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The sensation of spinning while in freefall began to die down and the three champions found themselves landing on solid ground. Harry made the mistake of trying to land directly on his own feet, but that proved to backfire as he felt himself twist his own ankle.
"Ah!" Harry yelped as he held his damaged appendage.
"Harry!" Rose said standing from where she had landed and rushing over to him. "What's wrong?!"
"Ankle," Harry said trough gritted teeth. Rose hoisted him up by his one arm, while Cedric grabbed the other. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it," Cedric said. "It's the least I can do after the two of you saved me. Where do you reckon we are anyways?" Now that Harry was being supported by the two he was able to get a clear look at the area around them.
Instead of ending up back at the beginning of the maze where all the judges and spectators were waiting, they now found themselves in some sort of graveyard with a large house on a hill in the distance and a large cauldron a few feet from where they now stood.
"Is this part of the task?" Cedric asked as he looked around their current setting.
"I doubt it," Rose said. "We already touched the cup, the tournament was supposed to end after that."
"Wands out then?" Cedric asked. Rose nodded and the three of them drew their wands.
The sound of footsteps was heard coming from the undertaker's shack. The three whipped around to see who was coming, and were met with the sight of a man that appeared to be holding a bundle of blankets like a baby.
"Who are you?" Cedric asked, his wand trained on this mysterious figure. What do you want?!"
"Kill the spare!" a command was spoken from the bundle in the man's arms.
The figure raised a wand of his own and with an, "Avada Kedavara!" a blinding green light was launched straight at Cedric striking him dead in the chest. Cedric fell over completely limp, letting the grip he had on Harry go. Cedric had just been killed.
Without the added support of Cedric, Harry fell to the ground dragging Rose along with him. "Bind them!" the same raspy voice commanded the figure.
"Incarcerous!" ropes shot from the figures wand and wrapped themselves around both Harry and Rose effectively binding them.
"The Ceremony!" the voice from the robes spoke. "Do it now!"
The man pointed his wand at the cauldron and a fire sprang to life underneath it. Walking over to the now lit cauldron the man dropped whatever was in the bundle into the cauldron.
Next the figure pointed the wand at a tombstone labeled: TOM RIDDLE, and a bone came flying up out of the dirt to hover above the now bubbling cauldron. "Bone of the father," the man said as the bone was lowered into the mix. "Unknowingly given."
"F-flesh of the servant," the man said with a nervous stutter as he pulled a knife from his robes. "W-willingly sacrificed." He held the knife high and with a downward swing severed one of his own hands and allowed it to fall in with the rest of the cauldrons contents.
The man sobbed openly at the loss of his appendage, but he still approached both Harry and Rose with his knife. "B-blood of the enemy," the man said in clear pain from the loss of his hand. "Forcibly taken."
The man approached Harry, who was finally able to get a good look at the man. He had a pudgy rat-like face, thin straw colored hair with a large bald spot on the top of his head. He pressed the knife against Harry's arm and made a cut deep enough to draw his blood. The man took a look at Rose and did the same with her.
With both of their blood on his knife he began to add their blood to the cauldron, whose liquid was now turning a vibrant shade of red with smoke starting to float off of the surface of the liquid. Both Potter's were hoping that whatever was in that cauldron had drowned, or that the potion had gone wrong, for both of their scars were burning intensely.
Their hopes proved to be futile as a pale white hand gripped the side of the cauldron as a figure began to emerge from within. The thing kept its head low as it emerged from the large cauldron and stepped onto the grassy floor of the graveyard.
"Robe me Wormtail," the figure spoke the one handed man now known as Wormtail, who complied as he draped the figure with a pure midnight black robe.
Now clothed the figure that emerged from the cauldron took a moment to admire inspect his hands flexing his fingers as if to make sure they were all in working order. He turned to face where Harry and Rose were bound and they were able to get a clear view of his face.
It was a face neither of them would soon forget.
