Last Time on Black and White

"Tonks contact Madam Bones right now, something's gone wrong." Sirius whispered quietly so that the other students wouldn't hear.

Tonks nodded and left to find a fireplace to make the call and Sirius turned to Harry and the others.

"I'll go along with her." Remus said as he joined Tonks going off to the castle.

"The cup was a portkey, it was designed to bring the one who touched it here but it's not. It's been activated, but it sent them somewhere else. Where though? Well, nobody seems to bloody well know."


Book 4 – Chapter 40: The Final Task (Pt. 2)

Harry felt his blood run cold, Andrew had been kidnapped? How? Hadn't they bumped up on all of their security after the discovery of a fucking Death Eater in the school?! He looked at his friends who all seemed to have the same idea and stood up to go confront the Headmaster.

They made their way through the students who all started to realize that something wasn't quite right.

"Oi, where'd they go?"

"They grabbed the cup, right? Who won?!"

"Where are Krum and Potter?!"

The questions got louder and louder and as Harry approached he saw the Minister looking very nervous as he spoke to the Headmaster in whispered desperation.

"- are we going to do about this, Dumbledore?"

"Minister- ah, Harry, what can I do for you?" he asked as the group of friends arrived.

"Sir, where's my brother?"

"Hmm, yes, we are doing everything we can to locate them." The Minister said quickly while dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief.

"So you don't know?"

"Sir, was the cup supposed to drop the winner off here?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, Miss Granger, it was set to portkey the winner to the winner's circle."

"Then, perhaps, the portkey destination was switched." Su said adding her two cents.

"Impossible, the cup has been under the care of faculty since its arrival!" Fudge denied.

"Then maybe someone changed it just before it left and activated it before it was placed in the maze." Hermione shot back.

"Not likely, Miss Granger. If that were the case, the one handling it would have been teleported the moment they touched the cup."

"What if it were activated when the cup was already placed in the maze..." Harry slowly said out loud.

"But who could have... no surely not!" Ron looked scandalised while Hermione's hand rose to cover her face in shock.

"Well? Spit it out already!"

Ignoring the Minister, Harry rounded on Dumbledore. "Andrew had said that Hagrid was acting a bit odd just after he had come out of the maze."

Dumbledore frowned before his eyes widened as well.

"I had just assumed our dear friend was upset about something... but if that weren't the case..."

"Find him now, Dumbledore. He'll be sent to Azkaban for all of this, I'll make sure of it."

"You will do no such thing!" Harry argued, cutting the man off.

"Now you listen to me, boy..."

"No, you listen to me! Two years ago you sent Hagrid to Azkaban for something he had no hand in, and I may not know what the situation is right now, but I'll be damned if I won't stop you from doing something stupid like that again! Let us talk to him and figure out what the hell is going on."

The Minister bristled at the tone Harry used but didn't respond, simply huffed and walked away from the group.

"I believe you have made yourself a rather inconvenient enemy, Mr Potter. 50 points to Gryffindor for always believing in your friends, now then, shall we go find Hagrid?" Dumbledore said as he motioned for Remus and Sirius to join them on their search.

Harry didn't care about Fudge at that moment, his brother has gone missing and he was going to do everything he could to find him.

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"Vhere are we?! Vhat did you do?!"

"If you could shut up for one moment, maybe I could figure that out, hey?" Andrew shot back in annoyance.

He walked around and looked at the surroundings, they seemed to be in some sort of graveyard. A carved figure of a robed entity stood proudly, overlooking the grounds of the cemetery. Andrew noticed what looked to be a large cauldron in the middle of it, and felt a cold chill travel down his spine. He stepped closer and noticed some sort of concoction already in the cauldron, and assumed some sort of ritual had been performed before and the people had simply left it behind. A little ways away Andrew caught sight of a little cottage, he assumed it belonged to the groundskeeper and frowned as he noticed that there were no lights on in it.

"Vhat is dis place?" he heard Krum ask again out loud. "Maybe zis is vhere winner goes?"

"Oh, lovely thought that is; 'Well done not dying and winning the whole thing, here you go; a nice visit to a creepy cemetery, where you would've ended up had things not worked out so well, hardy hardy, har har!'" Andrew commented sarcastically as he stepped closer to the hooded figure; death, and read the name on the base of the statue.

