THE POTTER TWINS AND THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT
CHAPTER 20
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
"Quickly!" The high pitched voice screamed at him.
Wormtail jabbed the dagger from the top of her shoulder, to end of her wrist. Blood started to flow and suddenly it disappeared.
'Harry was surely doing a good job to do this.' Hazel thought to herself.
Wormtail once again took the dagger, and placed the phial on the ground, right under her wrist, and jabbed it it several times. She flinched at each jab. So did Harry. Ron and Hermione were standing his side, Hermione holding his arm, and looking nervous. Remus and Sirius flashed their wands at his hands again and again. They had to got to Dumbledore, but he wasn't free. He was judging the Tournament and was surrounded by so many people.
The ropes on Hazel's arm were cut. Womtail's dagger had ripped them off. The phial had a little blood now, Wormtail went to pour in the cauldron, as Hazel struggled to reach her wand. She ran her wand through the sand, and rolled it to her side. She picked it and pointed to wormtail, who was almost five feet away from the cauldron.
She muttered a spell. Wormtail fell on the floor, almost missing the cauldron.
"Stupid!" The high pitched was now screaming.
Hazel's connection with her wand was breaking, she was not holding it right. Plus the cuts and daggers had weakened her immensely. She used her other hand to untie herself. Wormtail was getting up, she fixated on the spell and tried again. Her ropes were untied again.
The spell was breaking, and the phial lay and the ground, blood still in it. Wormtail was standing up. She knew she couldn't use magic any more. Her mind wasn't focusing. She was strained. Her power and energy was draining. Wormtail stood straight up, and looked for the phial. Which was under Hazel's foot. She moved forward, and swiped her leg through his and threw him to the ground. She held the silver dagger up to his chest. And poked it to his chest.
"I will kill you before you complete whatever is that you are doing!"
"No, no, please!" He begged. "I was, I was always...I loved...your parents."
"You loved my parents!" She screamed. "You killed them, you piece of crap."
She jabbed the dagger a little more, her hands trembled, it was weakness that aroused her, or the trouble that she was so enraged that she had decided to kill.
"Listen to me, please, Hazel!" Wormtail begged, "I know, I did you wrong, and to your parents, and to your brother." He was crying now,. "I never wanted to kill my friends, I was weak, They always supported me,"
Hazel was still adamant with the dagger.
"What was I supposed to do?"
She was swayed, she didn't look the other side. Wormtail's hand groped the side for her wand. Her wand was in her other hand but it was falling. She was trying to focus on the dagger.
"You should have died." There was so much spite and anger in her eyes that Pettigrew was almost afraid of the teenage girl, who looked exactly like James's love of life, and his eyes. The eyes of James Potter. The eyes that were always kind and understanding.
"You should have died before you betrayed all of your friends!" The dagger was now jabbing in his hand. It was cutting through his arm. Stopping the hand to reach for her wand. "You killed them, you jerk, My Godfather suffered Azkaban because of you!"
She ripped the dagger out and jabbed it in his chest. If she was feeling a little stronger, it would have gone more deeper but it went almost and inch or so through the skin. Wormtail grasped her wand, slowly and swiftly. She didn't even notice. Or couldn't. She took the dagger out again, and pushed it in his neck. Slashed it through. He was bleeding.
The wand was in hand.
"I'm sorry, Hazel!" he whispered.
"What?"
"Stupefy!" Hazel Potter was blasted many feet away from the cauldron and hit her head on a tombstone. She fainted at once. Blood poured out like water from a tap, from the top of her head. her red hair darkened.
Harry Potter fainted on the side of the stadium, Blood falling out from the top of his head.
"Harry!" Hermione was calling out to him. "Call Sirius, Ron!" She shouted.
Remus and Sirius had gone to talk to Dumbledore.
Blood was making a puddle around Harry's body.
Hazel's blood was now poured into the cauldron. As she was revived by Wormtail, she was opening her eyes slowly. She saw something coming out of the cauldron.
The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at her…...
Harry was revived, he could see it. The horrible thing, it was like a vision. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes, and a nose that was as flat as a snake's, with slits for nostrils … Lord Voldemort had risen again.
Voldemort was staring at her, wormtail was on the ground, bleeding from the hands, a little from neck and chest.
"You got ripped by a girl." Voldemort sneered slowly.
Wormtail's robes were shining with blood now; he had wrapped the stump of his arm in them. 'My Lord …' he choked, 'my Lord … you promised … you did promise …'
'Hold out your arm,'said Voldemort lazily.
'Oh, master … thank you, master …'
He extended the bleeding stump, but Voldemort laughed again.
'The other arm, Wormtail.'
'Master, please … please …'
Voldemort bent down, and pulled out Wormtail's left arm; he forced the sleeve of Wormtail's robes up past his elbow.
'It is back,' he said softly, 'they will all have noticed it … and now, we shall see … now we shall know …' He pressed his long, white forefinger to the brand on Wormtail's arm.
'How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?' he whispered, his gleaming red eyes fixed on the mark.
Hazel looked at the mark, her scar hurt. She concentrated on the mark.
"The Dark Mark!" Harry gasped, he had a vision again.
"What?" Sirius looked worried more then ever.
"Hazel is not in the maze, she is somewhere else, She is seeing Voldemort, Wormtail, the dark mark...Ahhhhh!" He held his forehead,
"Come on, Harry!" Remus encouraged him.
"The Dark mark has been sighted there."
'My true family returns …' Voldemort pointed all to the black cloaked people that appeared at the spot.