Unspoken
by Teddylonglong

Please refer to chapter 1 for my disclaimer and warnings. Thank you.

Connie felt extremely excited. Under Lorenzo's tutelage, she had spent the last nine years studying certain constellations of the planets and knew that very soon, it should be possible for her to tap into Harry's magic. Of course, that would not make her a witch, as the planets would only remain in that constellation for a few months. It was less than a year, so that she could not even join Harry to study at Hogwarts; however, if she got it to work, she would hopefully be able to cast some of the spells, which she had studied in extenso during the last couple of years. Provided that it worked, she intended to take her OWLs at least in the core subjects by the end of the summer.

She had only told the members of team 13 about it, choosing a time, at which Harry had not been present, as she did not want him to get his hopes up. 'He'd only drive me nuts trying to somehow help, which he can't, apart from letting me tap into his magic of course. He probably won't even notice it anyway. I'm going to surprise him,' she thought in excitement, still unaware of the things she would be able to do for Britain's magical world.

HP

The third task was a maze. Harry assumed that it had been the reason why Dumbledore and the busybodies from the ministry had wanted to cancel the Quidditch tournament, which Slytherin had won once more on the previous Saturday.

Harry did not feel worried. Due to his training with Devil and several other Unspeakables, he was well prepared, and he and the other three champions had taken another dose of the enhanced elixir a few days prior to the event.

In fact, he found that it was quite funny to fight the creatures within the maze, as he was able to conquer each of them quickly by a simple time slide act in combination with spells and charms that Devil had taught him for that purpose. He could even assist the other champions and made sure that they all came through the task unscratched and reached the Triwizard cup together.

Cedric looked at Harry. "Now Harry, whoever takes this, will win the tournament. You helped us so much through each of the tasks. You should take it."

Harry shook his head. "Let's take it all together."

"No, 'Arry, Cedric is right. You deserve zis. You take it."

Viktor shook his head in apparent annoyance. "Vell, if no one takes it, I vill."

"No, you won't." Cedric positioned himself between Viktor and the goblet. "Harry, please."

"No, friends. Come on and let's take it all together. On three. One, two, three."

As in one, they reached out for the cup, feeling a strange pull in their navels, as they were whisked away together.

HP

By the time the world stopped spinning, Harry realised that they did not find themselves on the stage, where the winner of the tournament was supposed to arrive. His surroundings looked like a cemetery.

"Kill the spares."

Three green spells travelled at his fellow champions in quick succession, causing them to slump onto the ground. 'Thank Merlin for the enhanced elixir of life,' Harry thought in relief. With a flick of his wand, he turned the three of them invisible and telepathically instructed them, 'Take the cup and return to Hogwarts. Don't wait for me. I have my own ways to return.'

Hearing a whispered, "All right," he sighed in relief, before he took in his surroundings, noticing in annoyance that someone cast ropes around him tying him to a tomb stone.

The inscription of the nearby tomb read 'Tom Riddle'. A pudgy wizard in shabby black robes was standing in front of the tomb busying himself with a large, black cauldron. A tiny bundle was lying on the ground next to it, loosely covered by some kind of black cloth.

'Team 13,' he thought to his team members. 'This is Paws. I've been abducted to a cemetery, where the grave of Voldemort's father is, and I think that they're just trying to revive Voldemort. What should I do? I've taken the enhanced elixir, so I'll be fine in any case.'

'Take care of yourself. We're coming.' Artemis' response came instantly, and a moment later, while he absentmindedly listened to the wizard working on whatever potion was in the cauldron, he heard a couple of distinctive pops, knowing that his team members had arrived.

'Harry, don't worry. I've made each of them drink a dose of the enhanced elixir, before we came here,' Connie informed him. 'We've brought James with us to assist.'

'Connie!' Harry thought back in horror. 'You shouldn't be here. You won't even be able to defend yourself.'

'I can. I wanted to surprise you, but for two weeks now, I've been able to tap into your magic and cast spells, and Devil has already given me an intensive training.'

