Harry recognized portkey travel as soon as it began, he had taken enough of them being a student of Durmstrang. That the cup was a portkey out of the maze made sense, but when they landed, Harry quickly realised they were no longer at Hogwarts. Looking around, Harry saw tombs and gravestones. This was definitely not Hogwarts. Henry started to straighten up, but Harry quickly pulled him down.

"Quiet." Harry hissed in his ear. He quickly scurried around to behind a large gravestone. "Listen Henry: we are not at Ho-" Suddenly a voice could be heard, so Harry stopped speaking.

"He isn't here master." Henry straightened and whispered a word with so much hate it shocked Harry.

"Pettigrew!" Well shit, they were taken here by Death Eaters, bullocks.

"He is. And, there is another with him. I saw two come with the key. Kill the spare." Now that voice made Harry's skin crawl. It reeked of evil and terror, high pitched, soft, and yet carrying a hint of finality. They heard scurrying. And, then Harry turned and saw the man and heard two words.

"Avada Kedavra" Harry knew no shield could block it so he moved slightly just enough that it missed his head and hit the tombstone. Thinking quickly, Harry fell back and pretended to be dead. Henry let out a scream and then Harry heard the man grab and pull Henry away.

After about thirty seconds he opened his eyes and did a quick scan around without moving his body. He couldn't see anything so he slowly moved his head, still nothing. He slowly sat up and still nothing. Grabbing his wand he crawled around making sure to stay hidden by the tombstones. He passed the cup and slowly worked his way toward where he thought the evil voice came from.

He could hear the first voice, Pettigrew's. Peeking around a tombstone Harry saw it. A giant cauldron with steam or other vapours rising, a fat, short man who must be Pettigrew, and Henry tied to a large tombstone. Suddenly Pettigrew grabbed some baby looking thing and dump it into the pot. Then he threw in a bone, cut his own hand off into it, and finally some blood from Henry. It must be some sort of ritual, but far from any Harry had read about so far. The cauldron seemed to bubble to the extreme and slowly the liquid grew and grouped to start looking like a man. Harry had to control himself not to gag, or throw up. This was not just dark, but evil magic. Harry knew some dark magic, but it was not evil, this- this was a ritual that could destroy someone's soul. The mass solidified until it looked like a disgustingly corrupted man, who had no nose or hair, but rather looked to be almost like a snake. The man walked to Pettigrew and pushed on the man's good arm. Suddenly a giant green skull appeared in the sky overhead.

Dear Merlin! It was Voldemort. That was the only thought that Harry experienced. Then he saw the snake-thing, Voldemort move to Henry. He freed Henry who fell to the ground and began talking softly to the boy. Harry was too far to make out the words, but he had an idea; he concentrated and cast a simple floating charm on a rock near Henry. Henry was one his knees looking to the ground. He slowly moved the rock on the ground carefully trying to write HB OK B RDY. Henry looked up and around, so Harry hoped it worked, but then he heard the distinct sound of apparition and saw several men in black robes with skull masks. Merlin wasn't getting better and better.

Voldemort seemed to speak to the group then conjured Pettigrew a silver hand. He cursed one of the Death Eaters which seemed to go on and on. The screams of pain from the man were frightening and Harry had to control his fear from turning into full blown panic. Then the weirdest thing happened. Voldemort walked to Henry, returned his wand and then took a duelling stance facing Henry. What was going on? Henry bowed, as did Voldemort and then it began.

Henry ducked and dived behind a grave and Voldemort started yelling out taunts. Henry was working away from Harry so he had to move over to him slowly without being seen. As he was doing this Henry began to engage with Voldemort, and was doing well, or as well as a 14 year old could against a dark lord. Then something weird began. Henry's and Voldemort's spells collided and some silvery white band of magic connected their wands. Harry had no idea what was going on, nor did it appear did Henry, Voldemort, or the Death Eaters. Harry lightly saw shimmering lights come out from the end of Voldemort's wand, but he could not make out what they were. This continued for a minute or so. Then Harry saw Henry look around and see Harry. Harry nodded and then Henry stopped whatever was going on between the wands. Harry instantly jumped up.

"Melenchalad." One word and the force of lightning erupted from Harry's wand. It almost got Voldemort, but the Dark Lord was too quick and soon had a shield up. Harry's spell was strong, and dangerous, enough that Voldemort needed to keep his concentration on the shield. The Death Eaters became scared and seemed to try to hide. Harry was unsure why, perhaps they thought him an auror? Meanwhile, Henry dashed to the large tombstone Harry had been hiding behind.

"About time you got here you idiot, what were you thinking duelling him? And, what spell did you use to create that line?" Harry quickly spoke while maintaining his spell. It took lots of energy and he had started to sweat.

"Your, your Harry!"

