed when shadows of all of the people that Voldemort had killed with his wand began to exit his wand as Harry had forced the beads of the golden light into Voldemort's wand. Harry watched as Bertha Jorkins, Frank the Riddle family caretaker, and finally Harry's parents exited the wand.
The shadow of Lily and James Potter spoke to Harry as they said, "Son, you have to let go. We can hold him off for a second so you can run. Dumbledore is near and he can take you away from here."
Harry relinquished the spell as the shadows engulfed Voldemort. Harry ran behind a mausoleum and spotted Dumbledore in the distance. By this time the deatheaters had fanned out in the graveyard searching for Harry. As Dumbledore spotted Harry, he watched as Harry dodged a spell from a now seeing Wormtail before he stunned the betrayer. Albus Dumbledore was shocked as he saw the state Harry was in. Harry was pale and looked like he had a deep cut on his left leg and arm. More telling to Dumbledore however, were the tears streaming down his face as he bound Wormtail. Harry instantly became numb as his adrenaline had begun to web and he waited for Dumbledore to come, and to take him away from the living nightmare he currently resided in.
Dumbledore grasped his shoulder gently before he said, "Harry, we can take him back and you can clear Sirius. Do you want Sirius to adopt you?"
Harry could only shake his head as the tears fell freely from his face. Dumbledore manufactured the same portkey he had used earlier as they both grasped the bound Wormtail and felt the familiar pull at the navel form of travel known as a portkey.
The situation at Hogwarts has slowly dissolved into one just shy of mass hysteria as it had been nearly a half an hour since Cedric had returned and died with still no word on Harry's condition. Snape had kept the tenuous calm of the crowd by dispatching the staff members to keep the students calm. His forearm burned terribly as he once again cursed the life he had chosen as a spy with no set side aside from his own. Snape knew by the pain he felt in his arm that his one time master had returned and Snape shuddered when he imagined the pain he would feel for not arriving when he was originally summoned.
Hermione was still sobbing into Molly Weasley's shoulder when the telltale blur of Portkey travel was spotted in the same spot Dumbledore had vanished from. What shocked everyone present however was additional passenger had come along and to the knowledgeable the recognized the man was long thought to have been murdered by Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew. What was even more shocking was the mere slip of a boy that remained in place of the co tri-wizard champion Harry Potter. Dumbledore immediately moved Harry away from Wormtail as he was joined by two ministry aurors who were stationed at the school for the final task. Cornelius Fudge came forward and screamed, "Dumbledore, who is this man and why is he here?"
Dumbledore's typically twinkling eyes held no such sparkle as he said, "Minister this is Peter Pettigrew and he will help clear Sirius Black of the crimes he was wrongfully convicted for 13 years ago. I will take him into my custody until such a time as a proper trial may be held for the man and a pardon for Sirius Black may be issued." Dumbledore and the aurors began transporting Pettigrew back to the castle leaving Harry to stand-alone, numbly coming to grasp with the events of the night.
Dumbledore turned to Harry and softly said, "Harry, do not go anywhere; I will return for you, and then you may be properly tended to."
Harry merely sat down as his eyes belied the fact that he had seen many terrible things. Harry wasn't aware that Hermione had grasped him into a tight hug as they both sat in the blood of Cedric where he had died mere minutes before. Hermione desperately tried to get Harry to respond but his normally bright green eyes were dull and listless and slightly glossed over.
Eventually Moody came up to the young couple and gruffly said, "Ms. Granger, Professor Dumbledore has requested that Mr. Potter return with me to the castle."
Moody disentangled Hermione's arms from Harry before Harry spoke quietly, "I am not supposed to leave until the headmaster returns."
Moody clearly annoyed said, "That's why I told you he told me to come and bring you to him. Now let's hurry so we can get your injuries tended to."
At this point Harry's entire left leg was numb from the Acromantula venom and his arm still ached from the slashes he had received in it. Nonetheless Harry found a strength he wasn't aware he had when he said, "No, I won't leave until the headmaster returns for me."
Moody then grabbed his sides in pain before he raised his wand and feebly fired a stunner at Harry and Hermione. Hermione caught unaware slumped to the ground but Harry still running on the adrenalin from earlier in the night threw up protego and deflected the stunner back at the surprised former master auror. Harry bound his defense professor, sure that his actions would result in his expulsion, but he really didn't care because the headmaster had insisted he stay until he returned. Harry grabbed Moody's wand and revived Hermione who looked panicked when she saw Harry standing over Moody's body which was now bound.
Hermione shrieked, "What have you done Harry?"
Harry still very pale managed to shrug and say, "I deflected his stunner and then bound him. Do you really think that if he was the real Professor Moody, he would have fired a stunner at us?"
Hermione's face dawned comprehension before she said, "Oh, of course Harry. I'm sorry I doubted you."
