Hailey felt her feet slam into the ground. Her injured leg fell out from under her and she fell forward. She let go of the Triwizard Cup so she can use her hand to stop her fall. She lifted her head to ask, "Where are we?"

Cedric shook his head as he got up and helped Hailey to her feet as they looked around.

They were off of Hogwarts grounds completely. The mountains that surrounded Hogwarts were gone. They had traveled miles—perhaps hundreds of miles.

They were standing in a dark and overgrown graveyard. The black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree on their right. A hill rose above them to their left. Hailey turned around to see a stone statue of a cloaked skeletal figure that had wings spread out. The figure was holding a scythe that was made out of stone. There was a plaque next to the statue with names etched in it. She went over to examine it. One name stood out from the rest:

TOM RIDDLE
1905 – 1943

Cedric looked at the Triwizard Cup and then at Hailey. He asked, "Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?"

"No," Hailey said, looking around the graveyard again. It was silent, slightly eerie, and Hailey was beginning to have a bed feeling about it. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"

"I dunno," replied Cedric, sounding slightly nervous. "Wands out, d'you reckon?"

"Yeah," replied Hailey, glad that she didn't have to make the suggestion.

They pulled out their wands and Hailey kept looking around. She had the strange feeling that they were being watched.

A figure seemed to be drawing nearer and walking steadily towards them between the graves.

"Someone's coming," Hailey said, squinting through the darkness. Hailey couldn't make out a face on that figure, but the way it was holding its arms, it seemed like it was carrying something. The way it was walking, it did seem like it was holding something.

The person seemed short and it looked like it was wearing a hooded cloak that was pulled over to hide their face. After several paces of the person coming closes and the gap closing—Hailey saw that the person was either holding a baby…maybe it was a bundle of robes, she couldn't tell. Hailey looked at Cedric, who was giving her a quizzical look, and they both turned to look at the mysterious person

The figure stopped beside a towering marble headstone, six feet from them. For a second, Hailey and Cedric, and the short figure looked at one another.

Hailey's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as she had never felt in all her lift. Her wand had slipped from her fingers as she put her hands over her face. Her knees buckled and she was now on the ground. She couldn't see anything and she knew that her head was about to split open.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Cedric demanded.

It sounded all sounded distant. A high, cold voice said, "Kill the spare."

A voice seemed to screech, "Avada Kedavra!"

A blast of green light blazed through the blur in Hailey's eyes and she saw Cedric drop to the ground beside her, dead. The pain in her scar reached to a pitch that it caused Hailey to retch, and then it diminished. She rubbed her eyes to see Cedric lying spread-eagled on the ground beside her.

Hailey stared into Cedric's face, at his open grey eyes, which seemed blank and expressionless. His mouth was half open, making him look slightly surprise. She felt herself being pulled to her feet.

The short man in the cloak had his wand out, pointed at her, and suddenly she was forced backwards right into the stone statue, which suddenly moved. The statue held Hailey against it by trapping her using the handle of the scythe it was holding with both hands.

She could hear shallow, fast breathing from the depths of the hood. Hailey struggled, trying to figure out who the man was, and then she realized who it was. She gasped, "You!"

It was Pettigrew, who drew some black material from the inside of his cloak and stuffed it roughly into Hailey's mouth to where she couldn't speak. He turned from Hailey and hurried off.

Cedric's body was lying some twenty feet away and some way beyond Hailey, glinting in the starlight, was the Triwizard Cup. Hailey's wand was on the ground at Cedric's feet and the bundle of robes was close by. Hailey was sure that it seemed to be stirring fretfully. Hailey watched it and her scar seared with pain again…and she knew that she didn't want to see what was in those robes. She didn't want that bundle to be opened…

There were noises at her feet and she looked down to see a gigantic snake slitering through the grass, circling the statue where she was trapped.

Pettigrew's fast wheezy breathing was growing as he came back within Hailey's range of vision. He was pushing a stone cauldron, which seemed to be filled with water because Hailey could hear it slopping inside. He stopped pushing it in the middle of the clearing of the graveyard.

The cauldron seemed to be larger than any cauldron Hailey had ever seen, because it seemed to be large enough for a grown man to sit in it.

