Disclaimer: The characters, settings and all things related to Harry Potter are the property of JK Rowling, Scholastic/Bloomsbury publishing and Warner Bros studios. I'm just borrowing them for the moment and hopefully I don't mess them up too much.
Harry and Cedric came to a sudden halt as the Portkey dropped them on the ground and bounced away.
"What happened?" Cedric groaned as he and Harry got to their feet.
"The Cup was a Portkey, that much is obvious," Harry said. "But the main question is where are we and how we are going to get back to Hogwarts?"
"Wands out, and maybe we'll get lucky and the Portkey is a two-way one," Cedric suggested.
"Someone's coming," Harry whispered. There came a shuffling from the darkness. "Get down."
The pair crouched down behind a tombstone as the shuffling dew closer. Harry closed his eyes, delving into his Animagus senses. He hadn't been able to fully transform but he had been able to gain Shadow's senses while in human form; enhanced eyesight in low light, enhanced hearing and smell as well.
"Where is he?" a high cold voice cried. The voice seemed to cut through Harry like a jet of icy water. He knew that voice but that fact didn't give him any comfort.
"Cedric, we need to get out of here now," Harry hissed. The older boy looked confused but nodded, seeing the scared look on Harry's face. They slowly began to creep around the graveyard. But it was difficult, as neither knew where they were going and the only light was coming from the moon and a fire that was set about twenty years away.
"Bloody hell," Harry heard Cedric cry as the older boy ran into a headstone.
"Quiet," Harry hissed.
"Ah, there you are Harry Potter," the cold voice cackled.
"Shite," Harry groaned.
"Come on out Potter," the voice said. "There's no escape for you."
"Oh I don't know about that Tommy, I'm pretty good at escaping, since I've done it three times before."
"Harry, what's going on? Who is that?" Cedric whispered.
"Someone I hoped that I'd never see again," Harry growled. "That voice belongs to Voldemort."
Cedric froze. "That's You-Know-Who's voice?"
"Unfortunately, look they don't know you're here so I want you too stay down and try to find that Portkey, you have to get back to Hogwarts and warn everyone."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to piss off Riddle and distract him so you can get out of here," Harry said.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Nope, look with Riddle focused on me, you'll have a clean shot at getting out of here."
"Potter," Voldemort cried. "Come out boy and meet your death."
"Calm down Tommy, I'm coming already," Harry called. "You'd think that the Dark Lord would have some patience."
"What the HELL is going on?" Sirius cried as he, Remus and Hermione came storming down the stands. "Where are Harry and Cedric?"
Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape were at the bottom of the stands.
"What's this all about? Sirius, Remus, Miss Granger, please return to your seats," Dumbledore said.
"Not a chance old man," Sirius roared. "I'm going to find my godson and Mr. Diggory."
"You can't enter the maze, the task isn't finished," Dumbledore said.
"It doesn't matter. Both Cedric and Harry aren't in the maze right now, they suddenly vanished from where the cup was place," Remus growled.
"What!" McGonagall screamed.
"How could you know that?" Dumbledore pressed.
"Harry had a feeling that his entry into the Tournament was some convoluted plot of Riddle's to do him in. So when he found out that the final task was going to be a maze, he had the idea to make a map of the maze, like the Marauder's Map to make sure that we could keep an eye on him."
"So Potter was cheating!" Snape exclaimed.
"Sod it Snivellus, Harry doesn't have a copy," Lupin growled. "Harry told us to make the map but not one for him because he said that if he was going to win this bloody Tournament, he wanted to make sure that no one would accuse him of cheating, not that it matters with Dumbledore doing the cheating."
"That doesn't matter since both Harry and Cedric are missing," Hermione cried. "Both vanished at the same time from the map, they were both right next to the Cup."
"So they're either dead or the Cup was a Portkey," Snape drawled. Hermione glared at the Potions Master though her face paled.
"Severus, that's enough," Dumbledore barked. "May I see the map?"
Sirius handed Dumbledore a copy, and the Headmaster quickly scanned it. He seemed to age three decades in front of their eyes.
"This is not good," Dumbledore said gravelly. "We must find them."
"Get ready to move Cedric," Harry whispered. He gripped his wand tightly before stepping out from behind the tombstone. "Hey there Thomas, you rang."
"Incarcerous!" Wormtail barked. Black ropes shot from his wand, Harry slashed his wand in front of himself, and the ropes vanished.
"Come on rat, I'm sure that you can do better than that," Harry chided.
"Impedimenta!" Peter shouted but Harry ducked behind a tombstone. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Cedric darting between the headstones. Looking back at Wormtail, Harry saw the Triwizard Cup gleaming at the foot of a massive cauldron.
'Go Ced, get out of here,' Harry thought as he dodged a Stunner.
"Wormtail, behind you," Voldemort cried. Pettigrew whirled around.
"Avada Kedavra!" he screamed.
"No Cedric," Harry cried as the sickly green curse spat from Wormtail's wand. Cedric looked up in horror just as the curse caught him. The older Champion was thrown back against a tombstone, his eyes wide and blank.
