A/N: Sorry I didn't update, I had a couple tests to study for. This chapter is considerably shorter than the last one. I almost let him live, but it would've messed up the whole sequel. There is one more chapter, but it will be very short, maybe at the most 1,000 words, buts it's going to be the epilogue. I will get started on the sequel soon. Please review, it motivates me to write faster, better, and longer chapters. Thank you! Hope you enjoy. I do not own anything.
Perci groaned as she got up from the ground, holding her stomach. She didn't expect to fall into a graveyard. She suspected the Cup was portkey, she didn't know how else the judges would know who had it. She suspected to stand up to the sound of cheers and the twinkling eyes of Dumbledore, but they did not.
Instead they found themselves in a graveyard and the Cup was on the other side of it. "Harry? Cedric?" Perci called. Harry got up and looked around. Cedric went over to Perci. "Are you okay?" Perci shook her head, the bleeding had started again. It was over the greenish grass. Perci felt her heart thud. "It's all going to be okay. We're all going to get out. I promise you." He said, putting his hands to her wound. No, she thought, I'm going to bleed to death in a conveniently placed cemetery.
"In know this place. I've been here before...in a dream." Harry said. Cedric carried her and laid her against one of the graves. Cedric went over to asses Harry. Harry waved Cedric off and looked around at the grave, thinking about his dream. Perci looked up at the grave she was against. She could make out the name, 'Riddle'. She knew that name, she heard Dumbledore talk about some boy named Tom- It dawned on her, what was going on. She tried to get up, but every time she moved, she could feel her stomach muscles tear.
"Harry, Cedric, get to the Cup!" She yelled. Harry looked to her confused. "It's him! Voldemort! Get to the Cup!" Cedric frowned but stood over by it. "Harry! Go! Now!" He shook his head and tried to pick her up, but hearing a wince he dropped her. "Thank you, that really helped me." She said sarcastically. "Now, go. Send help back. Tell them I'm at the graveyard Tom Riddle's father is in."
"No, I'm not leaving you. Cedric, bring the Cup-" Harry said. A man had appeared from inside the graveyard home carrying something. Harry recognized him to be Wormtail. The thing Wormtail was carrying whispered, "Kill the spare." Wormtail took out his wand and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" A green light flew from his wand, hitting Cedric right in the chest.
The sound of Wormtail's laughing was drowned out by Perci's screams. Cedric was dead. With all her might, she stood and pointed her wand at Wormtail's, ready to say the killing curse. Wormtail's threw her back into one of the stones with ease. He levitated Harry and caged him to Riddle's grave.
"What about the girl, my lord?" Wormtail's said. "No!" The thing yelled. "Leave her. She belongs to me." Perci grabbed for her wand but it was knocked away from her. Wormtail's set the thing down and took out a knife, advancing on Harry.
"No, get away from him, you bastard!" She yelled. Perci again tried to get up, but she found herself bleeding out. She became dizzy. Perci tried to focus on helping Harry, but she couldn't even stand. Wormtail cut Harry, collecting his blood. Wormtail dropped it in a cauldron. He then cut off his own hand, dropping it in the cauldron. Wormtail picked the thing up and, too, dropped it into the cauldron. The potion in it bubbled and turned into a deep scarlet, taking the color of Harry's blood.
The cauldron burst into flames and the creature in it evolved. It became more human or snake like by the second until it was fully cloaked. The creature rubbed his head and opened his snake like eyes. They flashed red, but then went back to normal. Perci had never seen Voldemort and honestly she expected him to be taller. Wormtail was on his knees, bowing deeply to Voldemort, muttering, "My lord, my lord." Over and over again.
"Wormtail," Voldemort's voice was like velvet, but a cold menacing velvet. "My wand." He said. Wormtail, still bowing, took out q wand that looked like to Perci that it was made out of bone. Voldemort gave him a sick smile. "Your arm." He said, his eyes flashing red. Wormtail gave him a gracious look and held it the stub that was his arm. "Thank you, my lord, thank you."
Voldemort scowled. "Your other arm, Wormtail." He snarled. The rat grimaced and cowered, but held out his arm. Voldemort put the tip of his wand to a mark on Wormtail's arm. Wormtail winced as the mark darkened and seemed to come off his arm. Voldemort scowl turned into a sick grin, watching his servant in pain. He had not noticed Perci Harry, yet, and it was sad to say that Perci was starting to get a little bored.
All of the sudden, plumes of black smoke appeared in the sky. They flew around and Perci could hear loud screams emitting from them, that scared her more than Voldemort did. The plumes of smoke landed on the ground and then dispersed out. In its place were wizards in black cloaks and masks, primarily made out of skulls. They stood rigid and Perci couldn't tell whom they were and what they were looking at more, Harry and Perci or Voldemort.