'What?'

He became distracted, when the podgy man doing the ceremony came and, before he knew what happened, cut a piece off his arm.

"Blood of your enemy forcibly taken…" Harry tuned the man's voice out along with the pain coming from his injury.

'Hold still. I'm going to mend it.' An instant later, his arm was as good as new.

'Thanks, Severus,' he thought back, feeling very grateful to the professor, who was not only a potions master but also a healer.

He looked up, when the small creature was dumped into the cauldron, hoping that the little being would drown inside. He quickly pondered if he should scorgify the whole cauldron, however, decided to just watch, considering that a whole team of Unspeakables was with him and could take responsibility, among them several people who had experience with Voldemort.

He stared in shock, when the fog that had appeared over the cauldron lifted some, and an adult man stepped out of the cauldron. While he did not have a real nose, he otherwise looked complete.

"Robe me."

"Yes, my Lord." The wizard who had revived the evil man, handed him a black robe, before he threw himself onto the floor and knelt in front of Voldemort.

Harry observed in disgust how Voldemort honoured the wizard by making him a silver hand to replace the one he had cut off during the revival ceremony. He then hissed something that Harry recognised as Parseltongue, even if he could not understand it.

A moment later, a very large snake slithered over the cemetery. She slithered around Voldemort, before she raised her head to the level of his eyes and hissed what seemed to be a greeting of some sort.

Just a moment later, the large serpent's head exploded into pieces. For an instant, a black cloud emerged, before it vanished into thin air.

"Nagini!" Voldemort shouted, red eyes widening in obvious terror, as he looked around trying to spot an invisible enemy. "Pettigrew, unbind Potter!"

"I think that was his last Horcrux I just destroyed. We should be able to kill him now," James whispered.

The ropes that tied Harry to the tomb stone loosened, and Harry clambered to his feet.

"Harry Potter, here we meet again. Thanks for coming to celebrate my resurrection. Let me call my faithful followers to make it a proper party."

"Tom Riddle," Harry replied, glaring at the older wizard. 'Shall I try to kill him here and then, or do you have other plans?' he thought to team 13.

'You distract him, while I cast something at him.'

Harry sighed in relief and cast a simple cutting spell at Voldemort, only to realise belated that the reply had not come from Rebecca, as he had assumed, but from Connie.

Voldemort dodged the spell, just when the first Death Eaters popped up behind him. The evil wizard sent "Crucio" in his direction; however, the spell did not reach Harry. He could feel that his magic activated, even if he did not cast any spell right now. To his amazement, the unforgivable spell re-bound to the evil wizard, who shook uncontrollably for a few seconds, before he slid down and came to lie on the ground, where he remained, unmoving.

'He's dead,' Severus informed team 13, just when the assembled Death Eaters sank onto the ground as well. 'Well done, Connie.'

"I've just stunned the whole group of Death Eaters and informed Croaker. He'll send the Aurors. Well done, Connie." Rebecca looked very much contented.

A few minutes later, the cemetery was swamped with Aurors. Rebecca informed them about the happenings, stating that Connie had vanquished Voldemort.

"Now, as the Aurors will deal with the Death Eaters, let us return to Hogwarts," Rebecca then decided.

"Let's do that," Salazar agreed. "I believe that some celebrations are in order."

'You killed Voldemort?' Harry thought to Connie in confusion. 'Is that a joke?'

'No. I cast the spell, and you provided the magic. We vanquished him together.'

'Is he really gone now? That seemed too easy.'

'According to the others, he must be gone now.'

HP

By the time Harry arrived on the Hogwarts grounds, where he was immediately greeted by Lucy, closely followed by Hermione, Luna, Draco and Neville, he noticed in annoyance that his three fellow champions were standing on the stage engrossed in a huge fight with the organisers of the tournament.

"Harry, my boy," Dumbledore cornered him. "I believe that you're needed on the stage, but only after you tell me what happened."