"NO!" Harry screamed, his legs caving underneath him.
"Expelliarmus! Incarcerous!" Wormtail shouted. Harry's wand flew into the darkness and he was quickly bound head to toe in thick ropes.
Wormtail dragged Harry's limp body over to the cauldron and threw him against a large tomb with the name Riddle carved on its face.
"Yes Harry Potter, you lay upon the remains of my Muggle father," Voldemort hissed. "For you see, you are about to witness my rebirth."
Harry struggled against his bindings but found that he couldn't move.
"Hurry Wormtail, the time approaches," Voldemort hissed.
Wormtail shuffled over and placed Voldemort into the cauldron. Harry heard a low thud as Voldemort hit the bottom of the cauldron. The cauldron began spitting red sparks.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given will revive your son," Wormtail said. The ground beneath Harry writhed as a white bone pushed through. Wormtail levitated the bone above the cauldron and let it drop. The bone burst into flames as it disappeared into smoke. The cauldron began spitting blue sparks and the water began bubbling.
"Flesh of the servant, willing given will revive your master," Wormtail stuttered. He pulled a knife from his robes and with a howl, he brought the blade down and sliced off his right hand. The severed appendage fell into the cauldron with a sickening splash.
Harry squirmed against his bindings. Harsh breathing filled the graveyard, broken by sobs coming from Wormtail. The sobbing man shuffled toward Harry, his injured arm stuck underneath his armpit in an attempt to slow the bleeding.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken will resurrect your foe," Wormtail said, breathing heavily. He pulled a second knife from his robes. Trembling violently, Wormtail cut open Harry's sleeve. Harry howled as the cold blade sliced into his arm.
"You know, screw it," Harry growled out. "Take it you traitor, I've had everything else taken from me, why not my blood?"
Wormtail stumbled as he let the blood drip into the cauldron. Harry shied away as the water turned a brilliant white. Harry screamed as he felt something tear at his scar, as if something was trying to force itself out from behind the famous scar.
It felt like someone was slowly peeling a scab that was solidly attached to his skin and every piece of skin was holding on for dear life. With one final throat-wrenching scream, Harry felt something pulse out of his head. He sagged against his restraints, feeling as if he was a dishtowel that had just been wrung tight and thrown through the wash.
"Wormtail robe me!" Harry barely heard Voldemort's order as he felt as if Buldgers had hit every inch of his body repeatedly.
"Ah Harry Potter, welcome," Lord Voldemort hissed. Harry looked up. Voldemort was standing feet from him, bald and deathly pale. His eyes were blood red and silted like a reptile's and he had no nose, only two slits in the middle of his face.
"What do you want Riddle?" Harry groaned.
"Insolent boy," Voldemort screamed. "My name is Lord Voldemort!"
Harry snorted, though he grimaced as pain shot through his body. "Keep telling yourself that. Now, are we done? I have a feeling that quite a few people are wondering where I am."
"Oh no Harry, I'm afraid that you won't be leaving here alive. I'll send your body back so the world knows that no one can stand against Lord Voldemort."
"Except me and supposedly Dumbledore," Harry interjected. "I mean come on, I've faced you three times before and I'm still here. And apparently you're afraid of Dumbledore, though I don't know why?"
"It doesn't matter child, for after tonight, all shall know my wrath," Voldemort hissed. "Wormtail, give me your arm."
Wormtail shuffled over, still cradling his arm. "Yes My Lord, thank you master," he sobbed, extending the bleeding stump.
"Not that arm Wormtail," Voldemort snapped. He grabbed Wormtail's left arm and rolled back his sleeve. The Dark Mark tattoo was burning red.
"It has returned, they must have realized," Voldemort said. Raising his wand, Voldemort pressed the tip against the tattoo. Wormtail howled as the Mark turned black.
"Soon Harry Potter, you will see my true family return," Voldemort mused.
Sharp CRACKS filled the air as people came into existence. Roughly thirty hooded and cloaked men and women appeared in the graveyard.
"My friends, it has been nearly thirteen years since we last were assembled, yet you responded to my call as readily as ever. But I find myself disappointed that none of you attempted to find me after that fateful night."
A shiver ran through the assembled Death Eaters at the coldness in their Master's voice. Harry raised his head and saw Voldemort stalk among his followers, wrenching their masks away. Harry hid a grin as he recognized Lucius Malfoy, Augustus Rookwood, Crabbe and Goyle Sr., the Carrow twins, Avery, Nott and Yaxley among others. Harry began struggling against his bonds, gaining Voldemort's attention.
"Ah Harry, still fighting I see," he hissed. "Such bravery, I do admire it, futile it may be."
"Yeah well, I've got nothing better to do Tom, and besides, I'm cramping up a bit being stuck in the same position for so long."
Voldemort's eyes narrowed as Harry spoke but his voice was calm as the Black Lake, though Harry could tell that Voldemort was furious.
