Author's Note: This is one of the first scenes I envisioned for Blue Animagus, but it doesn't fit in with the vignettes I wrote. I decided to write it anyway after I finished the rest of it and include it as a bonus chapter.

Harry stumbled as he hit the ground hard due to the unexpected portkey, but managed to stay on his feet. He steadied himself and looked around cautiously. He was obviously no longer at Hogwarts. This was obviously part of the plot that had seen his name put in the Goblet of Fire. He wondered why the plot was so convoluted. What if someone else had beat him to the Tri-Wizard Cup. He had done well in all the tasks, but was by no means guaranteed to win the Third Task. He thought back to the screams he had heard in the maze. Had there been outside interference?

He looked around cautiously. It was evening, but being the Summer Solstice, still light. The sun was getting low, however and long shadows were cast by trees at the edge of the clearing he was in. He could see gravestones and a few raised sepulchers not far away.

'Liara?' he said subvocally. 'I appear to have been sent off Hogwarts' grounds by a portkey on the Triwizard Cup. I'm not sure where I am, but it appears to be a graveyard.'

'Tika picked up your movement,' Liara returned. 'I was just about to contact you. You appear to be in the North of England on the edge of the North York Moors. The nearest village is a place called Little Hangleton. Stay put and Tika will come pick you up in the shuttle. Her ETA is five minutes.'

'Feel free to tell her to hurry,' Harry snarked. 'This is not suspicious at all.'

Harry's attention was drawn to a shuffling sound. He saw a cloaked figure approaching him with a bundle in its arms. He readied his wand. The cloak was black and the figure could be a Death Eater.

"Stun him!" a high, reedy voice commanded from the bundle.

"Stupefy!" the cloaked figure incanted.

Harry easily side stepped the incoming red spell and cast his own spell. "Protego!"

"Wormtail, you incompetent fool!" the bundle screeched.

"Wormtail!?" Harry exclaimed. All his focus drawn to his parents' betrayer.

'Harry!?' Liara exclaimed. 'What's happening?'

Harry ignored her to focus on Pettigrew and what he suspected was Voldemort. Harry heard a rustling behind him. He tried to turn while still keeping an eye on Pettigrew. He saw a large snake lunge at him out of the corner of his eye. It was no basilisk, but would have been huge if he'd never run into the King of Snakes.

He turned. "Stupefy!" he yelled. His spell hit the snake, but it still hit him and bore him to the ground. He tried to roll away, but was tangled up in the snake, which while sluggish, was still moving.

The last thing he heard was Pettigrew shouting, "Stupefy!"

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Harry awoke to find himself tied to a gravestone. He glanced around to see Pettigrew standing next to a large cauldron. Surrounding gravestones all had the name "Riddle" prominently displayed on them. The snake and the bundle were nowhere to be seen.

'Harry?' Liara said. 'Your implants say that you're awake now. What's happening?'

'Pettigrew is here with Voldemort,' he responded. 'Wormtail got the drop on me thanks to a giant snake. I'm currently tied up.'

'Tika is overhead in the shuttle,' Liara told him. 'There's not a lot she can do unless you can get free. You're much too close to Pettigrew for her to fire on him. I'm trying to get to Dumbledore to tell him where you are, but your foolish Minister is monopolizing him.'

"Begin the ritual, Wormtail," the high, reedy voice that had been in the bundle said from within the cauldron.

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"Bone of the father…"

"Flesh of the servant…"

"Blood of the enemy…"

"Robe me."

"Thank you, Master."

"…my real family…"

"…my slippery friend…"

"I can touch you now!"

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"Release him, Wormtail," Voldemort ordered. "Give him his wand."

The craven traitor approached Harry and cut him free with the same knife he'd used to take his blood. Pettigrew gave him his wand. Harry was tempted to curse the traitor, but he kept focus on Voldemort and the surrounding Death Eaters instead.

"You have been taught how to duel. Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked. "We bow to each other, Harry. Come, the niceties must be observed... Dumbledore would like you to show manners... Bow to death, Harry..."

Harry couldn't help but snort. "You're hardly Death, Tom. In fact, aren't you fleeing from him?"

"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted.

Harry moved. The edges of the spell caught him. Harry tried to ignore the excruciating pain.

"Someone taught you a little French, did they, Potter?" Voldemort sneered. "I am the Flight of Death. I flee no one!"

Harry faked a cough that sounded like "Dumbledore."

He was ready and summoned Pettigrew into the path of Voldemort's inevitable Cruciatus Curse.

Voldemort ignored his whimpering minion.

"Bow, Potter!" Voldemort commanded.

Harry shrugged off Voldemort's wordless Imperius Curse. He notice a slight widening of Voldemort's eyes.

"Your Mudblood mother can't save you now," Voldemort sneered.

Voldemort cast dark curses at Harry. He dodged and fired his own spells back. He tried summoning Malfoy into the path of one, but the Death Eater had learned from Pettigrew's folly and cast a Shield Charm to stop it. Harry barely dodged the Bone Breaker. He was left with summoning head stones to stop the Unforgivables.

"Harry, you need to break contact so I can pick you up or use the shuttle's weapons," Tika said over his implant. "Liara said you could use your biotics if you have to."

Harry looked around and came up with a plan, but decided he needed to distract Voldemort and the Death Eaters to pull it off. Pop culture offered lots of confusing distractions. The most obvious pop culture reference would focus attention on him, which he didn't want. Perhaps, something else from the same movie.

He plastered his most obnoxious smirk on his face. The one that was guaranteed to get Snape frothing at the mouth.

"What do you have to smile about, Potter?" Voldemort hissed.

"I know something you don't know," he replied, passing his wand to his left hand.

"What is that, boy?" the terrorist demanded with a scoff.

"I am not left-handed!" Harry declared dramatically, making a show of tossing his wand into his right hand and striking a ready pose.

Voldemort stared at him.

Harry smashed a tombstone into the back of his head with a Biotic Pull. While the Death Eaters were all gaping at their master. Harry used a Biotic Charge to flee the graveyard. He briefly regretted not being able to grab Wormtail as he fled, but the sound of the shuttle's weapons firing was music to his ears. Two minutes later the shuttle touched down in front of him and he boarded it with a sigh of relief.

Author's Note: Yes, the obvious pop culture reference is: "My name is Harry Potter. You killed my mother. Prepare to die." Paraphrased from The Princess Bride (1987).

For the curious that have not read Blue Magic, Tika is a Quarian and an expy of Tali'Zorah. Since Blue Magic takes place hundreds of years before Mass Effect, Tellur decided to make some characters that would be ancestors (or great aunts/uncles) of the main companions in Mass Effect, since only the Asari and Krogans from the games would be alive during the Harry Potter timeline. Garred (more so than Primus) fills that role for Garrus Vakarian. As far as I know, Skui and Shiala are OCs created by Tellur.