He was pale. Bone white almost which in a weird way complemented his tall skeletal figure. His head was bald giving his face more of a snakelike appearance. He had thin lips and no nose, just two slits that served as nostrils. His almond shaped eyes were a deadly scarlet, a fierce contrast to both of their emerald eyes.
He smiled a cruel smile at the both of them as they felt a new wave a pain emanate from their scars. Turning his attention back to Wormtail he spoke. "My wand Wormtail."
Wormtail bowed and presented the snakelike man with his wand, which he graciously took and fired a spell into the sky causing the clouds to rearrange into the shape of a skull with a snake coming from the mouth.
"Your arm Wormtail," the man said.
"Oh master," Wormtail said as he extended his stump of an arm. "Thank you!"
"Your other arm!" Wormtail's master snapped. Disappointment washed over Wormtail's face as he held out his other arm for his master. He rolled up his sleeve enough for Harry to catch a glimpse of a tattoo on his forearm. The master pressed his wand against the mark and another wave of pain washed over the two of them.
The air was filled with cracks like gunshots as a dozen or so masked and hooded figures appeared out of thin air next to Wormtail and his master. Harry could not see any of their faces but by the way they were nervously standing he could tell they were afraid of this man.
"Welcome my friends," the master spoke in a tone that was anything but friendly. "How long has it been since you all stood before me? Thirteen years?" the hooded figures lowered their heads in shame. "And what have you all been doing in that time? What was so important that none of you tried to find me?"
"I-I returned to you m-my l-lord," Wormtail stuttered.
"Yes," the master said. "Out of fear! Not loyalty. You stand here a coward while my most loyal followers sit in Azkaban. But still…" he approached the cowering Wormtail. "Your services have to be taken into account."
He waved his wand and an artificial hand was created in place of the severed one on Wormtail's arm. "Oh master!" Wormtail said as he admired his new silver hand. "Thank you!"
"Of course. Lord Voldemort rewards his followers."
Harry and Rose's eyes widened where they were bound. This was Voldemort? This was the man that had tried to kill both of them in their realities? No wonder their scars were hurting, they had them because of him.
"And what of the rest of you?" Voldemort addressed his other masked followers. "Do any of you believe you are worthy of a reward? What about you Crabbe?!" Voldemort tore the mask from one of the men who fell to his knees and began begging for forgiveness.
"Or you Goyle?!" he tore the mask from another who copied Crabbe's actions and began begging like a dog.
One by one Voldemort tore off the masks, and one by one they all sank to their knees in shame. "And what about you?" Voldemort asked the last masked figure. "Lucius?" he tore the mask away and a man that bore a startling resemblance to Malfoy fell to his knees.
"My lord," Lucius spoke. "I assure you I have never renounced the old ways, or your teachings."
"And yet you did not go to Azkaban with your sister-in-law," Voldemort old him. "You walked a free man."
"What use would I have been to you in prison my lord?" Lucius asked. "I have done what I do best: work my influence from the inside. That idiot of a Minister Fudge is in my pocket, that has always been my plan, for the day you returned you would face little opposition my lord."
Voldemort began to laugh. "Ever the serpent aren't you Lucius? It has always been a trait I admired about you. But let us not forget I am a merciful lord." A chorus of "Thank you my lord," echoed from the assembled followers.
"I can forgive all of you," Voldemrt said. "For the person who is responsible for my disappearance is here tonight." Voldemort turned his scarlet gaze on Harry and Rose. "Harry Potter."
Voldemort strode over to where they were bound. "The-Boy-Who-Lived," Voldemort spoke in a mocking tone to which his followers laughed. "And his… sister."
Voldemort narrowed his gaze. "I have heard the rumors of her, but until this moment I doubted it. I remember that night perfectly. The way I slaughtered your father and filthy mudblood mother. I remember there only being one child in that crib, they must have done a great job of hiding you girl. But it makes no difference. After tonight there will be no more Potter's."
Standing over the both of them Voldemort raised his wand and the robes that were binding them suddenly vanished into thin air. "I will show you the extent of my powers. Grab your wands!" Voldemort ordered the both of them. "We will make a proper duel out of this."