"Well we can't have that," Riddle sneered. "After all, you are the guest of honor, wouldn't want to be uncomfortable. Wormtail, release our young friend and return his wand, he's agreed to provide us some entertainment."
Wormtail shuffled over, Harry noticed that a silver hand that looked like water trapped in a single form, but not frozen had replaced his bleeding stump. The short man ripped away Harry's bindings and thrust Harry's wand into his hand.
"Thanks rat," Harry growled. He brushed himself off and stood, staring right into Voldemort's eyes.
"I presume you've been taught how to duel Harry?" Voldemort asked.
"A little, you can ask your pet Snivellus, I handed him his arse a few weeks ago," Harry growled, barely inclining his head.
"Well then, Serverus' talents must be slipping if you were able to defeat him."
"Reducto!" Harry cried in lue of another snarky remark. Voldemort blocked the curse with a wave of his wand.
"Come now Harry, surely you can do better than that," Voldemort hissed. "Crucio!"
Harry rolled out of the way, the blood red curse reduced the tombstone Harry had been tied against to rubble.
"Bombarda! Stupefy! Diffindo!" Harry cried out in quick succession. The Blasting Curse blew apart the ground in front of Voldemort while the Cutting Hex was sent in the Stunner's shadow. But Voldemort raised a silver shield with a green serpent on it to deflect the spells.
"Not bad Harry, but surely you can do better," Voldemort hissed, his eyes alit with malicious laughter. He slashed his wand in front of him, sending a jet of purple flame speeding toward Harry. Harry recognized the purple flame from his duel with Snape.
He dove forward, rolling under the curse then sprang to his feet, firing off two Piercing Hexes at Voldemort. Riddle easily blocked the hexes before retaliating with an Avada Kedavra.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry cried for some reason.
The two spells collided between the pair. Harry felt as if his body had locked up, every muscle strained and tense. A golden beam connected their wands. Harry's ears were filled with a sound very similar to the song that Harry had heard when Fawkes had appeared in the Chamber of Secrets.
Suddenly, beams of light burst from the thick gold beam connecting Harry and Riddle's wands, creating a dome and separating Harry and Voldemort from the Death Eaters. Beads of light were studded along the gold beam and they were moving. Slowly the beads were moving toward Harry's wand, and his wand was vibrating violently as the beads approached. Concentrating as hard as he had ever done so, Harry focused on pushing the beads back toward Voldemort's wand.
Ever so slowly, the beads were forced back into Voldemort's wand. There came a distant cry of pain, then a burst of smoke erupted from the end of Voldemort's wand. Everyone in the graveyard gaped as Cedric Diggory floated down. But it wasn't really Cedric, he looked like an extra concentrated ghost.
"Harry, hold on," 'Cedric' said, his voice sounding as if it came from the end of a tunnel.
Two more screams echoed through the graveyard and two more 'people' appeared next to Cedric. Harry thought they looked familiar but he couldn't place them. Both urged him to hold on. Harry's wand bucked and slid in his sweaty grip.
"What's going on?" Voldemort screamed, his red eyes wide.
There came another scream of pain and another 'person' appeared. Harry had no problem recognizing this 'ghost'.
"Mum!" he said.
"Harry," Lily Potter said softly. "Hold on a little longer honey, your father's coming."
And as if her words had summoned him, James Potter faded into existence next to his wife.
"Hello Pronglet," James said, smiling sadly at his son. "We're so proud of you Harry. And we will always be with you but you have to break the connection. We will linger for a moment to give you time to get to the Portkey."
"Harry, take my body back to Hogwarts," Cedric said. "Take it back to my parents."
Harry nodded feverishly.
"Oh and Harry, I know you have my wand, don't be afraid to use it," James said. "It can help you cause a nice diversion, I'm proud that you wield it."
"Its time honey," Lily said. "Do it."
Harry, his heart feeling like it was been squeezed in a vice, wrenched his wand away, the golden beam shattered. The 'ghosts' didn't vanish instantly, they rushed toward Voldemort screening him and the majority of the Death Eaters. Harry pulled out his father's wand and began silent casting Reductors at the Death Eaters in front of him. Twin blue bolts of energy slammed into the ground, kicking up debris and a quick double Banishing Charm sent it all into the faces of the confused Death Eaters.
Harry burst through the Death Eaters and sped toward Cedric's body and the Cup, sending random Cutters and Reductors over his shoulder. A hissing sound reverberated through Harry's ears. Nagini was curled up on Cedric's body. Not even hesitating, Harry levitated the snake into the air, then sent a Diffindo followed by an over powered Banishing Charm. The Slicing Hex slashed a deep cut at the base of the snake's skull while the Banishing charm sent it flying into the darkness.
Harry reached down and pulled Cedric's body onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry and staggered toward the glowing Cup.
"Potter!" he heard Voldemort roar.
"Bugger this," Harry growled. "Accio Cup!"
The Cup flew through the air. Harry caught it by the handle. There was a bright flash of blue light and Harry felt a sharp tug behind his stomach and heard a shrill scream of rage as Voldemort watched the two boys vanish.