Disclaimer: Obviously none of this is mine, my oc on the other hand, is entirely mine except for her last name (I like Cassandra Claire's Mr Valentine, specially his last name, don't judge me)

Hope you enjoy as much as possible, this is my first story ever published. So to my experienced readers and writers you will probably hurt your brains at some point. Just remember this isn't my first language. Okay I'll shut up now. On you go.

CHAPTER ONE

There was no other sound disturbing the hallways, but the steps of the young Hufflepuff running to her very possible death. But that was a topic never to be discussed, for the sake of her sanity. No onlookers could have guessed her affiliation to the house of the badger, her plan was as crazy as a Gryffindor's would be, even her face wasn't the same for that matter. She truly believed it was the most perfect plan, to stop the dark lord from coming back and starting his second reign of terror.

The polyjuice potion would last exactly an hour, and then her second dose would give her another and a third dose for what ifs. She put the neck length wild hair in a simple bun and half ran to the line of champions looking around for her. No not her... him.

The real fourth champion was currently tied and unconscious in a broom closet, somewhere in the castle, wearing a black sweater instead of his champion scarlet and gold regalia, with a note that read "Moody is not Moody, only trust Dumbledore"

She whispered her apologies to champions and teachers alike and tried looking as nervous as possible. At least that was something she wouldn't need to fake.

Soon enough Mr. Filch activated the cannon and the maze started to open ominously. She watched Cedric go in with a tight smile and moved when she was pushed by Moody's strong grip.

Once the maze closed her nerves settled and she started focusing on getting to the damned cup first.

She passed the trials as she expected, with lots of sweating, swearing and thinking if the next second was the one where everything went to shit.

Hearing Fleur scream gave her the signal for Krum's appearance. So she waited behind the wall of grass and when the light came around it. She pushed his arm away from her face and petrified him. That dealt with, she ran to where he came from to see Cedric right there looking at the stupid shiny cup with determination.

She didn't bother telling him to stop, her hand flew with her mouth spell after spell. But he wasn't chosen to be champion for nothing, he was fast, and he wanted to win. With a string of luck his foot was trapped in the devil's snare and was pushed down, for a few seconds she thought about leaving him to it. And then went back and did exactly what harry potter would do.

It was like his stupid face was affecting her mind or something.

Cedric looked roughed up, scared and grateful at the same time. "For a second, I thought you wouldn't stop"

"yeah me too" she breathed out she didn't want to chat with him. She didn't even want to look at him, if she messed up in any way he would be dead in less than fifteen minutes. "We should get it over with" "right, yeah"

They both got closer to the cup, then she turned spell in her mouth, Cedric dropped petrified, a look of shock and hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but you have to trust me, that wasn't meant for you" she pointed her wand to the sky and shot red sparks.

Through fate, sheer dumb luck or just coincidence, the cup took her away exactly when the maze was open enough to see professor Dumbledore, professor Snape and Alastor Moody.

She landed on her ass as expected, some things didn't change, the nausea and lightheadedness didn't help with the horrid taste of poly juice potion she downed right there. Hiding the cup for later use, she hid herself behind the angel of death statue waiting for a small looking man.

And there he was, small, round, absolutely filthy and holding a horror show looking fetus thing. She didn't give him time to react to the silent emptiness of the cemetery. She threw curse after another until one accidentally hit the thing in his hand, which in turn made the small man screech in horror and fear, forgetting he was in the middle of a duel. His master was hurting and it seemed more important than securing any sort of plan.

She shot a stunner that grazed him but didn't hear the hissing that came after until something cold and slimy was coming up her legs with surprising speed. The huge snake applied pressure slowly until she dropped her wand and started fighting for breath.

"Don't kill him Nagini"

The hissing sentence came only when her world turned dark.

She woke up with a shot of breath going to her lungs like icy fire. Covering up her cough was useless, she was standing held by the weapon of the angel of death statue. the small man, chanting a long spell, the snake resting near her watching, head held ready. She tried to get a look at where her wand was to no avail. She started to curse the day she ever thought she could do this. Her last blessing was that his body making dark ritual wouldn't work with the wrong ingredients, she wasn't Harry Potter, her blood wouldn't work.

