CHAPTER TWENTY

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I cannot tell everyone how sorry I am, for not continuing even after I said I would if someone reviewed. I just got caught up in school, my grades were dropping. :/ HOWEVER, as I promised, I will be continuing this story, but the updates may take longer. I'm really sorry for the wait, but hey, I'm back!

Disclaimer: none of the story plot or characters belong to me.

Harry POV:

I ended up just ignoring Blaise for the most part, especially since now I had the third task to look forwards to. It sucked not having Blaise to train me, but he was being an arse. For all he knew, I might actually like the Weaslette. Speaking of the Weaslette, it was great fun pretending to date her. Did she think it was real? Who knew, who cared! It was worth it just to see the look on her stupid brothers faces. The older twins had pranked me for about a week before Weaslette had gotten pissed at her.

Now thinking about it, I realized that I had never actually called her her real name… What was her real name? Oh yes, Ginevra. I knew I would have to break up with her by the end of the year, but I'd cross that road when I got there.

Now for the final task. I laid down in my bed tossing a snitch up and down in the air. Dumbledore had talked to Diggory and I previously to tell us what the task would be. We would be venturing through a maze of dangerous creatures to grab a cup.

I'm still not sure how to prepare for this kind of task; it's a 'who can survive the longest' type of task. I guess i should just sharpen up my spells and ask Draco to spar with me everyday. I need as much practice as I can, hence the fact that I'm three years younger than everyone. They all know three times as many spells as I do, therefore, I have a major disadvantage.

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A/N: I'm sorry if you want me to in detail go over the 3rd task, but I am not going to. I'm basing it off of how it went in the movies and am just going to switch it to when Harry gets taken to the graveyard. Also, some things will be changed due to the fact that Harry is in Slytherin.

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"Together?" I asked Diggory, out of breath.

"Together," he agreed.

We both grasped the golden cup at the same time, and immediately were whirled away.

I landed hard on my back and looked all around. Cedric was starting to stand up, and i groaned out at my awkward landing.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, what about you, Potter," he breathed heavily, "where the bloody hell are we?"

I looked around; it was dark and had a terrible and grave feeling in the air. I felt like I've seen this place before….oh Merlin! This was from a dream I repeatedly had been having throughout the year.

"I've been here before, in a dream," I wearily called out. Cedric looked back at me before swiftly taking his wand out.

I took mine out as well, for a dark presence arrived. A hooded figure walked out of a rundown cottage, carrying something that looked like a miniature version of the carrier. It was almost baby-like.

"Kill the spare," the hooded baby hissed and I froze.

A green light shot out of the mysterious man's wand, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

It spiralled to Diggory's chest and sunk right in, making the seventh year fly back and hit the ground. After a few rolls, the body lie still.

"CEDRIC!" I felt myself yelling in disbelief. The proud puffie that everyone looked up to was here on the ground, eyes glazed over, and still. Cedric Diggory was dead.

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Wormtail made his way to me, using his wand to lift my body and trap it against the gravestone. I felt ill I I heard a small voice croak from the bundle Wormtail held.

"Do it… NOW!" it screeched, and Wormtail dropped the bundle into a goblet of water.

I moaned as my scar burned and Wormtail talked, "The bone of the father unwillingly given. The flesh of a servant, willingly." I groaned and held in a meal as the man chopped off his own hand. " The blood of the enemy."

He made his way over to me, scowling as he tore my sleeve and cut a vertical line, deep into my wrist. I yelled out, and he dropped the blood into the cauldron. I screamed loudly as the new body of Voldemort rose from the fire. He walked over to Wormtail, grabbing his arm and calling forth all of his death eaters.

He then grabbed and named then one by one. I gasped at the name Malfoy, and saw my best friend's father. At my gasp, Voldemort turned to me. He laughed strutting forward.

"Why Harry, son. I hadn't remembered you were here." That's when he noticed my green Slytherin emblem. He let out a long loud laugh, "Why, Harry? A Slytherin? Why hadn't anyone told me about this?" He looked around laughing, before letting me down.

"Well, then. I will give you an option. You join me… or you die," he grinned. I stood, bending my head down, acting if I were to join him. I didn't even touch my wand, but remembered the wandless magic that Blaise had taught me. Expelliarmus.

His wand flew out of his hand and I felt something flash before my eyes. It was Cedric's voice.

Harry, take my body back, take my body back to my father… please.

Tears threatened to crawl down my cheeks as I grabbed him and the handle to the Portkey. I flashed back to Hogwarts, and cheering arose around me. I gripped onto Cedric's body, crying, wishing that this was all a dream.