Voldemort didn't smile at his followers. "Welcome, my friends." He said in his velvet voice. "Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday." Voldemort walked about the masked wizards with a cruel smile gracing his snake like features, barefoot. "I confess myself," his smile turned into a scowl. "Disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me."
Behind him, Wormtail raised his stub of an arm. "I did, my lord." He said in a quivering voice. Voldemort turned his fierce gaze on him. "Yes, Wormtail, though out of fear of prosecution. But, you do deserve a reward." Voldemort said and beckoned his servant over. Voldemort took out his wand and grabbed Wormtail's stub. He pointed his wand at it and the stub grew a metallic hand. Light seemed to reflect off of it when the rat moved the hand, but there wasn't any light. From far away, Perci thought it looked like water.
"No one searched for me." Voldemort continued. "Crabbe!" Voldemort reached for one of his servants masks and pulled. Black smoke followed his hand and the follower, Crabbe, most likely Vincent Crabbe's father, fell to the ground, being pulled by some unknown force. Voldemort moved onto the next wizard. He grabbed his mask and the servant fell, along with the next and the next. "MacNair! Goyle!"
He came upon the final follower, one with long, white-blonde hair. "Not even you, Lucius." He said calmly and pulled Lucius Malfoy's mask away. Lucius fe to his knees and cowered beneath the dark wizard. "My lord," he said. "Had infected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts-"
"Bullshit!" Perci yelled, laughing. Voldemort gaze fell her on, expecting the girl to flinch, but she didn't. She just glared at him. "He wouldn't done anything, Tom Riddle. Well, he'd've cowered away with his prick son in their little mansion." She said. Malfoy glared haughtily and went over to slap her, but Voldemort stopped him.
"No one touches her!" He yelled. His servant cowered away from him. Voldemort advanced on Perci. Harry struggled to get out of the grave. Perci glared at Voldemort. He stopped down to her level and looked at her deeply in the eyes. When he did not detect any fear, a grin stretched upon his deathly pale face. "You must be the daughter." He said. "Potter's daughter." He yelled back to his followers. They all laughed, everyone except Harry. He had a confused and shocked look on his face. "What?" He muttered.
"I admire your bravery, Perciana, but not your idiocy." Perci glared at him. He glanced down at her wounded stomach and smiled. He got closer to her, knowing Perci didn't have the energy left to move. "I'm afraid you're not going to make it long enough to watch me kill your brother." He laughed, the crinkles by his eyes showing. He stood back up and went over to Cedric's body. He turned his face over with his bare foot.
He tisked. "Such a handsome boy." He said.
"Don't touch him!"
"Leave him!" Were Perci's and Harry's responses. Voldemort eyes fell on a struggling Harry. He went over to The Boy Who Lived and placed a hand on the gravestone he was caged in. "Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here!" He said. "Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days."
He turned back to his followers. "The boy who lived." His tone was disbelieving and sarcastic. "How lies have fed your legend, Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago?"
Harry didn't think that was a question he was supposed to answer. But he would've said he could go fu- Voldemort started his story. "It was love. You see when dear Lily Potter gave her life for her son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him." Voldemort said. "It was old magic. Something I should've foreseen." With each word his voice became angrier. "But no matter, no matter. Things have changed. I can touch you...now." His long fingers pushed on Harry's scar, causing both of them to yell I pain.
"Get away from him!" Perci yelled. Voldemort stopped and whispered something to Harry, Perci could not hear. The gravestone holding Harry opened and Harry fell to his hands and knees. "Pick up your wand! Come on! Come on!" Harry grabbed his wand from the dewy grass quickly. "You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes?" Harry did not respond. "First, we bow to each other."
Perci started to loose herself. Her vision faded in and out and she couldn't hear much. It was all muffled. Her breathing was shaky and she was starting to get cold. "Shoulda brought a jacket, sweetheart." Someone said. Perci opened her eyes weakly and saw a woman with red hair and a man with rectangular glasses. He looked a lot like Harry. The woman bent down and ran a surprisingly warm hand down Perci's face, a tear escaping her green eyes. She had Praxis and Harry's eyes. She realized that this must be her mother and father.
"You're-" she gasped. Lily and James Potter smiled at their only daughter. "Then I must be-" James laughed and sat down right beside her up against one of the headstones. "Not yet, Greenbean." he said, taking her hand. Perci guessed it was a nickname. Lily shook her head at her husband.
"Way to be an optimist, James." She said sarcastically. Perci tried to make her eyes stay open. "I'm sorry. I don't remember." Her voice was hoarse. Lily ran a hand through Perci's dark curls. "It's okay. We know."