She started to focus on finding her wand, but couldn't hold much concentration when Peter Pettigrew came closer to start his task.

Bone of the father stolen, blood of the foe forcefully taken, flesh of the servant freely given.

The blade was coated with something cold she could tell, the burnt of it wasn't normal, she supposed it was why the scar on Harry Potter never healed. But things were different now, that world she knew so fully was going to change irrevocably.

She watched him with bated breath and utter silence as he took the fetus and threw it into the cauldron. The seconds it took for the concoction to react to its last ingredient, made both her and Pettigrew grow agitated, she could tell it wasn't supposed to do that. So when the color of the liquid turned from a black into a metallic gooey silver, she felt relief and anticipation, hoping the fetus would float up belly down, drowned and very much lifeless.

Her world crashed into smithereens when a fetus looking figure floated up and grew and grew, until it was the deformed Voldemort she expected, only to keep growing until he was a very complete looking human body. There was nothing missing, the man before her could be the adult version of Tom Riddle. It wasn't just a body, it was his fucking body. He wasn't deformed in any way shape or form. His hair was slicked back thick and wet, his cheekbones sharp, his eyes a cold piercing silver, his body muscled and strong.

She couldn't look any longer.

Her breath started to shake in her lungs going in and out in shear terror. The only thing in her head.

This wasn't supposed to happen. How did this happen?

Pettigrew was looking awed, not in the least put off by the nakedness of his master, if she wasn't freaked out enough before, his look made her want to off herself right then and there. The man looked like he made the best decision of his life, like all the doubts he had were taken away.

She felt sick to her stomach.

"Cloak me" the deep voice resounded in the empty silence.

She watched the Dark Lord look at his strong human looking hands inspecting himself, with a frown, she supposed the man was messed up enough to want a horrendous looking body to instill fear.

She was fucked.

His gaze turned to hers and all breath left her lungs. He came closer slowly looking her up and down. She was very aware at that moment, that her previous unconscious state wouldn't help her know when the effects of the polyjuice would run out. She was also aware that he was supposed to call his minions first.

"My wand, Wormtail"

Her breath kicked up again and she started struggling, until he pointed the white bone looking wand into the cut Pettigrew made. She looked away, and when nothing happened, looked back to find him transfixed by the blood flowing still from the cut. He took a few drops with his wand and conjured a recipient for it.

He took the time to look at her, and she started to sweat profusely thinking of the possibility of him knowing she wasn't Harry potter just by looking.

She was going to die a horrible death. There was no more acting for the sake of the plan. The plan was shot to hell and back, and she was left with this fucking mess she made. She couldn't stop the flinch and very girly sounding squeak that came out of her mouth, when his hand came near her face and gripped it closer.

She closed her eyes trying to think about hate, in case he used legilimency on her, but instead heard his hissing.

"Such power in his veins, and yet so helpless, pathetic" he pushed her head forcefully away in disgust. Colliding her temple to the statue, making a trail of blood come down on her right cheek.

"They will see my dear Nagini, they will see"

She thanked God up and down that he was talking to the snake, for a second she thought, he knew she could understand him. He couldn't know Harry could understand parseltongue or speak it. There was no way he could tell, the potion was still working.

The breath of relief that left her was short lived when she noticed he was going to call on the others to join.

She had no time left, with some potter borrowed luck, she saw her wand laying on the ground by the rest of the unused ingredients and focused on it.

The second the wand reached her was the second the first death eaters appareted on the grounds, and between one whoosh and another, she blew the statue's arms away from her and brought her hands together in front of her pushing with all her might the Dark Lord, before his second spell hit. "Not today" The golden energy pushed him to the ground and the two seconds it took for his goonies and him to react, the cup had reached her and she was whisked away back to the castle.

It would be hours later that she would realise, her last statement wasn't spoken in english.