Harry felt the all too familiar pull behind his navel as he and Cedric were pulled to God knows where. Then his feet hit the ground hard making his injured leg buckle and he fell to the ground hard. He looked around and saw he was in a graveyard and in front of him was a stone cauldron big enough to fit a grown man into.

"Harry you alright?" Cedric whispered cautiously.

Harry tried to stand but failed. Cedric grabbed him under the arm and helped pull him up. His bad leg felt like it was on fire.

"I'll be ok." Harry stated weakly.

"Wands out you reckon?"

"Definitely."

Harry pulled his wand out and relished the familiar warmth that flowed through his hand at the contact of his wand. Harry was inspecting the grave with the big angle on it when his blood turned to ice written on the headstone was Tom Riddle.

"Get the cup Cedric." Harry stated panicky. But it was too late pain flared through his old scar as he fell on his knees clutching at it. Cedric was beside him in a second.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

"Get out of here Cedric take the cup back to Hogwarts."

"Not without you." Cedric said firmly, grabbing Harry by the arm and attempting to stand him up.

"Stun the spare." a cold clear voice said, and a jet of red light hit Cedric squarely in the chest blasting him off his feet.

All of a sudden Harry was lifted off of his feet and slammed into the grave of Tom Riddle and ropes snaked their way around his body holding him fast. Harry tried to wiggle free but the more he struggled the tighter the ropes got.

"Do it now."

Harry watched as Wormtail dumped something into the big cauldron before turning to where Harry was. They locked eyes and Harry could see the regret in Wormtail's eyes before he pulled out his wand and started the ritual.

It was done in three minutes Lady Voldemort rose from the cauldron with a new body and she was… completely naked. Harry's eyes widened as Voldemort caressed her body before smirking at Harry.

"It's rude to stare you know."

Harry quickly looked away and Voldemort laughed.

"Wormtail my clothes."

Wormtail took out a neatly wrapped package from underneath his cloak and placed it at her feet. He was careful to keep his gaze firmly on the ground. Voldemort flicked her wand lazily and the green witch's robes fitted themselves on her.

"Your arm Wormtail." She said,

Wormtail put out his injured arm, but Voldemort laughed at him telling him to put the arm with the Dark Mark out. Voldemort put one long slender finger on the Dark Mark and Harry's scar burned; he gritted his teeth to keep himself from crying out in pain.

Voldemort then turned to look at Harry and it was then he got a good look at her. She had dark brown hair that was sleek and long and it came past her shoulders. Her face was one of beauty. Red luscious lips and slightly upturned nose, delicate brows, but her eyes ruined the picture. They were blood red and seemed to glow. She only seemed to appear in her early 30's.

"Tonight, I will prove once and for all that Harry Potter is no match for Lady Voldemort." She said quietly.

There were a series of pops around them as Death Eaters apparated to the Dark Lady. They began to cower before her, afraid to face their old master.

"It's been too long since I last saw you all. Yet it seems like it was almost yesterday. Thirteen years and not a peep from any of you. Not one of you tried to find me; those who did are locked up at the moment. They will be rewarded of course."

"Master forgiv-"

The Death Eater was screaming as Voldemort tortured him.

"I want thirteen years of repentance before I forgive any of you " Voldemort stated coldly. "You are only here to watch me triumph over Harry Potter. Before I could not touch him however," Voldemort stated as she raised one finger and held it over Harry's scar. "I can touch him now."

And she did and pain exploded over Harry's head; it was worse than any pain he had felt before. It was like someone had taken a white-hot poker and stuck to his head. But as soon as the pain started it stopped. He realized Voldemort was no longer touching him but was staring wide-eyed at him.

"How strange." she whispered, staring at Harry's scar transfixed. After waving her wand over him critically she smiled. "I'm in your head Harry." She whispered into his ear.

In his head? What the hell did that mean? Harry could only stare as Voldemort paced back and forth in front of him deep in thought. Around them the Death Eaters shifted uncomfortably. The silence was deafening.

"There has been a change of plans." Voldemort declared "Lucius, is your home available to set up for our HQ?"

Lucius spluttered "My- my Lady?"

"I'll take that as a yes. You will all meet me there." Voldemort said.

"What of the Potter boy?" a Death Eater asked.

"He will be my special guest."

"And the other?" Lucius asked.

"Bring him as well and put him in the cellar. I have plans for both of them" Voldemort stared at Harry almost hungrily.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." Harry shouted definitely.

Voldemort laughed and her laugh sounded melodic, a sound that Harry would not associate with her.

"You've no way to escape Harry and even if you tried you wouldn't get far. Struggling is futile." Voldemort said mirth was present on her face. "Besides, you're not going to be conscious when we journey to the Malfoy residence."

She smiled cruelly before whipping out her wand and sending a bolt of red-light hitting Harry.


Dumbledore was growing worried. It should not have taken this long for either Cedric or Harry to reach the cup and come back with it. 'Unless they died ' Dumbledore thought morbidly. He quickly perished the thought. Cedric was a strong 7th year who knew his stuff and Harry survived worse.

An hour passed then two and now he was deeply troubled. Something was wrong and he could feel it in his bones. So, he took off to the middle of the maze to find it empty and void of a cup.

He took out his wand and activated the tracking charmed he placed on it and apparated to the cup.

He found himself in a graveyard. Looking around at the surrounding houses he felt a sense of dread. On a hill not too far away sat a once impressive looking manor house that once belonged to Tom Riddle.

But what worried him worse of all was the stone cauldron and the fresh broken solid of the grave of Tom Riddle. Dark Magic had been used here roughly two hours ago and Dumbledore knew that Lady Voldemort was back.

But still no Harry or Cedric. Voldemort would have killed Harry on sight, he was sure of it. But not a trace of a fight or a struggle could be seen anywhere. A glint of light caught his attention and Dumbledore saw the Triwizard Tournament cup laying on the ground.

"Where are you, Harry?" Dumbledore asked out loud.


Harry was lying in a comfortable bed he deduced as he slowly came back to consciousness. A soft hand was running through his hair. Maybe the Spider did a number on his leg so badly he hallucinated the whole events with Cedric and Voldemort.

Yes, that must be it he was in the Hospital Wing and was running her hand through his hair when he opens his eyes, he'll see her. He opened his eyes and saw to his horror not, but Lady Voldemort and she was the one running her finger through his hair.

"Ah, you're awake, good. I brought you some food so eat up." Voldemort stated watching Harry with her face void of any emotions. "I'll be back later to check in on you so eat up."

She then stood up and placed a kiss on Harry's scar. "Oh, and Nagini will be watching you so don't try to escape."

She stopped as she opened the door, threw one last glance at Harry from over her shoulder and spoke. "Welcome home Harry." and with that she left.