They sat and watched transfixed as Moody's face began to contort and change into a face that Harry knew only too well, Barty Crouch Jr. a deatheater. Harry stunned the man again and they waited until Dumbledore returned appearing quite concerned with Professor McGonagall in tow. Then the sight appeared as Harry and Hermione stood hand in hand over a man who had been bound. Dumbledore was even more amazed when he saw the man was Barty Crouch Jr. who was long thought to have been dead and even more troublesome was Moody's magical eye and stump alongside him.
Dumbledore grasped Harry's shoulders gently as he said, "Harry what happened here?"
Harry turned around as the emotions of the night finally caught up to him as he choked out, "Professor Moody was polyjuiced and he tried to take me. I told him no and he stunned Hermione but I deflected it and stunned him instead. You told me to wait here, and I did sir." Then Harry began to cry. Hermione grasped him tightly and hugged him as she murmured soothing sounds into his ear that didn't seem to stem the tide.
Dumbledore appeared as though all of the air had been knocked out of him as he made a portkey for his own office. He grasped Crouch's body as they all traveled via portkey back to the castle. Dumbledore's thoughts began to swirl at how much danger Harry's life had been placed in, simply because he had been unable to convince Barty Crouch Sr. that Harry would never place his name in the goblet. Now, as they landed in his office via the Portkey Dumbledore watched the 14 year-old-boy who he had subconsciously become very fond of, begin to sob freely in the arms of his girlfriend. Dumbledore, showing strength a man of over 150 years old shouldn't have, picked Harry up with little or no effort as he spirited him away towards the hospital wing. Hermione and Professor McGonagall followed closely behind as they levitated Crouch Jr.; both women were now openly weeping for Harry and the terrors he witnessed that night.
Dumbledore rushed into the hospital wing and immediately Fawkes arrived with a flash of fire and began to cry into Harry's leg wound while he also trilled a beautiful song that calmed everyone in the room even though it was apparent that it was only meant for Harry. Fawkes had always held Harry in a special place in his heart and his melody was beautifully melancholic which calmed Harry down from hysteria to quiet terror.
Finally Madam Pomfrey had treated Harry to her contentment, and Harry was surrounded on every side by Snuffles, Hermione, Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore, and every Weasley that could squeeze in around him in the small corner of the hospital wing. Harry's eyes were still glossy and unfocused as his glasses had been placed aside during the initial check up performed by Madam Pomfrey allowing everyone to truly see the aftermath of the day's tragic events.
Madam Pomfrey let out a sigh of relief that she wasn't going to lose two of her favorite students, and her only worries that were remaining for Harry were more psychological than physical at this juncture. She made a mental note to contact a mind healer at St. Mungo's to find the proper way of dealing with Harry to a full and speedy recovery from his ordeal. As she walked away from Harry's bed, everyone else watched in utter agony and soul rending sadness as the normally strong and brave young man Harry was becoming had completely shut down as he stared out into the unseeing darkness of his memories from the night.
Finally, Harry quietly spoke, "Cedric and I landed in a graveyard after we touched the cup. I told Cedric to get to the cup and tell the headmaster where I was. I saw him get hit by a curse as he vanished. He's dead isn't he?"
Harry looked around and saw confirmation in Dumbledore's eyes. Harry then surprised them all because he reacted as though he had already assumed the fact and he said, "Voldemort, he's back. He used a ritual with the bone of his father, the flesh of his servant, and the blood of me forcibly taken. H-he used to crucio curse on me and then we dueled. Our wands locked up and shadows of the people he had killed with his wand came out. I saw my parents and they told me to release the spell because they would help me. I escaped and stunned Wormtail and bound him. The headmaster came for me like I knew he would and we portkeyed back to Hogwarts. I-I stayed because the headmaster told me to. Hermione sat with me and then Moody came and tried to get me to come with him. I told him the headmaster told me not to leave and he tried to the both of us. He got Hermione, but I reflected the curse and he was stunned instead. I bound him and then the headmaster came for me again just like he said he would."
Harry began to tremble slightly before he finally ground out between chattering teeth, "I'm getting tired now." Harry said the last part as his voice began to tremble in time with his body. Hermione grasped his hand tightly and Snuffles hopped up on the bed and licked Harry's tears away, as the mere shell of the young man who had woke up that morning, slowly settled to sleep with the aid of a dreamless sleeping draught.
A/N: Please Review. Phew... those last two chapters were hard to write, while still keeping canon somewhat in mind. Tell me what you think of how I did with this chapter. I am rather proud of it but I'd like to know your opinion too.
To clear up any confusion as to the premise I have set forth in the story, fate is acting as a persuasive voice to help Harry effect some very positive changes in his life. The voice will appear intermittently throughout the story helping Harry to take charge in his life and save some of those he couldn't last time. Harry has no idea he came from the future so he doesn't address his problems with any knowledge of the future.
