"Er… sorry about that. Just having a little fun," said Barty Crouch, Jr. after a little while.
It looked as if he had used the Cruciatus curse on Cedric.
"Barty! Do not hurt him. He will be useful to use. Now, we need to put this scheme into action before anyone realizes what has happened. I assume that you have already set up the Portkey back?" Voldemort questioned.
"Why of course, my Lord."
"And the Polyjuice Potion?"
"Yes, Master. There is enough to last a month and more will come when needed," he said.
"Good. Now Lucius. Put him under the curse."
"Imperio!" Malfoy said nervously.
Bow down to the Lord.
Cedric jerked and sunk low.
"Very good. And I expect that you will hold this control and do as I say with him."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Pass me the potion. And get Cedric to take a chunk of hair from him."
Barty passed the goblet with the Polyjuice to Voldemort, and Diggory yanked Harry's hair from his head.
He dropped it in the brewing potion.
It bubbled.
It turned gold.
Voldemort swirled it around, took a breath, and drank.
He immediately began to shrink.
Dark hair sprouted from his bald head, and his snake-like eyes widened and turned the color of pickled toad.
He examined his hands.
No longer were they a ghostly pale color.
"Your robes, Harry. And your wand. Don't hesitate. You will be punished," Voldemort, who now was a spitting image of Harry, said cooly.
Harry thought for a moment.
Reluctantly, he took off his robes and threw them at Voldemort.
His wand clattered to the floor.
It had fallen out of one of the pockets.
Voldemort swiftly picked up the wand.
He donned the robes, which fit perfectly.
"And now I go. To the Dark Lord!" Voldemort yelled, hoisting Harry's wand in the air.
"To the Dark Lord!" his Death Eaters echoed, pointing their wands to the sky.
A/N: Sorry for the wait! I promise to update this more often now! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it.