"Here lies Tom Riddle..." his eyes widened as he realized where they were exactly.

"Krum get to the cup, now!"

"Vhat?"

Just then the wood beneath the cauldron burst into flames and a figure appeared from the little cottage. He felt his panic rising and a feeling of deep-seeded fear seeped into his bones.

"Krum get to the fucking cup, now!"

However, the Bulgarian did not comply and in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

"Kill the spare!"

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They had found Hagrid standing in the courtyard, seemingly lost in thought. When they approached him he had greeted them happily, as the jovial lovely giant he had always been and as the lovely giant they had always known him to be.

"Alright, you lot? Oh, 'eadmaster, I was just about to go up and get that cup, lets get this show on the road, yeah? It is rather late though, weird isn't it, felt like the sun was up just a moment ago!"

"Hagrid, the Final Task has already begun. In fact, it has already ended, but alas, something seems to have gone astray." Dumbledore spoke as he regarded the large man.

"Already started? No, tha can't be. I haven't gotten the cup yet."

"Hagrid you took the cup into the maze 3 and a half hours ago." Hermione told him softly.

They noticed his frown and look of utter confusion. "No, no, no... I... I just came from me hut, jus a second ago."

"Hagrid, please accompany me to Madam Pomfrey."

"Professor?"

"My dear friend, I'm afraid someone might have altered your memories."

"Altered me... but... no, when would..."

"Aha, there he is! Aurors arrest that man!"

A new voice rang out and Fudge strode over with five Auror guards in tow. He pointed to Hagrid and the Aurors moved to apprehend him.

"What is this about, Cornelius?!"

"Mister Hagrid, you are under arrest for sabotaging the Tri-Wizard cup and the kidnapping of two students! Take him to the Ministry holding cells this instant!"

"Cornelius, I implore you to see reason! I have reason to believe that Hagrid here has had his mind tampered with!"

"We will figure this out at his trial, Dumbledore. Aurors, as your Minister I order you to capture this man!"

"Sorry, Hagrid." One of the Aurors said as they moved to grab him.

"What is your problem?!" Harry yelled while rounding on Fudge.

"I am the Minister of Magic, Mister Potter, and despite your feelings for this man, your closeness with Dumbledore nor your fame will see me bend a knee to your demands!"

"Right, just like Sirius, hey? You were so sure about him being guilty, look where that's gotten you!"

The Minister bristled at that walked over to the boy, his face red with rage.

"Now, you listen here, boy; you would do well to hold your tongue when speaking of matters you know nothing about!"

"You know what-"

"Harry!" Hermione yelled while pulling him away from the Minister.

"Aurors take this man away."

"Headmaster, do something." Su cried out while turning to the aged wizard.

"I am afraid, Miss Li, I cannot do anything in this situation."

"But I can! Aurors, release that man."

Turning they saw an Aubrey haired woman, marching towards them. Her demeanour and stride was that of a battle-hardened individual. Her uniform was pressed and was impressive to behold, a monocle rested in front of her left eye as she approached the group. A severe look passed over her face as she turned to the Minister.

"Cornelius, what is this about?!"

"Amelia, what do you think you are doing?!"

"Madam Bones, I am pleased to see you here." Dumbledore greeted with a small bow of his head.

"Headmaster, I'm glad I got the call to come here. Especially now, after seeing my Aurors being tasked with an illegal arrest!"

"Illegal?! I am the Minister of Magic! If I say someone is to be arrested then they will bloody well be arrested!"

"All you have to go on is speculation! At best Hagrid will walk away with no strike against his name, at worst he could sue the Ministry for an unlawful arrest and cite that discriminatory action was taken against him!"

The Minister paused at that, his eyes glazing over for a moment as the thought of being accused of arresting Hagrid simply based on his blood status or familial origins were levied against him.

"Of course that isn't the reason!" He defended quickly. "He is our only suspect!"

"Ahem." The two Ministry workers turned to see Dumbledore regarding them with a look reserved for misbehaving children. "Perhaps we should discuss this in the Hospital Wing while Hagrid is being looked over by the school matron, yes?"

The two then noticed the children nearby and nodded to Dumbledore.

