(This is just after Harry and Cedric arrive at the graveyard by portkey).

"Someone's coming," Cedric said suddenly.

Harry's eyes squinted trying to get a better look. He then realised that there was two of them. One of them was short and rounded wearing a big, black cloak and hood that hid his face. He was carrying something in his arms but it too was wrapped in robes so Harry couldn't see what it was.

The second person was female. She was slightly taller than the first figure but still quite short and extremely thin, half-starved from the look of her. Her clothes were ripped and tatty; they didn't fit her well at all, hanging from her skinny body. She had no hood on so as they got closer Harry could see her face.

He gasped. It was the same girl from the Quidditch World Cup, Elle. What had happened to her? He realised she was wearing the same clothes she wore that day. It showed how much weight she had lost. He remembered how well she had filled these clothes. Did she ever eat? A piece of rope was all that was holding her jeans up, her shirt was hanging from one bony shoulder and her singlet underneath no longer stretched over her once healthy body. The memory of seeing her being dragged off into the woods flashed into Harry's head. Was that the last time anyone had seen her? Guilt washed over him as he wished he had tried harder to save her.

Elle recognised them both at the same time Cedric recognised her.

"Elle?" he whispered, also remembering her.

Her face was so pale and lifeless when she looked up at both of them. She quickly realised why they were here when she yelled, "Get out of here! Run!"

The hooded person next to her suddenly turned at her outburst and struck her across the face so she fell to the ground. Harry could then see that her hands were bound.

Cedric raised his wand. "What's going on here?" He demanded trying to sound intimidating.

The cloaked figure turned slowly to face them both.

Harry's scar suddenly seared with pain. He had never felt pain so strong in his life, ever. He gasped, dropping his wand and clamped his hands over his forehead. His legs gave out from beneath him and he fell to his knees, the pain never stopping. He cried out loud.

Cedric looked down at him shocked. Harry could see panic and confusion flash across his face.

"Run!" Harry gasped at him, but it was no use.

A high, cold voice rasped, "Kill the spare."

"No!" Elle screamed.

But a swishing sound and the hooded man screeching the words, "Avada Kedavra", muffled her yell.

Elle let out a blood-churning scream at the same time there was a blast of green light that lit up the whole graveyard, and then Harry heard something hit the ground, hard. It was silent for a moment and his scar seemed to be getting more and more painful.

Harry opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Cedric laying flat on his back, eyes open and unfocused staring up at nothing. He was dead.

The seconds seemed to drag on forever as Harry stared at Cedric's pale dead face. He could still hear Elle somewhere behind him, gasping for air, sobbing.

"Get up!" A voice growled.

Harry turned to see the hooded person dragging Elle back up to her feet; her lip was bleeding from where he had struck her. She tried to fight him off, but her tiny, frail body was no match to his bigger build, even as he carried the mysterious object wrapped in robes.

"Go see if he's dead!" he barked at her.

"What?!" she gasped.

"Go!"

"But you know he's dead," she whispered.

"Yes, but you seem to know him, so go check for yourself," he replied leaning towards her, wand in his free hand threatening.

He flicked his wand and the ropes around her wrists vanished. She softly touched where the rope had rubbed her skin raw. Harry could see tears welling up in her eyes as she slowly made her way over to Cedric's body. Her whole body was trembling with fear.

"Accio wands!" The man called. Harry watched as his wand flew from the ground – he hadn't picked it up yet – with Cedric's, which flew to the man's outstretched hand. It was then that Harry realised; the man was Wormtail.

Hatred filled Harry's body. This was the man responsible for his parents' death. And now he stood before him without a care in the world about what he had just done. Harry wanted to leap up, to attack him, to hurt him, to get revenge, but the pain from his scar was so strong it paralysed his body leaving him unable to do anything but watch.

Elle stood next to Cedric's body and slowly sank down to her knees. She leaned down and gently placed two fingers on his pulse point at his neck. Of course, she never found a pulse.

"He's dead," she whispered as the tears spilt from her eyes and ran down her dirty cheeks, leaving trails as they washed the filth away.

