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*deep breath* okay, this chapter was hard. I know some of you were thinking, 'how is voldie going to be resurrected, reborn, whatever, if she's not in the Tournament?' well this is the chapter he is and you will see how and why you need something happy before you read it. I am hesitant when I say, enjoy.
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Chapter Twelve
"Dr. Murray, I need to tell you a secret." Adira said and the woman smiled. "Not even Hermione or Ron know."
"George knows, I take it?"
"Well it has to do with him." Dr. Murray raised an eyebrow. "On the night of the Yule Ball, instead of going, George and I, well, we…shagged."
"Really? And I'm the only one who knows?"
"I knew you wouldn't judge me. Hermione is suspicious but hasn't confronted me and I want to keep it that way for a little bit."
"I understand." Dr. Murray nodded and Adira sighed in relief. "Now how are your emotions doing?"
"I don't know. Sometimes my urges to hurt myself are really strong because I've been feeling really sad lately."
"Lets work on some coping skills."
The night before the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, Adira was taking a walk outside before curfew. She had her invisibility cloak in her pocket just in case she was out past curfew. As she walked, she heard a twig snap behind her. She looked back but didn't see anything so she shrugged and continued. Suddenly a hand went over her mouth and another gripped her around the middle so she couldn't move. She tried to bite at the hand but she couldn't and suddenly she was being portkeyed. The next thing she knew, she was in the graveyard she had been dreaming of. Before she could regain her bearings, she was being tied to a headstone by a man she had never seen before.
"Hurry!" A high, cold voice hissed and she looked over to see a bundle on the ground by a cauldron. The man strode over and lifted the bundle. He dumped it into the cauldron before speaking.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"
The ground beneath her uprooted and a bone floated out from the dust and into the cauldron. He took out a knife.
"Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master."
Adira winced as the man cut off his hand and it went into the cauldron. He looked to Adira and approached. She started struggling again as he neared but it was useless as he cut her arm and collected the blood into a vial.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe."
He poured her blood into the cauldron and a white light glowed causing Adira to look away. When she looked back, a ghostly mist was surrounding everything and a silhouette of a man could be seen leaving the cauldron.
"Robe me." The same high, cold voice from before was heard. The other man pulled some black robes over the silhouette. Adira's blood went cold as she looked back at a face that had haunted her for years. He was very pale and had eyes the color of blood along with a flat face with slits for a nose.
Lord Voldemort had risen again.
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A high-cold laugh filled the air and Adira shivered.
"You have done well, Barty. For that, you shall be rewarded." Adira watched as a metal hand appeared on the man now revealed as Barty.
"Thank you, Master." Voldemort then turned his eyes to Adira.
"Adira Potter…so long it's been…" Adira stayed silent. "Not speaking are you? Well that shall be fixed soon enough." Voldemort looked around as dark figures seemed to melt out of the shadows. "Welcome, Death Eaters."
Back at Hogwarts
"Have you seen Adira? She never came back to the dorm last night." Hermione asked George, he shook his head, looking worried.
"No, I haven't seen her since dinner last night. I had detention."
"You don't think she did anything stupid, do you?" Ron asked with a frown. Professor McGonagall suddenly entered the common room.
"You three, come with me."
The three followed their head of house to Dumbledore's office. When they entered, he looked grave and motioned for them to sit.
"I'm sure you have realized that Adira is missing. A student came to me last night saying they had been outside that night when he saw a cloaked man grab Adira and portkey away." Hermione gasped. "Adira has been kidnapped and we are trying our best to find her."
Back with Adira
Adira screamed and twitched as she was placed under the Cruciatus Curse. She had been in Voldemort's clutches for almost two days and she was losing hope of ever being found. She was in some house by the graveyard that was apparently Voldemort's father's home. She was chained to a pipe in the basement and tortured every night. Her leg was broken along with her arm and there were multiple slashes all over her body.
The death eater that had placed her under the curse laughed. He lifted it and approached her. She had been touched by each death eater though thankfully that's all they did. She hadn't been raped yet but she wished George was holding and touching her, not these men. The man groped her chest and she whimpered. Suddenly he stood and left, clutching his left forearm. She had come to realize that's how Voldemort called them to him.
She heard a bang upstairs and yelling but she thought nothing of it. All she could think of was George and how she wished he was there to save her. Then she heard her name being called by the door by a familiar voice.
"Help." She whispered in a hoarse voice. "Please."
The door opened and she heard a gasp. A pair of familiar grey eyes were in front of her and she started crying. It was Sirius. He unchained her and shouted that he found her.
"Shh, it's okay Adira. You're safe now."
"Voldemort, he's back. He's back."
"I know, we saw him but he disappeared before we could get him. Lets go." He gently lifted her and she curled into her godfather.
"Oh, Adira!" It was Professor Lupin. Sirius took a doorknob handed to him by a familiar man that she couldn't place. She was portkeyed away.
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Yeah, she's not killed like Voldemort intended in canon. No, she's tortured but at least she was saved. Ugh, I felt sick when I wrote how the death munchers were touching her but I did it anyway. Read and Review!