AN: - So, this is chapter 2. How are y'all liking it? Please drop a review after each chapter. Would love to know.
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4thPeverell Out.
Also, fair warning Fudge is a bit OOC and Voldemort would become OOC towards the ending of this fic.
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Part 2: Escape and caught
A jet of green light issued from Voldemort's wand just as a jet of red light blasted from Harry's - they met in midair - and suddenly Harry's wand was vibrating as though an electric charge were surging through it; his hand seized up around it; he couldn't have released it if he'd wanted to - and a narrow beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor green, but bright, deep gold. Harry, following the beam with his astonished gaze, saw that Voldemort's long white fingers too were gripping a wand that was shaking and vibrating.
And then - nothing could have prepared Harry for this - he felt his feet lift from the ground. He and Voldemort were both being raised into the air, their wands still connected by that thread of shimmering golden light. They glided away from the tombstone of Voldemort's father and then came to rest on a patch of ground that was clear and free of graves...The Death Eaters were shouting; they were asking Voldemort for instructions; they were closing in, reforming the circle around Harry and Voldemort, the snake slithering at their heels, some of them drawing their wands -
The golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered; though the wands remained connected, a thousand more beams arced high over Harry and Voldemort, crisscrossing all around them, until they were enclosed in a golden, dome-shaped web, a cage of light, beyond which the Death Eaters circled like jackals, their cries strangely muffled now...
"Do nothing!" Voldemort shrieked to the Death Eaters, and Harry saw his red eyes wide with astonishment at what was happening, saw him fighting to break the thread of light still connecting his wand with Harry's; Harry held onto his wand more tightly, with both hands, and the golden thread remained unbroken. "Do nothing, he is mine to finish!" Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters.
And then an unearthly and beautiful sound filled the air...It was coming from every thread of the light-spun web vibrating around Harry and Voldemort. It was a sound Harry recognized, though he had heard it only once before in his life: phoenix song.
It was the sound of hope to Harry...the most beautiful and welcome thing he had ever heard in his life...He felt as though the song was inside him instead of just around him...It was the sound he connected with Dumbledore, and it was almost as though a friend was speaking in his ear...
Don't break the connection.
I know. Harry told the music, I know I mustn't...but no sooner had he thought it, then the thing became much harder to do. His wand began to vibrate more powerfully than ever...and now the beam between him and Voldemort changed too...it was as though large beads of light were sliding up and down the thread connecting the wands - Harry felt his wand give a shudder under his hand as the light beads began to slide slowly and steadily his way...The direction of the beams movement was now toward him, from Voldemort, and he felt his wand shudder angrily...
As the closest bead of light moved nearer to Harry's wand tip, the wood beneath his fingers grew so hot he feared it would burst into flame. The closer that bead moved, the harder Harry's wand vibrated; he was sure his wand would not survive contact with it; it felt as though it was about to shatter under his fingers -
He concentrated every last particle of his mind upon forcing the bead back toward Voldemort, his ears full of phoenix song, his eyes furious, fixed...and slowly, very slowly, the beads quivered to a halt, and then, just as slowly, they began to move the other way...and it was Voldemort's wand that was vibrating extra-hard now...Voldemort who looked astonished, and almost fearful...
One of the beads of light was quivering, inches from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry didn't understand why he was doing it, didn't know what it might achieve...but he now concentrated as he had never done in his life on forcing that bead of light right back into Voldemort's wand...and slowly...very slowly...it moved along the golden thread...it trembled for a moment...and then it connected...
At once, Voldemort's wand began to emit echoing screams of pain...then - Voldemort's red eyes widened with shock - a dense, smoky hand flew out of the tip of it and vanished...the ghost of the hand he had made Wormtail...more shouts of pain...and then something much larger began to blossom from Voldemort's wand tip, a great, grayish something, that looked as though it were made of the solidest, densest smoke...It was a head...now a chest and arms...the torso of a man who looked like a Potter. Harry guessed that it was most likely his grandfather as the wizard looked just like what he would be in his adulthood and a lot fuller with a thick beard and moustache with square glasses fixed upon his face. It could be one of his uncles but not that it mattered right now.
"Hold on. Harry," it said.
Its voice was distant and echoing. Harry looked at Voldemort...his wide red eyes were still shocked...he had no more expected this than Harry had...and, very dimly. Harry heard the frightened yells of the Death Eaters, prowling around the edges of the golden dome.
More screams of pain from the wand...and then something else emerged from its tip...the dense shadow of a second head, quickly followed by arms and torso...an old man Harry had seen only in a dream was now pushing himself out of the end of the wand just as the other man, no, Potter, had done...and his ghost, or his shadow, or whatever it was, fell next to the older Potter's and surveyed Harry and Voldemort, and the golden web, and the connected wands, with mild surprise, leaning on his walking stick...