"Of course I a-"

"No you're my Harry! Harry Pot-" The shock of hearing him say that caused Harry to lose concentration and the spell ended with a clap of thunder. Harry instantly hid behind the tombstone.

"What, How?" Taking a breath, Harry wanted to start questioning him, but no, first they needed to escape, they both could hear Voldemort yelling for Death Eaters to search for us. "Nevermind we need to leave."

"The cup, she said it would take us back we just need to get it." She? Who was Henry talking about? But, it didn't matter if the cup was close. Henry instantly yelled, "Accio Cup," And it soared over. Harry instantly grabbed onto Henry and soon the feeling of instant travel was upon the two.

The dark, terror filled graveyard soon changed to a confused, clustered Hogwarts. They were both on some kind of stage. Harry was starting to feel extremely depleted from the Melenchalad and was trying to stay conscious. Several people began to swarm around the two, most notably the two families. Dorea quickly grabbed Harry and helped him to sit up, Daphne appeared by his side as well. Looking around Harry saw the Potters and Sirius attending to Henry, several aurors, a man in a suit with a bowler hat, and the headmasters of the three schools. The Highmaster quickly moved to look into Harry's eyes; the man's concern was evident.

"A…" Harry tried to open his mouth to talk, but he found himself too tired even for that. The Highmaster seemed to understand and the look on his face changed slightly. Harry felt the traces of someone moving past his occlumency shields, but didn't bother trying to stop it. He doubted he even could. Merlin's beard, how long had he held the spell to leave him so exhausted?

"You held it for a minute and half." Harry's eyes shot up to the Highmaster. A whole ninety seconds? Wow, the longest he had held it before was 42. "You did well. You will be taken to- '' The Highmaster had sat up and looked to Dumbledore as he had spoken to Harry. Dumbledore was currently speaking with the bowler hat man, James, Sirius, Lily, and a lady knew he had met before, but he could not place at the moment. "Albus I suggest that Harry and Potter- where is Potter?" At the Highmaster's question Dumbledore and the Potters whipped around. They all stared at where Henry had been, not a moment before, but was now empty. Lily screamed and James pulled his wand, but Dumbledore looked around quickly, then turned towards the castle.

"Severus, Minerva with me please." The mentioned professors quickly moved to follow the headmaster, with Lily, James, Sirius, and the Highmaster quickly following them. Harry quickly moved to stand, something his body was not quite ready for. Both Daphne and his aunt tried to stop him.

"Harry!"

"Harold Black, you stay still young man you are in no position to-" Harry's mouth felt like it weighed as much as a hippogriff, but he was able to muster the strength to address the two.

"Henry, Death Eater." He wasn't sure if the two understood him, but he thinks his tone and face showed his determination, as they both stood and helped him follow after the group to the castle. They eventually managed to catch up a bit, following from a couple paces back. Dumbledore did not speak once, but instead moved with a sense of purpose and strength that you could truly see as the man who defeated Grindelwald. Soon they made it to an office on the third floor. Dumbledore didn't even hesitate for a moment, but rather opened the door and instantly disarmed, stunned, and bound the occupant. It was brilliant, no words were cast as well as no wand movements, Dumbledore simply pointed and it occurred. Moving into the room Harry soon saw that it was Mad-Eye Moody incapacitated on the floor, with Henry in a chair who instantly started talking.

"Sir! He's, he's Barty Crouch!" Everyone looked at Henry like he was crazy, Lily and James both moved towards the boy.

"Honey, that's-"

"No, not the judge, his son! He explained it all; he's impersonating Moody with polyjuice potion. The real Moody's in the trunk!" Professor Snape moved to said trunk and released it, looking inside as he looked to Dumbledore and nodded. "See, he was the one that entered me into the tournament!"

"Minerva if you would be so kind as to get Amelia and Cornelius and tell them we have an escaped Azkaban prisoner that I am sure they would wish to speak with. James, Sirius I need you to go to my office and contact those that we can trust. The old group." James looked to Lily and Henry, but Lily smiled.

"Go James, I got him." James nodded the two left.

"Severus. I am afraid I will need to-" Whatever Dumbledore was saying Harry blocked out as he was watching Henry and Lily. When James had left Harry thought he had heard Henry say his name. He and Lily were holding a quiet conversation, one that seemed heated. Suddenly Lily's head snapped to Harry and she gaped at him.

"I want to go to the boat, now Aunty." His voice was quiet and took the last of his little energy. Aunt Dorea looked at Harry, then over at Lily, and then nodded and quickly took him from the room. The Highmaster was so busy talking to Dumbledore that the two didn't notice his exit. Daphne was with him the entire time, looking confused. They quickly made their way out of the castle due to Daphne's knowledge of shortcuts. By the time they were near the ship Harry was almost falling asleep. Daphne and Dorea were practically carrying him, which was made easier once Dorea had cast a levitation charm on him. As they neared the boat Harry's final words for the day were a simple, "They know."