Wormtail grinned widely. The pain on her face seemed to please him.

That's sick! Harry thought to himself. Wormtail always only ever thought of himself, and he had done many shocking things in his life, but torturing a young girl mentally was a new low, even for him.

Harry watched as Elle stared at Cedric's once handsome face, brushing his hair away from his eyes gently with her fingertips. Her other hand was clutching his, still shaking, and Harry remembered briefly the attraction they had for each other at the Quidditch World Cup.

Now that she was closer, Harry could see more clearly how badly she looked. The cut on her lip was pulsing out blood, but from the look of her that was nothing to what she had already suffered. Her bare arms were covered with old cuts, bruises and many scars. Some looked really nasty and Harry couldn't even imagine what pain she must have had to put up with.

Her hair was a big knot mass that was pulled out of her face with an old rubber band. And her eyes... Harry remembered when he had thought they were so beautiful, not a colour but something so different and full of life. They had almost been silver they were so bright. Now they were nothing more than a dull shade that looked like they would never shine again.

(This is when Harry and Voldermort are dueling and Harry sees his parents).

"Harry," his mother whispered, her voice so soft and sweet. "Take the girl; help give her back the freedom that was taken from her."

Harry's eyes flickered to where Elle sat, still clutching Cedric's hand. He had almost forgotten she was there, only ever hearing the occasional sob that she could no longer contain behind her pale lips.

"Harry," it was Cedric's voice now. "Take my body back with you. Take my body back to my parents..."

"I will," Harry gasped, answering both questions, glancing over again to Cedric's body with Elle right next to it. At least they were close together; he wouldn't have to run to get her to the body, wasting time they had little of.

"Do it now," Harry's father whispered urgently. "Be ready to run... Do it now!"

Harry cried out loud as he jerked his wand upwards, the connection breaking as he did so. He didn't see what happened after that, he was running, his legs pumping as he charged straight towards Elle and Cedric's body. Each step was agony as he tried to ignore the pain from his leg. He could hear Death Eater's running after him yelling spells as they went, he could see the flashes of the spells missing him by inches, smashing gravestones. He could feel some of the shards ricochet off his body as he ran past. But he kept going.

He could see Elle's shocked face more clearly. He was almost there; he reached his arm out to her. Although still shocked and traumatised she reached for him too. His hand grasped hers before he turned to the portkey Cup. "Accio Cup!" he yelled.

His eyes searched back to where he had just run from, looking for his parents. He wanted to see them, one last time... But they were gone. He didn't have time to feel sorrow as the Cup flew to his right hand, his left hand still grasping Elle's, her other hand holding Cedric's.

The last thing Harry heard was Voldermort's screams of rage.

And then they were spinning. Harry squeezed his eyes as tightly shut as they would go. He heard Elle gasp and felt her clutching his hand more tightly. If she wasn't so frail and weak it probably would have caused Harry more pain, but she wasn't that strong so he barely noticed. His mind was somewhere else though. He had seen his parents, he spoke to them, and he wanted to again. Somehow...

Harry felt his body slam into the ground. He heard Elle's soft grunt as she fell next to him still clutching his hand. There was no sound from the body that fell next to her. There never would be again. He tried to sit up. They were all on top of each other, tangled. He clung to Cedric's arm, a sob escaped from his chest. He couldn't hold them back; he had had too much to deal with in the short amount of time, another sob followed.

Then he heard it. His name being yelled by many different people, footsteps all running in their direction, the babbling of people asking hundreds of questions, he couldn't block them out.

"What happened?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Who's that?"

"Is that supposed to be part of it?"

It was only then that Harry was aware that Elle had finally let go of Cedric and was sitting, hiding, behind him, afraid of the huge crowd of people rushing over. Dazed, Harry looked around. He could see hundreds of sets of eyes all staring at him, all of them utterly baffled, not understanding what just happened. His eyes searched for Ron and Hermione in the crowd but he couldn't find them.