"I was abducted to watch how a man, I think he called him Pettigrew, revived Voldemort."

"Is that so?" The headmaster cast him a grave look.

"Yes, but it's all right. Connie here killed him off."

Dumbledore shook his head wearing a grave expression. "That, my dear boy, is not possible."

HP

Shaking his head in annoyance at the old wizard, Harry stepped over to the stage, where the other champions were obviously waiting for him.

"Mr. Potter," Bagman turned to him. "Congratulations for winning the tournament."

Harry shook his head. "I did not win, sir. We all won at the same time."

"Anyway," Cedric sounded more upset than Harry had ever heard him speak before, "we finished the tournament and with it our obligation to the Goblet of Fire. If you can't accept that we've all won, then you won't have a winner at all. We do not care. The tournament is over." With that he left the stage, motioning for the others to follow him.

Together, they left the area, not caring that the organisers continued to wildly discuss among themselves.

Harry gathered his extended family in his suitcase, while the other champions met with their families as well.

HP

"James, are you sure that he's really gone now? Remember the prophecy that caused you to go into hiding in the first place. According to that, Harry had to kill him." Severus quirked an eyebrow.

James nodded. "Positive. "While Connie cast the spell, she used Harry's magic to do so."

"Prophecy?" Harry's eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Yes, son, there's a prophecy stating that you are the only person able to kill him, and the only person able to tap into your magic is Connie. Thus, she and you managed to kill him together. Well done, Connie and Harry."

Harry shook his head. "I didn't do anything. Connie is the heroine, not me."

"That she is," Artemis agreed, as he popped up, silently. "Congratulations, Connie."

"Thank you, sir."

Artemis smiled, before his expression sobered, as he addressed Harry. "We now know who put you into the tournament in the first place."

Harry looked up in surprise. "Who was it?"

"Barty Crouch Junior." Artemis then explained how Barty, who had been supposed to be dead, had captured Alastor Moody and kept him in his suitcase, while he had impersonated him during the whole school year. "He's now back in Azkaban, and Moody is recovering in the hospital wing. We only found out by chance, when his Polyjuice potion wore off during the third task."

"So, a Death Eater has been teaching us for the whole year?" Hermione looked horrified.

"That's why he felt comfortable teaching us all the dark spells," Draco all but growled.

HP

"Salazar?" Rebecca cast the founder a questioning look.

"Yes sir?"

"Seeing that Connie is able to tap into Harry's magic, will it be possible for me to cast your spell at her to make her a witch?"

Salazar remained pensive for a moment. "While I cannot guarantee the success of the operation, I believe that it won't hurt to try it out. Is your connection strong enough?"

Connie nodded. "Yes sir. Rebecca has been my mentor since the age of five. If anyone will be able to do this for me, it'll be her, considering that Harry is my husband and can't do it. I'll only be able to tap into Harry's magic for a few months though. Will it still work?"

Salazar smirked. "You'll only need his magic once. Providing that it'll work, you're going to have your own magic in the future."

'That would be too cool,' Harry thought, trying to not get his hopes up.

Severus held a small phial under Rebecca's elbow and magically took two drops of blood, before he and Salazar retreated to the lab inside the suitcase, motioning everyone else to remain seated.

Twenty minutes later, they returned carrying a small phial.

"Connie, are you ready to become a witch?" Harry grinned at his wife, who nodded in obvious enthusiasm.

"Of course."

Salazar then handed Rebecca the phial and taught her the spell.

"Ready, Connie?"

"Yes please."

The whole family watched in obvious excitement, when Rebecca spelled the potion into Connie's system as instructed by Salazar.

"And? Did it work?" Not waiting for a response, Connie pulled her wand, of which Harry did not even know that she had one, and cast the Lumos charm.

"It worked." James grinned, broadly.

"I'm not sure. Perhaps, I still used Harry's magic." Connie cast him a look of rare uncertainty.