"Now then, I request the rest of you go back to the pavilion and stand-by, should Andrew or Mister Krum return, send for me immediately, if you cannot find me in the Hospital Wing, then we would more than likely be in my office. The password is Cotton Candy." with a nod he turned to lead the other adults before he stopped again and turned back to them.

"Harry, if you wouldn't mind joining us, I believe that would be most beneficial."

With a look of confusion, Harry looked to his friends and nodded at them before following the adults back to the castle.

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He could barely breathe. The handle of the scythe the Grim Reaper statue held was pressed against his throat pinning him to it, unable to move. He watched as a man he didn't know began some sort of twisted ritual. Andrew felt his stomach give a churn as the masked figure holding what seemed to be a deformed baby dumped the thing into the cauldron and began reciting some sort of spell.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!" he raised a bone, it looked to be a femur and dropped it in, getting a resounding sizzle in return.

"Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed, you will revive your master." The crazy bastard then raised a blade to his hand swiftly cut his index finger off letting it fall into the cauldron as well, another sizzle met his offering.

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe." He walked over to Andrew, a knife held in his hand, and Andrew stupidly couldn't keep his mouth shut at this moment.

"Are you seriously going to use the same knife you just used to chop off your finger? Really, man, I may just be an ingredient for some sick twisted ritual for you, but at least give me a small amount of dignity."

A growl escaped the man and Andrew soon regretted speaking as the knife plunged into his hand. He let out a scream of pain as the masked individual seemed to revel in his excitement, as quickly as he shoved it in, the knife was yanked out. Andrew let out another scream of pain as the man then turned back to the potion and dripped the blood off into it.

Andrew gritted his teeth as he watched in horror, the cauldron seemed to melt, bending warping until what looked like a molten fetus was suspended in mid-air. As quickly as it arrived the shape changed and soon a man was formed. The moonlight bounced off his snow pale skin as he stood in the clearing, as nude as a newborn babe. He raised a hand and began flexing his hand and fingers, before running both hands over his smooth scalp and face.

"Nott, robe me." he commanded. His voice was soft, almost a whisper, and very raspy as if he hadn't spoken in years. The sound made Andrew shiver once more.

The masked man, now identified as Nott walked over to the nude man and wrapped a robe around his shoulders before dropping to his knee. "My Lord, what an honour it is to assist you in your revival."

My Lord, Andrew's eyes rose in shock and horror once more. His mind finally sorted everything out. After the events of the Quidditch world cup he had done research on Death Eaters and this man was wearing the exact robes mentioned in the text. Then he remembered that Death Eaters served one man.

"Voldemort..." he said in a tight whisper.

"Ah, Andrew George. What a pleasure it is to meet you, again."

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They were sat in Dumbledore's office as the Minister and Madam Bones fought.

"You had absolutely no right, Cornelius!"

"I am the Minister! If I feel something should be done, it is my duty to carry out said action!"

Harry sighed and turned to Dumbledore who honestly looked just as tired as he felt. He was about to bring up looking for his brother when a sharp pain shot through his hand and travelled up to his mind.

"Ah!" he shouted out, causing the arguing adults to stop and Dumbledore to regard him in interest.

"Andrew! Andrew can you hear me?!"

"Harry! Cemetery! Voldemort! Krum!"

"What?! Where are you?!"

"Cemetery!"

"Andrew says they're in a cemetery." Harry relayed quickly.

"What? How do you know that?!" Fudge demanded.

"Cornelius, shut up!" Dumbledore roared. "Where Harry? Can you ask him which cemetery?"

"Where? Which one are you at?"

"I don't know... but Krum, he's dead! Please get Dumbledore and hurry!"

"He says he doesn't know... something's wrong, sir! He sounds panicked. Like really freaked out."

"I'll send a few teams out to search cemeteries in the surrounding area." Madam Bones said with a nod.

"You will do no such thing! We will not organise our forces on the word of a delusional boy!"

"This delusional boy sniffed out a Death Eater under polyjuice potion! I will organise the Aurors, if you get in my way Cornelius, I will make your life a living hell." she said in a low tone.

"This is ridiculous! That's it, I refuse to be a part of this idiocy any longer!" The portly man yelled before grabbing his bowler hat and marching his way of the office.

