THE POTTER TWINS AND THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT:
CHAPTER 19:
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She slid form to the other side of the passage, the triwizard cup stood in front of her, a hundred yards before her. Cedric stood right next her, on the other side of the hedge. Both of them ran, they stood right next to the cup.
"Look over there!" Hazel shouted,
as a giant spider approached them, Cedric dropped his wand, as Hazel yelled all the jinxes she could remember. She was thrown back, because of the power of her own magic. She fell several feet away. and hit her head.
"Ahhhh!" Harry yelled as many people turned in his direction.
"What happened?" Remus and Hemrione whispered together.
"Nothing...nothing." He whispered back.
"You take it,"
"No you take it!"
"I won't!"
"Yes, you will!"
Cedric and Hazel were arguing over who should take the cup.
"Stop being noble!"
"I'll take it!" They saw Viktor Krum standing over on the side.
"Together," They both yelled.
Cedric and Hazel grabbed the either side of the cup, For Hogwarts glory! They both were swiped up their feet and everything started to whirl. They landed in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. A hill rose above them to their left.
Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup. '
Did anyone tell you the Cup was a Portkey?' he asked. Someone's coming,' he said suddenly.
Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily towards them between the they were, they were short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over their head to obscure their face. And – several paces nearer, the space between them closing all the time – he saw that the thing in the person's arms looked like a baby … or was it merely a bundle of robes?
'Kill the spare.' A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night:
'Avada Kedavra!'
Hazel first thought it was an illusion. The green light. The light escaped the wand of the other man, and hit Cedric square in the was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside her. He was dead.
"NO!' She realized what was happening. What had already happened.
She sat on the floor, her mind racing. Her eyes filled with tears. The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lit his wand, and was dragging Hazel towards the marble headstone. Her beautiful hair, covered with mud, and twigs.
TOM RIDDLE
She read on the tombstone, as the vision flickered because of tears in her eyes. The short man hit her, her sorrow was truned into a rage. She was known around the Gryffindor house for her temper. She turned around and grabbed the short man by the throat and pushed him into a stone. She was a little taller then him.
The hood fell off. It was Wormtail. Peter Pettigrew, who had fled just in time. Sirius had been released but the killer of her parents had fled the scene.
"You!" She jabbed her nails in to his throat. "I am going to kill you!" She shouted.
"Agg...khee!" Wormtail was gagging to catch breath.
"Use your wand, idiot!" The high cold voice spoke again.
Before Hazel could do anything, Wormtail pointed the wand to her, and she was bound by ropes by the tombstone. Her head was fixed on the tomb, she couldn't see beyond it.
Wormtail had left her, Cedric's body was lying some twenty feet away. Some way beyond her, glinting in the starlight, lay the Triwizard Cup. What she thought a baby was stirring. By the sound of the movemen of whatever was in the blanket she realized it was a child.
Now Wormtail was busying himself at the bottom of the cauldron with a wand. Suddenly there were crackling flames beneath it.
The high, cold voice said again. 'Hurry!'
'It is ready, master.'
'Now …'said the cold voice.
Wormtail was now undoing the bundle, what came out was the most hideous thing Hazel had ever was as though Wormtail had flipped over a stone, and revealed something ugly, slimy and blind – but worse, a hundred times worse. The thing Wormtail had been carrying had the shape of a crouched human thing seemed almost helpless; it raised its thin arms, put them around Wormtail's neck, and Wormtail lifted it. As he did so, his hood fell back and then Wormtail lowered the creature into the cauldron; there was a hiss, and it vanished below the surface
'Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!'
Wormtail was saying things Hazel couldn't figure out.
Flesh – of the servant – w-willingly given – you will – revive – your master.' Wormtail was whimpering, as he slashed his hand with a dagger.
'B-blood of the enemy … forcibly taken … you will … resurrect your foe.'
Wormtail approached, she tried to kick her, but she was tied down very firmly. He took the same dagger, to his hand and slashed Hazel's arm with it.
"Ah!" She flinched. It was a big cut. Wormtail ignored as he gathered the flowing blood from the dripping ropes.
"Ahhhh!" Harry screamed a little to loud this time. He held his arm.
Now, Sirius, Remus and Hermione and Ron stood over him,
"What in bloody hell?" Ron was the first to notice his arm. Sirius slashed his wand from his robe and healed Harry's wound.
Hazel's wound disappeared at once, Wormtail stared as he tried to gather enough blood. He was bewildered. He took the dagger again from the ground and slashed it against her pinkish,soft skin. And blood started to flow more then ever. Wormtail searched for the phial again, when he took it up, the wound was once again healed.
"What are you doing?" He shouted, As Hazel laughed, Pettigrew looked at her as if she was insane. Hazel laughed, with was now echoing in the small cemetery. The laughter was now scaring Wormtail.