Rose grabbed her wand and went to help Harry up but a shout of, "Crucio!" from Voldemort had Rose falling to the ground as she screamed in pain.
Harry attempted to rise by himself, but Voldemort turned the curse on him and he too felt the pain she had felt, and he dropped to the ground as well. Voldemort's followers laughed and jeered at the sight of the two of them struggling against their master.
Voldemort lifted the curse and allowed the two of them a moment's rest before he started speaking. "Does anyone dare question my power? You were more of a challenge when you were an infant!"
It was abundantly clear that Voldemort was just toying with them. He was putting on a show for his followers before he finally finished the two of them off. While Voldemort continued to boast, Rose grabbed one of Harry's arms and pulled him behind a tombstone as a green flash of light struck their hiding spot.
"Don't you dare walk away from me!" Voldemort yelled at them. "Come back and face your fate!"
"We need a plan," Rose said to Harry. "The cup brought us here it might bring us back."
"As soon as we make a break for it he'll get us!" Harry hissed through the pain of his twisted ankle.
"Use your Telekinesis," Rose told him. "Distract him with something."
Harry nodded and levitated a decent sized rock. He directed it over the tombstone and towards where Voldemort stood. Rose peeked over to see Voldemort blast the rock into sand, before turning his wand to their hiding spot.
"Shit!" Rose said as she grabbed Harry and jumped out of the way as the tombstone was blown apart.
Harry readied a bolt of lightning and shot it towards an advancing Voldemort. He fired the bolt but was stunned speechless as Voldemort seemed to effortlessly deflect it with his wand.
"You disappoint me," Voldemort addressed the two of them. "Running and hiding instead of showing bravery like your parents. Pathetic." He raised his wand ready to prepare another deadly curse, and Harry raised his as well.
Harry fired the disarming spell and his blast of red light collided with Voldemort's green spell in mid air. Everyone present was surprised when there was no explosion, instead the spells seemed to struggle with one another each pushing back against the other.
He didn't know how, but Harry somehow found the strength to rise using his good foot allowing him to gain better footing in the clash of spells that was happening before all of them. His spell seemed to be winning against Voldemort as a white light flew out of Voldemort's wand to fly towards Harry and Rose.
The light took the shape of a person and they saw that it was Cedric. Harry's wand began to shake at an alarming rate as another white light emerged from Voldemort's wand to float next to the both of them. This time it was that of an old man they did not recognize.
The shaking only grew stronger after that and soon a golden globe of light surrounded Harry, Rose, and Voldemort, whose wand released another ball of light that took the form of an unknown woman.
By this point Harry was almost losing his grip on his wand, but surprisingly he still held on refusing to let Voldemort gain any footing in the struggle of spells. Two more white lights flew from Voldemort's wand this time they took the form of a young couple. A man with messy hair and a woman who seemed to look at them with remembrance.
Were these their parents?
"Harry listen to me," the man who must be their father said. "We can hold him off for a moment but only for a moment."
Cedric's apparition spoke next. "Take my body back," he said. "Take it back to my father."
"You're ready," their mother told him. "Just let go."
Harry wasn't sure he could hold on any longer as it was. He moved his wand away from the two clashing spells and the ghostly figures rushed at Voldemort who growled in frustration.
Rose caught Harry before he could fall to the ground and rushed towards Cedric's dead body. Harry helped her lift the body and she began making her way towards the Tri-Wizard Cup.
"AAGGGHHH!" they heard Voldemort yell in pure fury and a glance over the shoulder showed the Dark Lord raising his wand at them prepared to finish them off for good.
He was too slow as Rose grabbed the cup and the sensation of something pulling at the back of their navels and the sensation of the world spinning beneath them told them that they had made it. After a moment of distortion they felt themselves landing on solid ground as the cheer of a crowd flooded their senses.
They were back at Hogwarts. The crowd was celebrating them. No one in the crowd realized that one of the three of them was dead.
