This is my first atempt at a story. All critisism welcome.
How it should have been
Voldemort had been resurected. Brought back from his cursed life using Harry's own blood.
Now, in this dreary graveyard - surrounded by the greatest of the Death Eaters - Harry was forced to duel for his life. It should have been a hopless task by all acounts, when the wands reacted to one another.
He and Harry had been caught in the golden web their wands had created, while the victims of Riddle were emerging from the dark lord's wand.
Harry could only dimly gape when James Potter emerged. He spoke to Harry an an echoing wisper.
"When the connection is broken we will linger for only moments... but we will give you time... you must get to thr Portkey, it will return you to Hogwarts... do you understand, Harry?"
He heared himself say yes. Even then, as he was fighting to keep a hold on his wand, his mind was spining with nonsense thoughts.
What the hell is going on?, he shouted to himself as he agreed to take Cedric's body home. Why are our wands doing this?
He remembered in a flash what Olivander told him. His wand and Voldemort's had cores from the same pheonix. He was seeing now that they couldn't or wouldn't fight one another...so...
"Do it now,"whispered his father's voice, "be ready to run... do it now... "
As he prepared to wrench his wand away, somethind occured to him. If their wands were so powerfull against each other, what could they do when used together?
"Now!" he yeared himself yell dimly.. He was lost anyway, how can I escape with his followers surounding me?. With this epiphany, he could only seize upon his last hope. Would the wands amplify each other?. When the thread between them broke, the song faded, and the cage vanished, he leaped forward.
Passing through the surprised echoes, he reached Voldemort. He closed his hand on the Yew wand, biting back a wince as it seared his flesh.
Over the muted cries of his parents he realized that Voldemort wasn't letting go. He needed to stun him. Want became action as he reaed his injured leg back and kicked upward with all the strength quidditch had given him.
The graveyard was still for a moment, all sound halting, as that snakelike face screwed up in pain. Voldemort gave a strangled whine as his thin form rose a foot from the earth, released his wand, and fell down clutching his privates.
Holding both wands, Harry turned and ran through the dumbstruck Death Eaters. He made it to Cedric's form as Voldemort gave a low whine.
When they began to recover from the shock, he was already dissapearing in a whirl of wind and color.