The thing inside the bundle of robes seemed to stirring as if it was trying to free itself. Pettigrew was busying himself at the bottom of the cauldron with a wand and now there was crackling flames beneath it. The large snake slithered away into the darkness.

The liquid in the cauldron was beginning to bubble and sent out fiery sparks as if on fire. The movement beneath the robes seemed to be agitated and Hailey heard the high, cold voice said, "Hurry!"

The surface of the cauldron was alight with sparks, that it might have been encrusted with diamonds.

"It is ready, Master," Pettigrew said.

"Now…" replied the cold voice.

Pettigrew pulled open the robes on the ground.

What Hailey saw made her scream out, but it was muffled in the wad of material.

The thing had the shape of a crouched human child, but it was hairless, scaly-looking because it was a dark, raw, reddish black. Its arms and legs seemed thin and feeble looking. The face was flat and snakelike with gleaming red eyes.

The thing raised its thin arms as if helpless, and put them around Pettigrew's neck. Pettigrew lifted it up and his hood fell back. Hailey saw that Pettigrew looked disgusted as he carried the creature to rim of the cauldron.

From the sparks on the surface of the potion, Hailey saw that the evil flat face was illuminated. Pettigrew lowered the creature into the cauldron, making the potion hiss, and it vanished below the surface. There was a soft thud as it hit the bottom.

Hailey's scar was burning almost past endurance, but she thought, let it drown. Please…let it drown…

"Bone of the father, unknowingly give, you will renew your son!"

A bone at Hailey's feet rose in the air at Pettigrew's command and fell into the cauldron. The surface broke and hissed, sending sparks in all directions. It turned a vivid, poisonous-looking blue.

Pettigrew was whimpering as he pulled a long, thin, shining silver dagger from inside his cloak. "Flesh—of the servant—w-willingly given—you will—revive—your master." He held his right hand out in front of him—the hand that was missing a finger. He gripped the dagger very tightly in his left and swung it upward.

Hailey closed her eyes as she knew what he was going to do. She could block out the sight but she couldn't block out the scream. Something fell to the ground, heard Pettigrew's anguished pants, and a splash as something was dropped into the cauldron. She didn't want to look…but the potion had turned a burning red, because it was so bright, it shone through Hailey's eyelids.

Pettigrew was gasping and moaning with agony.

Hailey kept her eyes closed and her head turned. She felt someone's breathe on her face and she realized that Pettigrew was in front of her.

"B-blood of the enemy…forcibly taken…you will…resurrect your foe."

Hailey couldn't do anything to prevent it. The shining silver dagger was shaking in Pettigrew's remaining hand, and felt the point cut into the crook of her right arm. Blood seeped down the sleeve of her shirt and Pettigrew panting with pain, fumbled in his robes pockets for a glass vial. He held it to the cut on Hailey's arm so a trickle of blood fell into it.

Pettigrew staggered back to the cauldron with Hailey's blood and poured it in the cauldron. The liquid turned a blinding white and Pettigrew dropped to his knees. He slumped sideways to lie on the ground. He was cradling the bleeding stump of his arm, gasping and sobbing.

The cauldron was simmering, sending the diamond sparks in all directions. It was so bright that it turned all else to blackness. Nothing happened.

Let it have drowned. Let it have gone wrong…Hailey thought.

The sparks coming from the cauldron were extinguished. White steam billowed so thickly from the cauldron, that it blocked out everything that was in front of Hailey, so she couldn't see Pettigrew or Cedric.

It's gone wrong…It drowned…please…please let it be dead…Hailey thought.

Through the mist, Hailey saw the dark outline of a man. It was tall and skeletally thin, and it was rising from inside the cauldron. Hailey felt an icy surge of terror.

"Robe me," the high, cold voice said from behind the steam.

Pettigrew was still sobbing and moaning, cradling his mutilated arm, scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground. He got to his feet and pulled them over his master's head, which seemed difficult because he had one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Hailey, who stared back into the face that had haunted her nightmares for three years.

The man was whiter than a skull, had wide, livid scarlet eyes, and a nose that was flat like a snake's, with slits for nostrils.

Lord Voldemort had risen again.