Alright, here's all there is for this chapter, I want to get to the summer and 5th year (which will be quite different from the book). This is the long awaited meeting between Voldemort and Atani (Harry). I'll get started on the next chapter soon. I'm sorry for the delay but I've been playing EQ2. If you want to know what's going on and get little snippets of this story go read my LJ. The link is on my author page. I really am sorry for the delay. I was trying to figure out if I wanted to go through the entire tournament or not. I decided not to because it happens just like it does in the book with very minor differences. Thank you to all of you who have reviewed, I've read and reread each one of them. They're my inspiration to keep going. I look forward to hearing what you think of this chapter. I know it's a little short but if you want really long chapters you're going to have to wait for me to think them up and come up with the ideas. Sometimes ideas just flow and other times they don't. I have a lot of RL stress right now so please excuse the delay.
Kage

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Chapter 21

There was a notice posted on the board one afternoon stating that the delegates from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang would be arriving at 6 on the 30th, a week away. It also said they would be released from classes a half hour early. The day finally arrived and they found themselves outside waiting for the two schools to turn up. Harry and Draco were side by side, looking out over the courtyard and lake. Murmurs of how they were going to arrive echoed through the crowd. They certainly weren't expecting what they arrived in. The first to arrive was a large gilded carriage with a coat of arms on the side. It was pulled by elephant sized, winged, palominos with fiery red eyes. A woman as large as Hagrid stepped out. She was introduced as Madame Maxime. Her students looked rather cold, dressed in thin robes of fine silk. Durmstrang arrived next in a huge black ship that arose out of the lake. Their clothing was more suited to the weather, it seemed like they were used to colder weather, their cloaks were lined in thick fur. The students from Durmstrang sat with the Slytherins while the others sat at the Ravenclaw table. It was then that they were informed about how the champions would be chosen.

It wasn't until a few days later that the champions were picked. Viktor Krum was the Durmstrang champion, Fleur Delacour, from Beauxbatons, and Cedric Diggory. It was after they were chosen that something odd happened. A fourth name came out of the Goblet of Fire…Harry Potter. With that the champions were chosen and the trials would begin. Draco gave Harry his full support, as did the Slytherins, the other houses on the other hand resented him, not that it wasn't unusual of course but it was even worse. Harry didn't care; he only needed his house and their support. No one in the Serpent House asked how he got his name in when there had been an age line around it, not even Harry knew how his name got in.

The trials progressed until the final one. Cedric and Harry arrived at the end of the last one at the same time and both of them grabbed the trophy only to find themselves in a graveyard, surrounded by Death Eaters. Harry looked around quickly, not sure what to think or make of it. The trophy had been a port key, someone had wanted one of them here and Harry had a feeling that it was him.

Harry swallowed hard, he had seen Lucius dressed like this, hesitantly he spoke, "Lucius?" He questioned softly.

"It's alright Harry. We have a present for you." Lucius' voice came from one of the masked wizards.

Cedric looked panicked, his wand was out. Harry put his away; he knew Lucius would never harm him, "What kind of present?" He asked, maintaining his composure, inside he was excited, couldn't wait to see.

Lucius chuckled softly and looked at Cedric, "We'll have to see what my master desires to do with him, he wasn't meant to come with you Harry."

"He grabbed it at the same time I did, I couldn't really stop him." He said with a sigh.

"It doesn't matter Atani." A new voice said from behind him. He liked the way it sounded, sweet and low.

Harry turned quickly to see who was there. A wizard dressed in emerald green and black robes stood there. His pitch black hair fell around his shoulders and he looked at Harry with sharp green eyes. He immediately recognized him as an older version of the Tom Riddle he saw in the Chamber of Secrets. His eyes grew wide, it was his father. He stood there in shock, not able to completely register that his father was here and in one piece.

"Papa?" He asked softly, finally finding his voice.

The Dark Lord Voldemort smiled at him before doing something very un-dark lord like; he opened his arms to him as though to embrace him. Harry quickly made his way over, launching himself into his arms. Voldemort smiles and laughed, not a sinister evil laugh but one of happiness. The older wizard wrapped his arms around him tightly around him, holding him close and stroking his unruly black hair.

"I've missed you Atani." He smiled before pulling away and looking at Cedric, "Hmm, what to do with you?" He said, addressing Diggory, "You could certainly cause problems for my son and I."

"Y-Your son?" He asked, pointing his wand at the Dark Lord.

"Yes, Atani is my son." He said, stroking Harry's hair. Cedric shook his head and opened his mouth to utter a curse, "Crucio." He said before Diggory's lips had a chance to part.

He screamed, loud and long, falling to the ground and curling in on himself. He continued to scream until, with a flick of his wand, Voldemort released the spell. Harry stood beside him, watching with detached interest.

"Would you like to try Atani?"

He looked down at the writhing student, "No thank you papa, but what's to be done with him? He knows who I am."

The Dark Lord smiled, "He must die then." Cedric's eyes grew wide; it was obvious he didn't want to die.

Harry looked down at him for a moment and shrugged, "I've never really seen anyone die before."

Gently Voldemort brushed his fingers through his son's hair gently, "Then this shall be a first for you. Avada Kedavra." With a flash of green light Cedric Diggory was dead.

Curious, Harry walked over and looked down at him, "He still looks afraid but peaceful at the same time. It's interesting to say the least." He examined the body before him, "Death is fascinating, I mean, look at him, he's stuck, right at the moment he was struck with the spell. Pain and fear."

He smiled, "You're going to have to go back soon Atani. I'm sorry that we had to meet in a graveyard of all places. It's wonderful to see that Lucius has been taking good care of you. I will see you this summer, take the body back with you, I don't know what you should tell that fool Dumbledore, he is sure to ask questions."

Harry nodded, "I understand." He wrapped his arms tight around his father, "I'll see you this summer?

"Yes, of course you will." He returned his child's hug before letting him go, "Now grab the trophy and take the corpse with you."

The black haired boy nodded and took Cedric's arm before grabbing the trophy. They were whisked back to the maze. Harry thought up a story quickly, tears streamed down his cheeks, although they were tears of joy he made it seem as though he was devastated by seeing Cedric's death. He held the body tight against him, sobbing, putting on a wonderful show. Dumbledore and the other teachers were there, they had been looking for them. Harry looked up at them, tears leaving red tracks down his cheeks. He rubbed his eyes, taking on a decidedly innocent look. Cedric's death didn't bother him in the least; he knew his secret and had to be disposed of before he could reveal that fact to Dumbledore or anyone else.

"He's back." Harry said softly, looking up at the old wizard. The twinkle was gone from the old fool's eyes, "Voldemort is back."