"Morsmordre!" cried one.

"No, Bellatrix! They cannot know!" Voldemort shrieked, but it was too late.

"Master, your Portkey is about to leave," called Crouch, but Voldemort was still focused on the hazy Dark Mark hovering in the sky.

"Remove it at once! Deal with it! This plan shall not be ruined!" Voldemort cried.

No one moved.

"Now!" he bellowed, then hooked a finger on the Triwizard Cup, and was pulled away into the night.

Voldemort, disguised as Harry Potter, landed on the soft grass and sprawled out.

He looked around for Cedric.

He wasn't there.

With a small pop, Cedric appeared at the side of Voldemort.

He had a piece of stone in his hand that he had used as a Portkey.

"Good, good," Voldemort murmured. Suddenly, he saw a flaw in the plan he had spent months devising.

Author's Note: Hope you like it! Also, don't forget to check out my new story, The Dark Trio and thanks for reading! Much love.