"I believe he will be a painful thorn in our side from today onward." Dumbledore said with a shake of his head.

"Okay, Madam Bones, the Head Auror said she's going to send people out to some cemeteries and hopefully they'll find you!"

"Hurry! Harry, Krum, he's dead! He's killed him!"

"Krum's dead..." Harry muttered.

"What was that?!" Madam Bones demanded.

"Andrew said that Krum's dead, that he was killed."

Bones and Dumbledore shared a look of shock before Bones moved to the fireplace. "This is going to be a shit show Dumbledore, you know that right?"

"I am well aware, I just hope it is not what we both fear it to be."

They heard Harry gasp and his eyes go wide in shock and fear. Turning to him they saw all the blood leave his face as his hand began to shake a bit.

"Harry? What is it?"

"He's back... Sir, Voldemort's back!"

Bones stumbled and Dumbledore's eyes widened, he turned to the woman and spoke with conviction.

"Little Hangleton! Gather as many forces as you can and get to Little Hangleton immediately, that's where Andrew and Krum's body would be!"

Not even blinking an eye Bones nodded, collected a fistful of floo powder and immediately headed off to collect some Aurors for backup.

Dumbledore turned back to Harry but before he could speak, Harry spoke over him.

"Fawks!" the Headmaster blinked in surprise and blinked two more times when his familiar flamed into the room, obviously at Harry calling him. He felt a smile tugging his lips but squashed the need to comment on this development, he would question the Phoenix once the whole ordeal had been handled.

"Do you know where the cemetery in Little Hangleton is?"

The mythical bird trilled and Harry got the sense that it was confirming.

"Please take us there, take me to my brother!"

Fawks trilled once more and landed on the table, Dumbledore reached out and took the bird by its claw and implored Harry to do the same. The moment Harry touched him he felt engulfed in flames. But they didn't burn, if anything it was warm and soothing. A feeling of comfort flooded through him as Fawks' aura seemed to calm his raging mind.

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"Come now, Andrew! Face me! Do what your father was too pathetic to do!" Voldemort screamed as Andrew huddled behind a gravestone.

He wanted to run, to take a moment to collect his mind after what he had just been told but of course, that would not come to pass.

"Andrew, I find myself losing patience with your cowardice!"

"Fuck you, I'm fourteen!"

If he couldn't win a duel against Krum, there was no way in all the nine hells he would beat Voldemort. His only chance at survival was to wait it out, Dumbledore and Harry should be arriving soon, as well as some Aurors, he just had to keep the megalomaniac busy until then.

"Hmm, I must admit, I do find myself... disappointed, your father at the very least kept me entertained."

Andrew couldn't respond as the gravestone shattered behind him. The gathered forces of the Dark Lord – which had been summoned almost immediately after his rebirth chuckled happily at the boy's misfortune. Rolling to his feet he pulled his wand and didn't know exactly what to do at this moment. He shot off a disarming spell that got batted away easily, he quickly followed that with a binding spell which again got deflected easily.

"You are pathetic, boy. Crucio!"

Pain. Pain unlike any he had experienced in the past shot through his body. He felt as if his nerves were on fire and there was not a single thing he could do to stop it. If given the option, he would happily choose a million beatings from Vernon than to suffer this type of pain again.

Voldemort watched his prey writhe and twitch under the torture curse and a sense of glee filled him as he watched the son of the man who had been organising his downfall scream in agony. Though if he were honest he was disappointed with the boy, at least his father had the good sense to have a plan for something like this. He lifted the spell and watched as Andrew continued to twitch slightly.

"Stand and face your death, boy." He felt his reserves had been lowered quite a bit, there was little chance he could handle more of this, especially so soon after his rebirth, he would finish this quickly and retreat, regroup with his Death Eaters and regain his strength.

Andrew felt his limbs fight against the movement to stand, he powered through it though. He turned to face the gathered masked individuals and sneered at them all. His eyes clocked Malfoy Senior and he didn't even attempt to stop what he was about to say.

"You think I'm scared of dying, you flat-faced, no nosed, long-limbed bottle of cow cum? Every time someone's tried to kill me, they've failed. So, I'll say this to you right now; you and your little band of fuck-wits- should I survive this, should you miss, or make a mistake and I come back, I swear on my life, I will dance when Harry and I snuff your life out like a cheap candle. And to the rest of you! I don't know who all of you are, but you can guarantee when I find out, I'll crush you all out of existence!"

