A/N: Chapters 1-6 are not mine. Nothing will be changed in these chapters, and please review even though you reviewed in the other one.
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'Please don't work. Let that thing drown!' thought Harry as the, whatever it was in the cauldron changed colors. Soon the cauldron disintegrated, forming a black mass of mist in the air. Soon a figure was standing there in black robes.
Lord Voldemort had returned.
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Cedric watched Harry disappear in a manner that meant a portkey. 'So the cup is a portkey, must lead outside the maze.' Cedric thought to himself. He didn't relish the idea of walking out, so he just sent a mixture of both green and red sparks in the air and waited for the teachers.
It wasn't more than fifteen minutes when Moody and Dumbledore came through. Moody's eye looked around, and he apparently saw something. Professor Dumbledore just looked at Cedric carefully with that twinkle in his eye. Cedric knew what he looked like. He was covered in mud and dust; he usual neatly combed hair was messy after his little duel with Krum. As for Professor Moody and Headmaster Dumbledore, they just looked like they went through a walk in the fields. He had no clue how. "There's an aura of a portkey Albus." Moody said gruffly.
Dumbledore looked at Moody quickly, his head wrinkled in thought. Cedric thought this would be a good time to explain. "Sirs, Harry grabbed the cup, and I think it took him to the beginning of the maze. How is everyone coping?" To say that Dumbledore looked shocked was one of the largest understatements made in the history of the world, both muggle and magical. Moody just shook his head and muttered something on constant vigilance. Professor Dumbledore took out his wand and quickly waved it a couple of times, muttering something. "He never went back to the castle." Was all that was said.
Cedric couldn't believe it! He had Harry touch a portkey that led somewhere! But where did it go? He remembered in his Arithmancy class that whenever a spell is cast, there is a residual aura for a few hours. Especially Apparation and portkeys. "Sirs, couldn't you just follow the aura to where it went?" Moody just looked at him. "No, whoever turned the cup into the portkey charmed it so that we couldn't You know no more than I."
Cedric sat on the ground, Harry was out there in the world somewhere. And they couldn't follow him. What could they do?
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Hours later
Cedric was sitting outside of the maze blaming himself for Harry disappearing. The whole castle was feeling the depression. His Dad was standing behind him trying to convince him it wasn't his fault while Cho had a distant look in her eyes. Contrary to popular belief, she and Cedric were not dating. They were actually childhood friends who went to the Ball and recall old times. Cho had a crush on Harry, and Cedric had a suspicion that Harry was also falling for her.
While he blamed himself for Harry disappearing, she blamed herself for not letting Harry knew how she felt. She wanted so much to go to the ball with him. She wanted so much to comfort him, play Quidditch with him, be a pillar of strength for him. Cedric would've understood if she told him Harry asked her out. Cedric actually challenged her several times to ask her out. But she was a coward. She couldn't face her feelings. The entire time they danced, Cedric urged her to find Harry and ask him to dance. She refused.
The two of them were driven out of their thoughts by a loud crack in the air. Actually, it wasn't much of a crack, more of a resounding boom. They, along with everyone else, ran to the source, and found Harry clutching the Cup. But there was something different. It didn't take long to find out what it was.
Harry was covered in cuts and scratches. A particular nasty cut went up his left arm, and it looked deep. His sweat-covered head was covered in dirt, and was that some form of rubble? His eyes bore a strange sadness, one that was filled with fear. Sadness and fear were so evident in his eyes. But his clothes were the worst. They were tarnished, ripped in several places, and in some areas had scorch marks all over it. He held onto the cup with icy cold hands, his knuckles were white. He looked as if he had seen death in they eye and refused to back down.
"He's back! Voldemort is back!" He called. Cedric felt the blood drain his face. You-Know-Who was back! Could it be true! It had to be. Harry disappeared under unusual circumstances. Suddenly it was so clear. 'On of, of, HIS followers put Harry's name in the cup and ensured that he would win!' He remembered what Harry said about Krum. He was bewitched. Imperious perhaps? Krum attacked both him and Fleur, but if he was under the Imperious curse, he would have no choice but to let Harry win. 'Holy Merlin, Harry was the target from the Beginning!'
With this thought he wanted to know everything that happened. Dumbledore and Moody were trying to console him. Moody picked him up and took him to the castle. A few seconds later Dumbledore looked as if something just occurred. He went and spoke with Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, and they followed Moody. Cedric looked at Cho, and she gave him a nod. They followed Dumbledore.
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What they saw they couldn't believe. Moody turned out to be Barty Crouch Jr. and was impersonating the real Moody. A Death Eater had been impersonating him all year. Dumbledore saw them after they stunned "Moody" and invited Cedric and Cho in. Snape had just given him Veritaserum. Now they were going to get some answers that had accumulated throughout the year. So of course Dumbledore would interrogate him.
"Do you know who I am?" "Yes. Albus Dumbledore." "What has happened?" And so Barty went on to explain the Dark Lord's plan. How Bertha Jorkins had disappeared through kidnapping. How she was given a strong memory Charm, and in great detail; the plan to capture Harry.
After the interview, it was Harry's turn to describe the events. He told of how he ended up in a Graveyard.
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FLASHBACK
Harry watched as Voldemort explained what happened the night He supposedly lost his powers. How his mother provided a protection of Love that prevented Voldemort from even touching him. But through the Ritual that he invented, he recovered his old body and could now touch Harry. Harry felt excruciating pain in his scar when Voldemort put a finger on his forehead. But Voldemort appeared to feel nothing. He seemed to enjoy Harry's pain.
Voldemort released Harry and gave him back his wand. "Now we will duel, you and I. Come on Harry, surely the Muggle loving fool has taught you how to duel." He mockingly stated. "First we bow, like so." Harry refused to bow. "I said BOW!" And as he said the last bow, he struck forth his wand and Harry felt a hand force him to bow. Yet Harry wouldn't give Voldemort the pleasure. He kept his face looking at Voldemort. At those sneering red eyes, that nose that resembled a snake, his hideous countenance. Harry would not die giving into what Voldemort forced him to do. And Voldemort seemed to know this.
"Bravery Harry. Very commendable. Not many people could look me in the eye for more than 2 seconds. And now," he raised his wand and Harry had full control of his body, "we duel! CRUCIO!" Harry felt pain unimaginable. A thousand hot knives prying themselves into his body, thumb tacks digging into his hands. But just as suddenly as the pain started, it ended. "A breather Harry. I'm impressed that you didn't scream. You surely are stronger than you look. I'll be happy to give you a better chance. Simply to show that even if I give you an advantage, you will still lose. And when they talk of you, all everyone will say is how you begged for death. And I, being a merciful lord, obliged." He said the last word with a nasty smirk, and his voice was laced with both glee and hate. Harry wondered how he could accomplish both hate and glee in his voice.
Harry shakily got to his feet, and through a gut instinct jumped to the left, avoiding another cruciatus curse. He sent the first spell he thought of as he jumped. "EXPELLIARMUS!" He shouted this at the same time Voldemort sent an Avada Kedavra curse. Harry thought the killing curse would go right through his and hit him, except that when they collided; a golden beam connected their wands.
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At this point, Cedric saw Harry choke up, he had a hard time saying what happened during this moment. Dumbledore and a black dog, that none of them noticed come in, was right next to him. Harry was talking in a small whisper. But Cedric thought he heard him say something about his parents. "Prior Incatatum." Dumbledore mumbled.
Cho looked at Harry, then to Cedric. "This is a night to remember, Cedric." She whispered with a hint of fear.
'Sot it was. So it was.'