"Harry!" One urgent voice stood out from the rest; Dumbledore's. His hands reached Harry first and pulled him so he was facing his headmaster. Dumbledore's eyes were not glistening as they usually did. They were full of fear and confusion.

"He's back!" he finally managed to choke out. "Voldermort's back!" Dumbledore's eyes flashed. Harry couldn't work out what sort of expression was painted on the old man's face, but it scared him.

The voices around them seemed to be getting louder. Harry closed his eyes and tried to block them out again, but it didn't seem to help, if anything, they got louder.

"Cedric!"

"Is he...?"

"What?"

"He's dead!"

He was vaguely aware of other people talking to him, asking questions, trying to calm him down. He could feel someone pulling at his hands, trying to pry them from Cedric's body, which he was still clinging to, refusing to let go.

His shoulder was aching it felt bruised. The pain seemed to get worse; then he realised it was Elle's hand gripping it, terrified. She was still hiding behind him. Harry could hear people talking to her, yelling at her.

"Was it you? Did you kill him?! One voice demanded, louder than the others.

"N-n-no! I wasn't... I didn't... I-" she stammered.

Suddenly a pair of hands was more forceful at pulling Harry's hands.

"Harry," Dumbledore whispered.

"He wanted me to bring his body back. He wanted me to bring him back to his parents," Harry croaked, still refusing to let go.

"Yes, okay, alright. You did the right thing. You're both home and you're safe. You can let go now..." Dumbledore's word's soothed.

Harry's hands slowly loosened as he leant away from Cedric's body, he could feel Elle behind him as she clung closer to him. He could feel her trembling.

"Who's this?" Dumbledore asked Harry calmly as he looked at Elle, confused by her beaten and terrified state.

"They had her. They took her at the World Cup, I couldn't leave her..." Harry answered. He knew he wasn't making any sense but Dumbledore seemed to understand. Elle remained silent behind him, too afraid to speak.

The murmuring continued and Harry recognised one of the voices belonged to Cornelius Fudge, but all the rest just seemed fuzzy.

"We should move the body, get Potter to the Hospital Wing," he could hear Fudge whispered to Dumbledore.

The muttering continued, the voices still unrecognisable.

"Diggory's parents?"

"They're in the stands."

"What about Potter and the girl? He's injured and she looks terribly ill."

"Who is she?"

Harry then felt someone pulling at him, "C'mon son, let's get you out of here."

"No–" Harry tried to protest.

"You look like hell," the voice growled in his ear. "Up you get."

Harry was then pulled to his feet. His leg was still throbbing, his scar burning; he could barely stand, but the person pulling him supported most of his weight, half carrying him.

He felt Elle's hands being pulled off him, a bit too forcefully Harry thought, but he could still hear her sobs as they were dragged away from the maze together. Wherever they were going he wasn't going to leave her. He was the only one that knew the truth and – from what he had heard – people were blaming her for what had happened to Cedric.

He could still feel the many sets of eyes watching them being pulled away from the scene; everyone still unknown to the fact that Voldermort was back.

Harry felt relieved at being taken back to the castle, away from everyone's judgmental eyes. He still didn't know who was dragging him along until they got to the stone steps. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. It was Mad-Eye Moody.

"What happened, Potter?" he asked as they walked through the castle.

Harry explained everything that happened as best he could. The pain in his scar made it hard for him to concentrate. He just wanted to shut down, to forget everything that had happened this night. Well almost everything, the image of his parents flowed back into his mind.

Moody's office door opened and he lead them both inside. Harry stood there numbly staring off into nowhere. BANG! Harry jumped. He heard Elle gasp, as she was startled as well. Moody walked away from the door that he had just locked loudly with a strange look on his face. Harry began to feel a bit uneasy. Something wasn't right.

(Carries on as it does in the book, except with Elle hiding behind Harry)

Hope you're enjoying it! Forgot to mention with the first chapter, this is my first ever fanfic so please review and tell me what you think. Sorry it jumps around a bit, no point adding in unimportant bits. Next chapter, find out what happened with Elle.