Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived. Simple. Right now, he did not want to live. He had just seen Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion die in front of his eyes. Now, he was tied to a tomb of some sort, Voldemort and his fellow Death Eaters in front of him. Harry was being recorded.
Bellatrix Lestrange had used a spell he could not hear, but he knew they were recording him. He knew he was going to get tortured. He saw an image displayed. He didn't know what it was at first, but then he saw himself, tied to the tomb. "Crucio!" the unexpected curse came from Voldemort himself.
Unbearable pain came, a thousand hot knives stabbing into his body. "Come on my fellow Death Eaters and torture the little Boy-Who-Lived!" Voldemort shouted. Soon, all the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself took turns torturing him, all the while recording it. Harry did not know how long, but soon he couldn't scream anymore, his voice hoarse.
"Enough!" Tom yelled. "Let me duel the boy," he said. Harry was forced to stand in front of Voldemort and bow. Before he knew it, the duel began. He ran and hid. That was all he could do, until "Expelliarmus!" he yelled. The Dark Lord was caught off guard, but it wasn't enough because he threw up a shield then the killing curse in quick succession.
Harry got hit by it full on, but somehow, instead of dying, he got thrown back and he was going straight towards the Triwizard cup coincidentally. While he was thrown back, he rammed into Cedric's dead body, dragging it along. Then he felt the familiar pull to his navel, and he was on the Quidditch Pitch again, holding onto a dead body.
Shouts of "Harry!" and "Cedric!" were heard.