Perci furrowed her eyebrows. "If I'm not dead, why are you here?" She asked. Lily pointed at the scene in front of Perci. She couldn't see much, everything still was a blur. But she did see two streams of light, a red one that was getting smaller by the minute and green one, which was getting better closer to the caster of the red light.
"You could stop it. Save your brother." James said. "All you have to do is point your wand and yell the curse." Lily gave him a disapproving look. "No, I will not allow you to use...that spell. But, your father is right. You could save him." Lily said gently, looking on at the scene.
"I want to. But I can't." Perci said. "I can barely stand."
"Your wand will guide you, dear." He said. He winked at her. "As Olivander says, 'The wand chooses the wizard'."
Lily frowned at him. "That doesn't have anything to do with this." She said.
James pouted and crossed his arms. "I wanted something mystical to say." He muttered. Lily rolled her eyes and grabbed Perci's wand from the ground and placed it in her daughter's hands. She placed a hand on her cheek, running a thumb across her cheekbone. "You've grown into an incredible woman, Perciana, my love." She said. Lily gave her a kiss on the forehead and stepped back. James kissed her on the nose. "See you later, Greenbean." He said and followed his wife. They soon disappeared.
Perci gritted her teeth and sat up, opening her eyes and focused on her target, Voldemort. She raised her wand and yelled, "Expelliarmus!" A red light flew from her wand. In just enough time, the snake-eyed wizard drew his killing curse away from Harry and onto Perci. Their spells collided. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her parents talking to Harry.
He looked over at and wanted to run to help her, but their parents stopped him. "Go!" Perci yelled over to him. It was soft and weak, but she knew he could hear her. He wanted to save her. "No! Get to the portkey! Go, Harry!" She said and turned back to the spell, which was taking the rest of her energy and will to keep going.
Harry made sure he held on tight to Cedric's body. He looked one last time at his newfound sister, which was something he would definitely had to get use to saying. He gave her a last look, which he hoped said a lot of things and grabbed onto the Cup.
He felt himself fall.
Voldemort broke the spell and yelled in anger, fire and lightning crackling around him. The ground shook and cracked. Perci was now afraid of him. But she was happy, though. Harry was okay and safe. That was all she wanted. Well, maybe see her friends again, but she knew that would not happen.
She was ready to die and knew it would come soon on swift wings. She dreaded the sentence that came out of the Dark Lord's mouth the next second. "Heal her. I want her alive." He seethed. Lucius Malfoy came over to her and took off her bindings. He grabbed his wand and pointed it at her stomach. "Vulnera Sanentur." He muttered. Perci had never heard of that spell. The blood around her found its way back in her body in a matter of seconds. She felt her wound being stitched up.
"That supposed to help?" Perci asked. "I still feel like shit, darling." She spat. Malfoy smirked and poked his wand into her cheek. "You will get what you deserve, Jackson." He said.
Perci spat in his face. "It's Potter."
Harry appeared in the arena once again, tears streaming his dirty face. Tears for Perci, whom he thought he would never see again. And tears for Cedric, another person he considered a friend, dead. The crowd cheered, not exactly understanding what was happening. Dumbledore came over to Harry, instantly see Cedric's dead body. He tried to tear Harry away from him as Amos was coming over, still not knowing that his only son was dead.
"No!" Harry cried and strapped himself back on to the body. He knew Perci would not part with Cedric, so he wouldn't. That's when the crowd began to quiet down and get confused. Dumbledore pulled Harry away when Amos fell to his knees and cradled his son.
In the crowd, Fred and George looked around, frowning , to see where Perci was. But she was no where in sight. The crowd started to mutter questions. Some cried, seeing the dead body of a fellow student. Several Hufflepuffs were sobbing loudly. Fred and George also saw Perci's American friends looking for her. They made eye contact and all of them shrugged.
"My, son!" Amos cried, his wife beside him, also sobbing hard. Moody pulled Harry to his feet and carried him off, Snape trailing them closely. "My, boy!" Dumbledore comforted the grieving man.
"Where's Perci at?" Ron asked worriedly. Molly and Arthur looked scared for her. Hermione and Ginny's lips quivered, immediately thinking the worst.
McGonagall spoke loudly to the students and visitors of Hogwarts. "Please, file out of the stands and make your way back to the castle grounds." She said in a shaky voice. They did so, quickly and unorderly.
There was four questions going on in everyone's heads.
'What happened Harry Potter?'
'Who killed Cedric Diggory?'
'Where was Perci Jackson?'
And, 'What the fuck is going on?'