Harry felt the familiar sensation crunch his body. He closed his eyes, as well as his fists, one clutching the cold handle of the silver cup and the other… a cold and stiff body. Normally, he would hate travelling with a portkey. But this time, for these two seconds, it was the best feeling ever. The pain had stopped, his scars stopped bleeding, his tears stopped falling. But then the moment was over.

Harry hit the ground face down, a loud moan escaping his dry lips was flooded by the overwhelming sound of at least a hundred people. Then, every eye fell upon him and his surroundings. There was nothing but chaos.

Harry couldn't make up what was around him though. He was too busy handling what was inside. The acromantula venom seemed to have spread from his left leg up his body. The cut on his knee was bleeding intensely. The bruises on his hands were stinging in the frosty grass and his left arm was literally open, itching, and blood was soaking into his triwizard shirt. At the spot were Harry's scar usually resided, a red stain was now spilling blood. The pain was agonizing. Cedric.. Wormtail… Voldemort...

"HARRY!"

"Harry! Can you hear me? Come on boy. Talk to me." Dumbledore's voice came somewhere from the back. He tried to control his voice, but failed at hiding his concern… and anger. "Come on." Harry felt a warm touch on the side of his neck. He heard a loud sigh.

"Minerva, escort the students back with all the professors. And call Severus and Alastor."

"What about the body Albus?" McGonagall's voice trembled.

"I've already arranged that."

Harry tried to move, so he could give a sign, but his body was like a hard rock. Both of his hands were physically removed from the cup and from Cedric's body. The moment he released, it felt like the weight of the whole world was spread across his body. Somebody turned him on the back. The pain intensified and his breathing speeded up. He had to open his eyes.

The light was unbearable, but he had to do something, say something.

The quietest whisper came out of his mouth. "H-He's back."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed and his face looked older than ever. Remus stood beside, grief overtaking him, as he watched James' son ruined like that. Severus came clutching his left arm.

"Harry, where does it hurt? Can you show us?" Dumbledore said, again trying to control his voice.

Harry's eyes met directly with the headmasters', where a single tear was now falling down across the old man's face. Harry couldn't say anything more. He didn't know what. He was too weak. His head started to spin.

"Harry look at me."

"Kill the spare!"

"What's wrong with him Albus."

"I said… BOW!"

"Severus, Alastor, take him to my office please, careful. Remus, you know what to do."

"Harry, take my body back to my father."

Two figures raised him. Harry could barely figure out if his mind was still in his body, because he felt like it was shattered into million pieces.

As they walked through the castle, Harry's legs barely touched the ground. There was noone crossing their way. As if everyone was already at home for the summer break. Harry's breath was inconsistent, his focus shifting from the pain in his body to the pain in his mind.

"Stupefy!"

The voice was close, too close. Harry's left side buckled down under an immense pressure of a falling body. His right side was still supported by, he figured, professor Moody. He was holding a wand. That was his voice.

Professor Snape was left behind.

Harry's body was now dragged on the floor, much faster. The pain got worse again as his body was carelessly moved down the stairs, heading towards the main entrance to the castle. Harry's scar now started to prickle. It was still a minor pain compared to the rest.

"...be praised by the Dark Lord. He …. but I can. His most faithful…"

Harry could hear these words only distantly. They didn't make much sense to him. It was hard to distinguish what was real and what was in his head.

Chill ran through his body. It was really cold, really wet. Harry only now realized that his body was probably outside, swooping through the frozen grass. His wounds were now opening again, the dried blood continuing to flow. He managed to recognize trees in front of him.

Moody led him to the Forbidden forest.

Harry was shoved next to the nearest tree so violently that he heard something crack inside of him. He had no control over his body whatsoever. He wanted to move, but he couldn't. He knew there was something wrong. This couldn't have been real. It didn't make sense.

"I will finish what the Dark Lord has planned." The mad voice was piercing through the air. "I'm his most faithful servant. I deserve the joy as well… CRUCIO!"

Harry never thought that it could get worse. The excruciating pain ran through his body once again. He heard a laugh. A hundred knives were penetrating every inch of his skin. Every cut was deepened ten times. Harry's scar was splitting his head apart. Is this how he would end? If yes, please let it be soon.

It was too long, but it finally stopped.

"Dear Merlin, yes. It is him. Harry. HARRY!"