"He was a real wizard, then?" the old man said, his eyes on Voldemort. "Killed me, that one did...You fight him, boy..."
But already, yet another head was emerging...and this head, gray as a smoky statue, was a woman's...Harry, both arms shaking now as he fought to keep his wand still, saw her drop to the ground and straighten up like the others, staring...
The shadow of Bertha Jorkins surveyed the battle before her with wide eyes.
"Don't let go, now!" she cried, and her voice echoed like what he presumed to be his grandfather as though from very far away. "Don't let him get you, Harry - don't let go!"
She and the other two shadowy figures began to pace around the inner walls of the golden web, while the Death Eaters flitted around the outside of it...and Voldemort's dead victims whispered as they circled the duelers, whispered words of encouragement to Harry, and hissed words Harry couldn't hear to Voldemort.
And now another head was emerging from the tip of Voldemort's wand...and Harry knew when he saw it who it would be...he knew, as though he had expected it from the moment when Cedric had appeared from the wand...knew, because the man appearing was the one he'd thought of more than any other tonight...
The smoky shadow of a tall man with untidy hair fell to the ground as Bertha had done, straightened up, and looked at him...and Harry, his arms shaking madly now, looked back into the ghostly face of his father.
"Your mother's coming..." he said quietly. "She wants to see you...it will be alright...hold on..."
And she came...first her head, then her body...a young woman with long hair, the smoky, shadowy form of Lily Potter blossomed from the end of Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground, and straightened like her husband. She walked close to Harry, looking down at him, and she spoke in the same distant, echoing voice as the others, but quietly, so that Voldemort, his face now livid with fear as his victims prowled around him, could not hear...
"Harry dear, we are so proud of you. So proud of what you have become. Remember, even if we are not around, we still love you." His Mother began.
"Son, I am bloody proud of you. I just regret not being able to spend more time with you. But now, let's focus on the task at hand. You must break the connection to Tom's wand when we say so, got that? When you do that, we can blind Tom and give you some time, but it is only a few seconds." paused James to let Harry understand. Then he continued, "You have to summon the cup and get the Diggory boy and your asses out of here, do you understand?" his dad asked.
Harry nodded his head rapidly.
"BREAK IT NOW!" His parents chorused.
Harry broke the connection and quickly ran towards Cedric. He grabbed him around the torso and his wand and yelled "ACCIO TRIWIZARD CUP!" Voldemort heard that so he cast a few killing curses to what he thought was Harry's direction. After the mist faded, he just saw Harry go away with the Portkey and cursed. But the Ouroboros sign is following him. Wherever he meets with Voldemort.
It is watching. But meanwhile, it has faded away.
Back at the entrance of the maze, Harry, and Cedric both landed. Everyone cheered but some screamed once they saw Cedric lying on the ground.
Motionless
They thought he was dead. Dumbledore rushed over to them and was questioning Harry. "Harry, are you alright? Is everything ok?" he asked. "Yes sir." the young wizard replied. "What happened to Mr. Diggory?"asked Dumbledore.
"He is knocked unconscious. I have more to tell you sir, but I might have to tell you later as this is too much of a public area." confessed Harry. "That is fine by me Harry, we can adjourn to my office later." the wisened headmaster reassures.
Then Cedric's dad rushed over. "CEDRIC! MY BOY! he yelled out of worry. His attention then focused on the green-eyed wizard standing beside him and he began his rant. " Potter! What did you do to him? TE- " ranted Amos.
"That is ENOUGH Amos." Dumbledore stopped him mid-rant. He continued, " Harry here has already confided in me that your son has been knocked unconscious."
"That's all?"asked the father, worried for his son.
Albus turned to Harry for confirmation
He nodded
Amos sighed in relief. His son would be alright. He danced internally. Moody rushed over with his wand out. "Albus, I will take Potter with me to the Hospital Wing. Diggory too while I am at it"
Albus narrowed his eyes suspiciously but said nothing. His long term friend never did anything like this. He rather always checked people to see if they were who they claimed to be.
He truly felt suspicious at 'Alastor'
"Alright Alastor" he said after a few moments of contemplation.
"Come on Potter, Up…up…that's the boy. Let me levitate Diggory too. Give me a second..." So, he levitated Diggory as well and took both of them to his office. He quickly rushed in, locked the door, put quieting charms on the door, softly levitated Cedric onto a chair, pushed Potter in a chair.
A bit roughly, if it were to be said.
