Voldemort's eyes seemed to soak up the area. For a man who had been dead for thirteen years, he seemed far too alive.

"Harry Potter." He said, smirking. "And Pettigrew." He added as an afterthought. "Give me your arm." Pettigrew started muttering his gratitude, sticking up the stump. The Dark Lord glared. "The other arm. With the Mark."

"P-Please, m-my lord... I-it hur-" He stopped his arguing under his master's gaze, and pulled up his other arm, waiting as Voldemortr stroked Wormtail's arm, pressing the Mark with much more force than was needed, smirking.

"Let's see who is brave enough to come back." He said. "Or foolish enough not to."

"You stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father," The Dark Lord hissed softly. "A disgrace and a fool... very like your dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child... and I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself, in death..." He said, smirking, walking up. He walked up, smirking.

"And he left my mother, after finding out she was a witch. Which even though she may have been... disappointing to the wizarding world, she was a witch nonetheless. He wasn't a fan of magic." He seemingly cast a blast of light, illuminating the graves at impossible angles. "And now, all these years later, I'm ready to erase the final traces of his so-called son, and his own legacy, of the name Tom Riddle."

He gave a cold laugh. "Look at me, with the family stories." He looked around, head tilting. "We await a new family, don't we, Potter?"

Dark waves in reality, sentient clouds, were swirling the graveyard, solidifying into people. Wizards Apparating, or travelling by smoke cloud. As they arrived, the Death Eaters seemed to bow to Voldemort, kissing his robes and murmuring promises of redemption.

"My fellow Death Eaters." He said, smirking. "Thirteen years since I left, and you answer the Call as though it were yesterday." He smirked, before glaring. "But you didn't."

"There is guilt in the air, of those who left me behind, believing me dead? Doubting my powers?"

One Death Eater threw himself down, to Voldemort, who glared at me. "P-please, M-master, forgive us a-"

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort hissed, green light firing out, murdering the Death Eater.

"You have all defied the Mark!" He screamed, his voice echoing at equally impossible angles as the light. "For thirteen years, you've bore my trademark, hiding in the shadows and safety, while I alone have achieved my goal." He paused.

"Not alone. You see, Pettigrew, the lowest and most worthless of you all," (Peter seemed to ignore that statement, too focused on his bleeding hand.) "Has served me in ways none of you have. Thirteen years in hiding, with Muggle sympathizers no less; thirteen years of biding his time, of waiting for my return." He looked at the bleeding servant. "He has done well. Wormtail, your arm. You will be repaid in full and then some."

Wormtail staggeredly brought his arm forward, and the screaming stopped as the air warped and twisting, a golden liquid flowing from the wand. It swirled on Pettigrew's wrist, and without warning, started mixing with flesh. The servant screamed loudly, louder than he had all night, and some Death Eaters stepped back - either for volume or fear, Harry wasn't sure.

After almost three minutes, he abruptly stopped. He had a golden hand that gleamed brightly, and he flexed it, as though amazed at the existence of a hand: which for him, was likely very amazing.

"I reward those who do well." He said simply.

He started walking the circle, as Wormtail rushed to his spot in the wheel of Death Eaters.

"Lucius, a traitor but a valuable one. You fled from the Mark once. Do not do it again." He said, and he slowly walked the wheel, commenting on the spots that either had souls or not. "The Lestranges, who have honored me equally by serving time in Azkaban in my name. They will be honored beyond wildest imagination." He said, and ne commented some more on the souls. At the end, he smirked.

"And Seven of you, who have not returned." He said, looking around. "Three dead in my honor. Two who ran away, and will be sentenced beyond comprehension. One who has been faithful in his own way, and another who allowed this meeting to take place."

"M-my lord," Spoke up Lucius, and Voldemort wheeled around. "H-how are you here?"

"Good question, Lucius." Voldemort said. "It is said that Harry Potter was my downfall. That he was a hero, and untouchable. When the Killing Curse reflected on me - ancient magic his mother accidentally invoked, I presume, he became a mirror I couldn't touch or fight. I died, tormenting agony and misery haunting my... soul, if it even counted still, for almost a decade. It was worse than anyone in this room has ever felt." He walked up to Harry, smirking cruelly. "But that all has changed." He gripped Harry's face tightly, tilting it up. "You look like your mother." He said, and there was genuine impression of respect in that sentence. "Reducto." He said, tapping the ropes, and they exploded at the center, heat searing Harry's chest.

"Get up, Potter. Die with dignity like your parents." He backed up, smirking. "Accio wand." He grabbed, and tossed it to Harry.

"For thirteen years, the boy has been untouchable, he has been immortal in my conquest, and now, it ends. In a way, we were equals, Potter." He said, and he looked at Harry. "We were. And now, you will die in glory." He pulled out his own wand. "And Potter?" He said, pausing to give Harry time to answer. "I hope death is as painless for you as it was for me."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort said, in almost a scream, and Harry reflexively said the first spell that came to her mind.

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

The two beams collided midair, the scarlet and the green mixing. As they connected, the air seemed to almost hiss, as though on fire, and Voldemort grimaced. The beam persisted, sparks flying, shots of golden magic zipping each way - a shot hit a Death Eater, throwing them halfway across the graveyard.

Harry's wand felt like it was going to melt in her hand, and Voldemort's rattling grip showed he was no better off.

The golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort's wands splintered, refracting into a thousand more beams arcing high over them, forming a type of golden cage.

"DO NOTHING!" Voldemort screamed to the Death Eaters, and Harry only realized now how warped sound was. Glancing around, the gravestones were crumbling, the grass was shifting, and overall, reality was failing around them.

From the beam, out sparked various lights - the Impediment charm Harry used to shoot back, striking another Death Eater; but for Voldemort's spells, ghostly images seemed to rise from where the beams met.

Cedric Diggory came out first, glancing around. Next were two people - the person from Harry's dream at years start, and someone he had never met before. Then... her voice choked up.

Two ethereal spirits came out, that looked like Harry did and had - Lily and James.

She saw the spirits, and they spoke to her. They promised to keep her safe, give her a chance to run. And then, she yanked her arm up, the golden strand of magic giving way in a blinding light, and she ran.

She heard Voldemort behind her giving instructions to stun her, but she ran afaster, and without thinking, grabbed Cedric's limp arm right as she was about to grab a portkey.

She heard the howling of the Dark Lord until she had returned to the maze at Hogwarts.