I shivered missing Fred's jacket already, I quickly realised my back was pressed against a grave stone I clutched it tightly, wanting something real in my life. I heard some noises behind me.
I slowly crouched down turning around so I could see what was there. I gasped silently when I realised what was happening. Harry seemed to be held up by a great statue shouting, there was a small quivering man who was muttering loudly and a giant cauldron in the middle of them making hissing noises and spurting wispy grey smoke.
I stood frozen as the small man spoke.
"And the blood of the enemy," The man snarled producing a knife and walking up to Harry. My heart skipped a beat, but I still couldn't move. The man hand shaking a little cut Harry, as he gasped. There was blood clearly visible on the knife and the man shook it into the cauldron, drops spluttered in, "So the dark lord shall rise again!" The man scurried away and almost instantly a dark black cloud billowed from the cauldron.
I got my wand out as the cauldron fizzed and spurted grey mixture before the whole cauldron lifted and before my very eyes began to transform. It burst into flames before a figure emerged.
The black of the cauldron turned into a pitch black robes, the mist turned into a veil of darkness and most horrifyingly the milky grey mixture turned into flesh forming a man who smiled and raised his arms touching his bald head that had greenish grey veins pulsing through it. Darkness dripped from every inch of him.
This was Voldemort.
I stifled a gasp my heart thumping unbelievably fast.
He floated over to the scrawny man hand outstretched. The man nervously bowed.
"My wand Wormtail," Voldemort hissed and Wormtail, bowed yet again placing the wand into the Voldemort's hand, "Give me your arm," He hissed again; I noticed with a start that Wormtail didn't have a hand. Wormtail started to thank Voldemort, but he was cut off.
"Your other arm," The dark lord said sternly, Wormtail looked briefly upset, but abided anyway holding out his arm which had a snake tattoo on it.
Tom Riddle placed his wand onto the tattoo and the snake slivered before creating a large cloud above their heads that became a large scull with a snake slivering through it.
I shivered, what do I do? Why am I here?
Almost as soon as the black cloud had slivered into the sky a great gust of black wind swept through the clearing, the wind then formed into people who all bowed when they saw Voldemort.
Deatheaters.
"Welcome my friends, thirteen years it has been yet here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday," Voldemort said looking at them each separately singling them out with his piercing gaze, "I confess myself… disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me," He began to name names growing angrier and angrier pulling the masks of the death eaters, "I am disgusted in all of you,"
"I stayed," Wormtail said quietly.
"Out of fear," Voldemort spat, "Although, you have had you uses," He said and quickly regrew Wormtail's hand who fell to his knees thanking him.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I heard someone say and to my shock I quickly realised it was Cedric. No!
"Oh yes almost forgot about you," Voldemort hissed, "Avada Kedavra," He yelled flicking his arm at Cedric.
"No!" I yelled my legs finally working. I flicked my wand not even with a spell in my head, but with so much passion that the light from my wand hit the other spell, not stopping it, but reducing its power. It still hit Cedric and he flew backwards a few meters hitting the ground with a thump.
With a sigh I realised he was still breathing, barely, but I had to do something quickly.
I began to run over to him, but Voldemort got in my way, I stopped when his icy glare hit mine.
"Well, this is interesting, and who, little girl, are you?" He said a slight hint in his voice to suggest he was actually interested.
I stood silent my fists clenched at my sides, holding my wand.
"Oh, if you're not going to tell me, I really have no use of you, shame you are definitely a pretty one," He said before flicking his wand and at me and a green light made its way to me.
Time seemed to slow down as I watched the glint of hate around the edges of Harry's eyes as he screamed 'No!' and Voldemort's eyes harden as the light finally reached my chest.
I fell backwards from pure force, but all I felt was the faint feeling of a didgeridoo blown onto my body. I looked down in disbelief to see I wasn't hurt at all, at least, I thought I was alive.
"Now, that is interesting," Said Voldemort floating towards me, my heart thumped loudly and I turned over twice to get away from him. Where I had been there was a large black spot where the spell had hit the ground. Voldemort leaned down picking up a cinder from the ground and crushed it in his hand. He looked at me again, but I was backing away, "What. Is. Your. Name?" He hissed pronouncing every syllable separately.
I stayed silent yet again partly too scared to say anything.
"Don't do anything to her!" Harry yelled although it can't have been easy as he was being strangled. Voldemort looked at him and then back to me muttering something that sounded like 'interesting'.
"So," Voldemort continued not listening to Harry, "if you can't die from a curse, let's see if any other unforgiveable curses work, shall we?" He smiled and I gulped my breaths coming out quickly as he shouted, "Crutio!" Instantly I was lifted into the air my whole body mangling in on itself, I screamed out in pain as my whole body began to torture itself, I had never felt pain like this and that said something.
"I'm sorry I don't think I caught your name," Voldemort taunted as my breath came out in leaps and tears began to fall down my face. Harry was yelling in the background.
"Isa…Bella…Marie… Swan," I huffed out between shocks and gasps of pain. Voldemort dropped me and I fell to the ground in a heap, I breathed as heavily as I could, my brain was exploding. I shivered ferociously from pain, coldness and fear.
"Well done!" Voldemort clapped, laughing mercilessly, "That wasn't soo hard!" He said talking to me like I was a child who had been forced to say sorry for a small accident, "But unfortunately that name is unfamiliar to me, let's have a look at you,"
He circled me as I still sat gasping one hand on my chest the other thrown out to support myself. Once he had circled me once fully he came back to my front and leaned down and with one sleek ice cold finger he lifted my chin, I screamed out in pain.
I quickly realised it was because I has Harry's scar and tried to restrain myself from screaming more.
"Curious and curiouser, why did that hurt you, little girl?" He asked, I began to panic I couldn't show him the scar or he would know I was connected to Harry, but if I didn't he would curse me again. I looked up at the face of many wizards and witches nightmares trying to think of a solution to this problem, "OH! I know who you are," I glared at him confused; there was no way that he knew me, "The resemblance is so startling, how did I not see it earlier? How could I have forgotten?" What? I was unbelievably confused now, I squinted at him, "Wait, this just gets better! You don't even know what I'm talking about. It's the name I got confused about,"
At this point even the death eaters were now leaning in and scrutinising me trying to understand.
"It's a shame Bellatrix isn't here to see it," He said and I watched the death eaters cough and look around nervously.
"What are you talking about?" I finally said glad my voice didn't let me down by sounding shaky.
"Oh, Isabella your last name isn't Swan," He said.
"Well what is it then?" I asked.
"Black," He laughed.