-Prologue-

-The Graveyard-

"Where do you think we are?" Cedric Diggory asked sharply, his voice ringing clearly in the whipping wind. His brown, wary, nervous eyes flickered around the darkness and a row of fading tombstones jutted out and greeted him. The black cloak, with the yellow Hufflepuff badge, gleaming brightly in the darkness of the graveyard.

Cedric could hear the faint ruffling wind, but nothing else. The air was quiet around here, as if it were dying, becoming nothing but a faint, strangled whisper. He glanced through the graveyard, past the tombstones, and how a few flickering torches, lit with flames, were the only source light and warmth. It was cold, the wind softly swept across the graveyard, the dead leaves blowing in the air. Cedric drew his wand out, the sound of whispering voices came quietly from the darkness, but he saw something. Cedric was quite sure that he had seen a crouching figure slipping back into the darkness.

"You see something?" a voice came from the side of him.

Harry Potter stood at the side of him, quickly drawing out his wand from his robes.

"I don't know," Cedric asked, his chest now pounding quickly, beating like a drum. "I thought I heard whispering!"

There was a nervous gleam in Harry's eyes, as he looked at the worried expression on Cedric's face. Harry felt as if his insides were becoming nothing wet mush, the type of food, that Aunt Petunia served him, if he had been misbehaving. His face, hot and flushed, the lightning shaped scar on his forehead, was burning and aching more painful than ever. He couldn't remember the last time it hurt this badly, or when. He remembered it hurting after the dream he had, with Wormtail and Lord Voldemort, other than that, it was in his First Year, when Professor Quirrell unrolled the turban from his head, revealing that Lord Voldemort's disgusting, deformed face was attached to the back of it. It was the first time he had seen Lord Voldemort, other than his dreams. With each step further into the graveyard, his legs became weak, and Cedric, being the oldest out of the two, began guiding the way.

"Lumos," Cedric whispered, and a very bright light, came shooting out of the wand and ball of light glowered around his wand's tip. "Best to have some light."

"Lumos," Harry quickly said, never missing a beat, and his wand was now glowering the same brightness as Cedric's trembling wand.

Now, there was no darkness in the graveyard, it shrunk away, as if afraid of the light. Harry followed the light from his wand and Cedric's moving from tombstone to tombstone. In the middle of the graveyard, stood a statue, all alone, cracked and fading with age. It didn't look pleasant, the statue reminded harry of something of dark magic, the way it looked, the way it stood, and how the dark eyes were glaring back at it him, as if it knew he was there. It stood proudly, one of the hands were gripped around a sharp scythe, and the other was holding an unopened book.

Cedric's skimmed his wand over the gleaming plague. The names of three dead people came into view. The first name that was engraved was Thomas Riddle, then Mary Riddle, and the last name was Thomas Riddle.

"Riddle?" Cedric hissed, and the surrounding air, cracked like a whip.

"Did you say Riddle?" Harry asked, with a shaky voice, trembling from the strands to his hair, all the way down to his feet.

"Do you know that name?" Cedric asked, kneeling down, and then glanced up at the cracked stone statue and whispered softly, afraid of being heard. "Tom Riddle? Why does that name sound so familiar?"

Harry's heart now pounded painfully in his throat, and he felt sick. A strong, uneasy feeling began to wrap around him, like a cloak.

"It's Voldemort's name," Harry gasped out, and pain was shooting through his arms and chest. "It must his father.

"Are you okay?" Cedric asked, picking harry up from the ground and holding him tightly.

As Cedric's head snapped up to the stone, and then back to Harry.

"His father?" Cedric asked, looking confused. "It's a Muggle graveyard?

Harry's eyes were watering as he tried to keep a tight grip of his trembling wand.

"Voldemort is a Half Blood?" Cedric questioned, looking perplexed.

A shocked expression gripped Cedric's face tightly, twisting it.

"He is?" Cedric asked, still unsure. "How do you know?"

"Dumbledore told Ron and I, in our Second Year.

"After the Chamber of Secrets?" Cedric questioned and was answered by a sharp nod from Harry.

Harry touched the stone statue, the sky was illuminated by a brilliant, sharp arc of lightning now made sure graveyard was blinded by the bright light. Footsteps crunched near one of the tombstones in the far corner of the graveyard.

"Did you hear that?" Cedric asked, and Harry nodded.

A shuffling noise travelled over to them. A weak trembling figure came out of the darkness, holding something in a bunch of rags and cloths, a pair of small, pale, sickly looking legs. The sniffling male came to what looked like a gleaming silver cauldron, which had sprouted from nowhere. It hissed and steam rose up from it, fire whipped at the bottom of the cauldron, as the insides bubbled. The man, was whimpering, looking frightened. It didn't speak, nor tilt his head up. Harry could feel his scar prickling even more now, that it did before. He had seen this man in his dreams, and when he saw the fat, rat face and glimmering eyes, fresh with tears.

"Wormtail?" Harry whispered.

"What?" Cedric asked.

"Kill the spare," a very cold voice came out of nowhere, hissing like a snake.

"Get out of here, Cedric. Take the Triwizard Cup and get back to Hogwarts. Tell Dumbledore, Wormtail has Voldemort in the graveyard. We are at Little Hangleton's graveyard. Dumbledore will know.

"I'm not leaving you," Cedric immediately said, shushing Harry.

You're going to die, if you stay here," harry hissed, but it was not heard by the shouting of Wormtail.

"Avada Kedavra," came out of Wormtail's mouth as if his throat had been strangled.

Harry was rooted to the spot, frozen in fear, and all his strength had gone from his body, leaving it like an empty shell of his former self. He had no strength to lift up his wand, and then it came, a jet of brilliant, green flash came shooting straight from Wormtail, and the noise was the only thing, that could be head. The whooshing noise deafened the wind and crackle of thunder. Rain splashed down Harry's cheek, as he furiously opened his mouth, but nothing came out, not even a faint scream for help. The green light hit Cedric's chest, with so much force, that he was flown backwards in the air and cracked into one of the tombstones. The tombstone split in half, and Cedric lay there, blood pooling from his head. Harry looked on with fear splashing across his face. He saw the boy, who was named Hogwarts Champion first, who beat him at Quidditch, who had taken Cho Chang to the Yule Ball instead of him. None of that mattered now. Cedric Diggory was a cold, dead body.

"Bring me the boy, Wormtail, now" the baby hissed again, legs dangling back and forth.

It wasn't the first time that Harry had awoken Number Four Privet Drive with his screaming, but this was the loudest one.