Chapter 25
A tugging sensation pulled at him, transporting him away from the middle of the maze.
He landed in a dark field, nowhere near Hogwarts. It was a graveyard, overlooking a large mansion. There was a large cauldron lit up by a fire, in front of a tombstone with the name Riddle on it.
"A portkey?"
"Hello again." said a voice making Ewan spin behind him. Peter Pettigrew, with some type of child in his arms, was standing right before him. Ewan pointed his wand to the traitor. But Wormtail was able to disarm him faster.
"Why am I here? What do you want?"
"You." said the child. Only then was Ewan able to get a look at the thing, the baby was wrinkly a small, the arms and legs like twigs, the face, that of a snakes. But there was no denying who he was. "Voldemort."
"Crucio!" said Wormtail, pointing his wand at Ewan.
Moody had been right, the pain was unbearable. "Do you know why you are here, boy?" asked the Voldemort baby.
"Enlighten me."
"You will help bring me back; you will help me defeat your brother." answered Voldemort. With that, Wormtail forced Ewan to the gravestone, thick ropes tied around him securely.
"Do it, now!" said the Voldemort baby.
Wormtail took the child to the cauldron, dumping the bundle in with a splash. Wormtail pointed his wand to a bone on top of the Riddle gravestone.
"Bone of the father,
Unwilling given.
Flesh of the servant,
Willing sacrified.
Blood of the enemy,
Forcefully taken."
Wormtail took a knife and slashed Ewan across his left arm, deepening the wound to get a lot of blood. "The Dark Lord shall rise again."
The cauldron bubbled, fire erupted all over it. One minute was all fire then there was Voldemort. He had sunken deep red eyes, a snake like nose, long fingernails, and no hair.
"My wand Wormtail." said Voldemort.
Wormtail handed over the wand, then bowed to Voldemort. "Hold out your arm."
"Master, thank you, thank you." Sticking out the arm he just severed.
"The other arm, Wormtail." He snapped. Wormtail held out his left arm. Voldemort pressed his wand upon Wormtail's Dark Mark. The air chilled, thunder clapped the sky, and the dark mark appeared in the sky, releasing a half a dozen black apparitions. 'Death Eaters.'
"Welcome, my friends." said Voldemort, to his Death Eaters. "Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself, disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me, Crabbe! McNair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius."
"My Lord, had I detected any signs or whispers of your whereabouts-" started Lucius Malfoy.
"There were signs, my slippery friend, and more than whispers." Interrupted Voldemort.
"I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways." said Malfoy, taking off his cap. "The face I have been obligated to present today, since you absence, that is my true mask."
"I returned." added Wormtail.
"Out of fear." Spat Voldemort. "Not loyalty. Still you have proved yourself useful these past months, Wormtail." Waving his wand over Wormtail's severed hand making a new silver hand.
"Oh, thank you, Master. Thank you."
Ewan tried to hold it in an he couldn't, he sneezed. 'Stupid sinuses!'
"Ewan, oh I almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father, I'd introduce you but word has it you and Harry are almost as famous as me, these days. But there all lies, aren't they?
"Should I reveal what really happened that night, thirteen years ago? Should I divulge how I truly lost my powers? It was Love. You see when dear sweet Lily Potter gave her life for your bother she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him or you, for that matter. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter, things have changed. I can touch you now. I can touch your blood, Harry's blood. Atonshing what a few drops of your blood can do. Pick up your wand, Potter!"
Ewan was released, his wand was close to Voldemort. Ewan held out his arm and his wand flew into his hand.
"Oh yes, I see, you're powerful, almost as much powerful as myself at your age. I would offer you a spot with me, but I'm sure once I kill Harry, you'll try to kill me, its shame really, lost talent. You've been taught how to duel, I presume? First we bow."
Ewan rigidly bowed to Voldemort, 'If I'm going to die today, better do it the right way.'
"And now, Cruico!" the same time Ewan pointed his wand to a tree pulling it, and its roots, in front of him. Voldemort's spell hit the tree.
"'Atta boy, Ewan. Using outside resources to defend yourself. I would have used another person, but I suppose a tree works. Your Parents would be proud, especially your filthy muggle mother."
"Muggleborn, get it right!"
Voldemort sneerd. "After I kill you tonight, I'm going to kill your brother, I'm going to destroy him and once I do, no one will ever questions my powers and if they ever speak or you or Harry again, they will only speak of how you and Harry begged of death, and I being a merciful Lord, obliged." Voldemort turned around to face his Death Eater. Ewan, seeing an opportunity, ran for the cup.
"Accio!" With one last glimpse, Ewan Potter port keyed away.