He then started rummaging through his cabinets for something Harry had no idea about. All the time his back turned to him and asked
"How did you like that Potter? The duel? A taste of the dark lord's power?" asked Moody. "How did you feel? When you knew death was about to come?" asked the old wizard. "Wait, how do you-?" questioned Harry, but, he was cut off mid sentence.
"Never mind how I know boy; All I am here to say is you escaped his hands yet again. But I am here to finish what he was about to do…." he then raised his wand menacingly and began to utter the two infamous words. The two words that have killed millions.
"AVADA-
"EXPELLIARMUS!" an angered baritone voice called out.
Moody's wand was snatched out of his hand and cluttered onto the floor. While that happened, each occupant in the room had ringing ears because Albus Dumbledore arrived with Professors McGonagall and Severus Snape.
"Severus, now" ordered Dumbledore.
At the order Snape pours half the flask of Veritaserum into Moody's throat and Albus grabbed Moody by his collar and roughly started interrogating him
"Who are you? Tell me."
Moody was resisting
"I said, TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!" nobody ever saw the calm, little goofy and aloof headmaster, so.. furious... They now saw why Voldemort feared him. They saw why he was called the greatest wizard of his age. Magic was rolling off from his person in waves. And if one heard correctly, his voice was starting to sound a bit...alien-like. A bit robotic when he yelled. But it was too faint for ANYONE to catch it.
He managed to gasp out "Barty…Crouch…Junior.."
"HOW DID YOU ESCAPE AZKABAN?"
"When my mother died..My father replaced her and my body with Polyjuice..I used Polyjuice to resemble her while she was dead in the cell..later she was found out and I was presumed dead…"
"DO YOU KNOW ANYONE IN AZKABAN WHO HAS BEEN FRAMED FALSELY?" He feared the answer.
"Yes….Ohh Yes….Sirius Black"
All of them in the room were shocked.
"What do you know about him? Was he ever in the Death Eaters?" asked Dumbledore, fearing the answer.
"All I know about him is that he never was a Death Eater" rattled away Bartemius.
"Severus, give him more" he instructed.
Snape gave that.
"WHERE IS ALASTOR MOODY?" thundered Dumbledore. "In that trunk behind the Potion cabinet." gasped out the impostor.
And then he collapsed. He fainted.
Albus and Snape rushed over to the trunk.
They opened one,it had another one,they opened it again, another one,opened that,another trunk. This went on for a minute until the last trunk opened.
They all peered into the trunk. Albus was the one to speak "ALASTOR, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" his voice echoed. Reality settled in on how many chests were there.
"I am sorry Albus…"
"Don't worry,we will get you out" reassured Dumbledore. "Minerva,take Mr.Potter and Diggory to the Hospital Wing, they need to be treated with medical assistance." ordered Dumbledore.
"Sure Albus." replied Minerva and she hurried off.
He then turned to Snape and said "Severus,write a letter to Azkaban,we have a lost item we need to return."
Dumbledore then bound Barty to the chair and helped Moody out of the trunk.
In the Hospital Wing while Harry was being treated, he heard a rush of footsteps and heard some familiar voices. Very familiar voices
"OUCH! RON! Why did you push me?" came a teenaged voice. Presumably a female.
"I didn't mean it Hermione,I did it on accident" said the now named voice Ron.
"Ok, but don't do it again," said the now named voice Hermione.
"Hermione, any idea in which bed Harry is in?" questioned Ron, having no honest clue.
"Start looking." instructed Hermione, in an eager attempt to find their friend. As they were searching for him, a very familiar voice called out to them.
"HERE!"
They instantly knew that it was Harry and they rushed to his bed
"Harry! Are you alright mate? Did ya win?" eagerly asked Ron.
"RON! He is obviously NOT OK! And you care about him WINNING THE TOURNAMENT more than HIS WELL BEING?" screeched Hermione. Quite furious about the fact that their redhead friend gave such importance to the tournament.
"Sheesh,sorry Hermione. I was just curious...No need to imitate a banshee" squeaked out Ron while scratching his neck in embarrassment.
Harry laughed at that.
Hermione then turned her focus at him and began.
"Harry,be completely honest with me. Did the task go well? Did you get any major injuries?" What happened?"
"Yes, No and Voldemort happened" said Harry darkly.
Hermione was perplexed at his answer but nevertheless said,
"But Harry,you had no idea how worried we were about you...wait...WHAT DO YOU MEAN by 'Voldemort happened'? What EXACTLY HAPPENED Harry? Tell me. Do not lie, I would know.I have known you for 3 years now. C'mon, don't lie."
Just as Hermione said that, a familiar long white bearded wizard bounded into the hospital wing with a shaggy black mutt in tow and a short and fat man with a bowler's hat.
AN:- And that's Chapter 2. Pls review