I groaned and held my head, standing up.
Cedric and Harry were already up and alert, wands out. Looking around at my surroundings, fear rose in the deep pit of my stomach. We were in a graveyard, with a giant headstone of what I guessed was a Death Eater.
"I-I've been here before.." Harry circled around and I finally recognized the place.
"I've been here before, in my dreams.." I exchanged a frightened glance with Harry and then yelled at Cedric.
"Get back to the cup! Cedric get back to the cup!" Harry read the tombstone and seemed to know exactly what was going on. I had a very bad feeling about this place and Harry's look of terror didn't reassure me.
"What are you talking about?" Cedric eyed us carefully and I gasped.
Just in the distance was a lumpy silhouette, carrying a baby in a bundle. I shakily pointed my wand at the person and Harry did the same.
A black cauldron to our left magically lit up, an orange fire roaring underneath.
"Alice? Harry?" Cedric asked us in confusion, but I bit my lip in immense fear.
"Kill the spare." A croaky voice came from the bundle and sent shivers up my spine.
The carrier of the bundle pointed his wand lazily behind me.
Before I could realize what was happening, a shot of green light flew at Cedric and he dropped to the ground. Dead.
"Cedric!" I screamed, dropping to the ground beside him, flabbergasted.
The bundle carrier came into the light and I recognized him as Peter Pettigrew from last year.
With a forced grin, he rose Harry off the ground a little, and then shot him Agaisnt the tombstone. I heard a sickening thwack and Harry fell to the ground, limp.
"Idiot!" The voice scolded the rat man coldly.
He then pointed his wand at me, and lifted me more gently onto the tombstone, the Death Eaters bone weapon pressed tightly around me.
I stared at Harry and Cedrics cold bodies and a single tear escaped my eye.
Pettigrew tossed the baby into the cauldron, and I heard it thunk the bottom faintly.
Please let it have drowned, please let it have drowned! I squished my eyes together fearfully.
Pettigrew ran his fingers through his hair and then stepped over beneath me, where the name was sketched in the grave.
"Bones of the Father, unknowingly given...you shall revive your son..." A white bone flew up from under the tomb and floated over the cauldron. He flicked his wand and it dropped in, causing a murky white liquid to flow over the top.
"Flesh from the servant, willingly given...your master shall rise again..." He winced, putting his hand over the black cauldron. Before I could avert my eyes, the dagger he carried sliced half his arm off and landed in the mixture with a revolting splash.
Pettigrew then turned to me with needy eyes. He stepped up with a grin, and stroked my left wrist, right where my hand reached my wrist.
"Blood, from the enemy, unwillingly given..." He carefully carved a small line despite my screams of pain.
He tapped the blood into the cauldron and I felt blood soaking into my sleeve. Sweat and tears trickled down my face.
"The dark Lord shall rise again!" Pettigrew wailed and the contents of the cauldron started to bubble. My heart pounded in my chest in fear and I kept my eyes on the liquid surface.
To my horror, the baby rose out of the cauldron, naked, dripping with murky liquid. As it rose, it grew bigger. The thing was disgusting. A bony spine and visible ribs, with a pale skull and flat nose.
Pettigrew scurried over and covered the creature with Black robes.
The flat nosed freak started taking long breaths and feeling his head dramatically. I pressed myself up against the headstone, hoping I would'nt be noticed.
Voldemort starting blabbering on about things I couldn't pay attention to, with all the pain in my wrist. I cried silently for Cedric and Harry.
"Alice! Id almost forgotten you were here!" The dark Lord turned towards me and I cried more, seeing the ugly face that had killed my parents.
"Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but word has it your almost as famous as me these days. Alice Potter, Famous Harry Potters long lost twin sister!" He spat, the death eaters around him chuckling.
"How does it feel to be the one left behind? How does it feel to be the forgotten one? The one nobody heard of!" Voldemort sneered.
"How lies have fed your legend.." He muttered, poking Harry's limp body with his toe.
"Things have changed now." Suddenly a grin appeared on Voldemorts face and he leaped towards me.
"Famous Harry potter isnt even as famous as his scar..." He took a good look at me and frowned.
"It seems I have forgotten to give Alice a match.." He just barely whispered.
"But Alice, your face is much too pretty to scar." I felt myself utterly relieved until he jabbed his wand at my palm.
Laughing like the mad man he is, he swirled his wand around near my hand and I felt pain being carved into flesh.
I screamed loudly and wailed for help, tears falling down my face.
Voldemort then jumped away, pointing his wand at me.
The Death Eater statue dropped me to the ground next to my brother.
"Harry! Harry! Please be okay! Harry, please!" I cried, holding his head on my lap and staring into his cloudy eyes.
A single salty tear dropped from my eye to his and the color started reappearing in his iris.
"Pick up your wand, potter!" Voldemort demanded from behind me. I stared at Draco's wand, sitting there limp in the grass.
"I said pick it up! Get up, get up!" The dark lords temper seemed to be rising so I snatched up the wand and steadied myself infront of Harry.
"You've been taught how to duel I presume? First, we bow..." Voldemort pointed his wand at me and I felt my spine being forced towards the ground.
"And now..." An evil smirk spread across his face and with great pleasure, he shouted:
"CRUCIO!" I collapsed on the ground, twitching uncontrollably. My mind felt like a sponge being rung out and I felt more tears escape my eyes.
After he released the curse, I ran behind the Headstone to find Harry, conscious.
His head was bleeding but he seemed to have an idea of what was going on.
"Don't turn your back on me, potter! I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!" He shouted, and I looked Harry straight in the eye.
"We started together." Harry said croakily.
"We'll end together." I sniffles but put on a brave face. Thinking of Draco, clutching his wand, and silently saying goodbye to everything I knew, Harry and I stepped out from behind the headstone.
"Have it your way then." Harry gulped.
Voldemort thrust his wand at the same time Harry and I, side by side also did.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
A shot of green and red light collided and somewhat seemed to dance together, fire and smoke coming from it.
For what seemed like ages Harry and I held on.
It wasn't until I saw a bright light I felt hope.
Around me and Harry, three spirits appeared.
A round faced man with glasses, a woman with red hair, and Cedric stared at us.
"Alice..we are so proud of you two. We can hold him off but only for a moment!" The woman spoke.
"M-Mom?" I stuttered, smiling. She nodded lovingly.
"Alice, take my body back. Take my body back to my father." Cedric smiled one last time at me and I nodded.
"Sweethearts let go! You're ready!" Immediately Harry and I broke the connection, Sending us flying backwards.
Harry grabbed Cedric, and we ran to the cup.
I grabbed hold of Harry's hand and the handle of the cup, and felt a swirling motion in my head.
I plopped down on cold grass.