Severus stepped in front of her, raising his wand. "May I?"

"Yes, sir."

Casting a quick diagnostic spell, Severus confirmed, "Your magic is at about seven percent, which exceeds that of a Squib by far. Congratulations, Connie."

"Thank you." Tears were streaming down Connie's face, as she leaned into Harry's embrace, sobbing into his robes.

"Congrats, Connie," Hermione gushed. "Will you attend fifth-year together with us?"

Connie raised her head. "Of course. If they'll let me. Oh, Harry, Hermione, Draco, will you please teach me how to fly?"

Severus cleared his throat. "I am sure that it will at the front of your friends' minds to teach you flying; however, I believe that most of us need to attend dinner in the Great Hall first."

Artemis nodded. "Yes, and Professor Dumbledore wishes to speak with Harry right after dinner."

Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Minerva, Severus, Salazar, will you please accompany me to speak with the headmaster? Considering that Connie killed off Voldemort, I am ready to tell the old man the truth about myself."

"He probably won't believe that Voldemort is dead, considering the prophecy and that he doesn't know that Team 5 got rid of the Horcruxes." Severus let out a sigh. "Perhaps, Connie should accompany us as well."

Minerva smirked. "I will keep up appearances and not accompany you. However, I shall be there."

HP

After dinner, Harry, Connie and Lucy made their way to the headmaster's office, accompanied by Salazar und Severus. Minerva had already left her spot at the hight table, just like Professor Dumbledore.

When they reached the round office, Minerva was engrossed in a conversation with the old wizard, who was absentmindedly petting his phoenix' crown feathers.

"Harry," the headmaster greeted them, looking at his colleagues in obvious surprise, before he invited them to take seats, apparently noticing that neither of the younger wizards readied themselves to leave.

"Harry, I wish to discuss two things with you." Dumbledore used his grandfatherly voice that almost made Harry gag.

"What might these be?"

"First of all, you told me that Voldemort was dead."

"Yes, Connie killed him," Harry replied, surprised that the headmaster did not even question Connie's presence in his office.

"While that may be, unfortunately, he has taken some means to ensure that he cannot easily be killed."

"Do you mean the Horcruxes, sir?" Harry's voice was innocent, however, he inwardly grinned in amusement, when Dumbledore almost chocked on the lemon drop he was sucking.

"What do you know about Horcruxes?" he enquired, once he was able to speak again.

"I know that one of the Unspeakables' teams has destroyed them. There was only Nagini left, his familiar, and she was killed this morning, before Connie was able to get rid of Voldemort."

Dumbledore cast him a sad smile. "Harry, I am certain that he had at least one Horcrux left."

"Headmaster." Severus' voice was soft. "In contrary to the other time, when Harry vanquished him as a baby, there was a body." Apparently realising that the old wizard needed more proof, he rolled up the sleeve of his robes, showing him his unblemished left arm. "Moreover, the Dark Mark is gone."

Dumbledore stared from Severus to Harry in apparent disbelief. "What about the Horcrux behind Harry's scar?" he then asked, incredulously.

Harry chuckled. "I don't have the scar anymore, let alone a Horcrux." He raised his fringe so as to prove the fact.

Dumbledore shook his head in obvious annoyance. "How did you manage to get rid of your scar, and why do you know about Horcruxes at all? This should not be common knowledge, my boy."

Harry let out a deep sigh. "Professor, the Unspeakables have taught me since the age of five, and that is all that you need to know. Anyway, Voldemort is gone."

Dumbledore let out a deep sigh. "What you might not know, my boy, is that there is a prophecy, which clearly states that it is you who has to vanquish Voldemort."

"But he did." Connie smiled at the old wizard. "As you might remember, I was a muggle. To cast the spell, I tapped into Harry's magic, which means that we killed him together."

Dumbledore shook his head in apparent confusion, mumbling something sounding like "Power the Dark Lord knows not," before he turned to his deputy. "Minerva, please do me a favour."