Voldemort couldn't help it, he laughed, long and hard, his Death Eaters followed his example and laughed out loud at the boy's declaration.

"Oh, there's that fighting spirit! Unfortunately for you, it came too little too late."

A sudden flash of brilliant red flames caused everyone to cover their eyes. In an instant, spells were flying everywhere two of Voldemort's men went down in the confusion before they saw who had attacked them; Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore.

"I wish I could say that it was good to see you again, Tom." the Headmaster spoke, levelling a glare at the Dark Lord.

"Ah, Dumbledore, of course, you would show up now, you always did have horrible timing, and I see you've brought Potter along with you. I was just about to get rid of the fake, right here."

"The Aurors are on their way, Tom. Surrender now, and face your punishment!"

Voldemort laughed again, though it held no humour. "Such a shame. I suppose, young Potter, we will have to conclude this epic battle another day. Andrew, I will certainly be seeing you again. Soon."

With no other words Voldemort popped away, leaving his two unconscious minions behind, he was soon followed by his cohorts who all seemed rather upset at not getting the chance at Harry and Dumbledore.

"Andrew!" Harry ran for his brother who swayed on his feet, his body still weak against the Unforgivable used against it. Harry managed to get to him before his legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground unceremoniously.

Dumbledore walked over to the two unconscious men and cast a quick Incarcerous to bind them so they couldn't escape. A series of pops sounded and soon the entire field was covered by Aurors rushing around the scene.

"Dumbledore!"

"Madam Bones, I thank you for your speedy arrival, but I am afraid, it was too late."

The Auburn haired woman cursed loudly. "Shaklebolt!"

"Ma'am!"

"Go back to the Ministry and get an Unspeakable out here! We're going to figure out just what the hell is in that cauldron! Dawlish! Get some Medics here ASAP, I want Potter taken Saint Mungos immediately, and let's get Krum's body taken there as well so his family can prepare the funeral arrangements!"

"If I may, Amelia, I think it best if Andrew come to Hogwarts, I am certain Madam Pomfrey would be able to give him the assistance he needs." He raised his hand to stop the Head Auror from denying his proposition. "If you feel it necessary, we can get a second opinion from a Healer within Saint Mungos."

She narrowed her eyes at the man and stepped closer to him.

"Why the secrecy?"

"It is no secret that Viktor Krum and Andrew Potter were less than friendly, what do you think people will assume if you bring both of them in, one of whom has died? You know as well as I do that poor boy will face nothing but accusation, especially after the entirety of the three schools saw them attack one another in the maze before their disappearance."

"They're going to think that anyway."

"So you would condemn him to the Bulgarian authorities, or perhaps allow the rumours to grow so large, even when he is proven innocent, have people accuse him of murder? Amelia, I do not say this lightly, Andrew Potter has had the hardest year of his life so far, allowing him to have this... slander attached to his name... well, I can say that many have turned to the Dark Arts for less."

"So you're telling me, he might just snap?"

"If you were seen as nothing but what you were accused of, and no matter how much you tried to prove differently, people only saw you as such; then what would stop you from proving those people right?"

Amelia gave Dumbledore a look of complete exasperation before shaking her head.

"Can you get him back to the school safely?"

Dumbledore nodded as he looked up at Fawks who circled above them trilling a soothing song.

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He sat up gasping desperately and looked around for Voldemort. Andrew's brain finally started calming down when he realised that he was no longer in the graveyard, instead he found himself in a bed- but not the typically sterilized beds found in the Hospital Wing, nor the earthy-toned quilts belonging to Matilda.

"I see you're awake."

Snapping to the voice Andrew's eyes found an outline of what looked like a human standing in shadows.

"W-Who are you? Where am I? Where's Harry?"

The humanoid was silent, seemingly staring at Andrew for a moment, before they stepped forward, and the young boy found himself breathless once more. The man was of average height, average build but what drew Andrew's attention was the man's face and hair, his face and hair.

"Who... Who are you?" Andrew asked, fearing the man's response.

"... Hello son."