Chapter 11

Krum had been found stunned not far from me. However, he hadn't seen the man. Harry had watched my talk with Dumbledore silently, looking guilty. Snape had determined I would be fine after some sleep, then proceeded to carry me up to the Slytherin common room. Montague had been waiting for me on the sofa, he jumped up and ran over the minute we had entered the room. I fell asleep with my head on his lap in front of the fire.

From then on Montague refused to let me out of his sight, except for classes. He didn't even allow me to be alone with Harry, having decided it was my brother's fault for leaving me on my own and that I should have been Harry's first priority. During classes I was placed under Draco's watchful eye - I didn't mind this particularly because we were such good friends anyway. It was nice that he cared so much about me, way more than my brother did.

Before it was possible to blink, we had arrived in June. The entire castle had become very excited at the prospect of the third task, expect for the champions. Us four were so nervous. Usually fourth years would have exams to worry about, however, as champions, Harry and I were exempt.

On the morning of the third task my appetite completely disappeared. Montague was trying to persuade me to eat, Draco had already given up, I was in no mood to stomach anything.

"Miss Potter," it was my head of house, "your family are here to see you."

I looked up at him and smiled, "thanks Sir," I replied before turning to Montague, "see you at lunch love."

For the third task, families of the champions had been invited to watch. Harry had also gotten up, looking confused. However, I guessed the Weasleys were here to see both of us - that would mean we would have to talk.

The first red headed member of my adopted family that I spotted was Molly at the other side of the chamber. She met my gaze and greeted me with a large hug. Arthur then followed suit, as did their eldest son, Bill.

"Hiya guys!" I greeted happily as they hugged Harry.

"Hello you two," replied Arthur, "congratulations, youngest two are leading the tournament…."

We blushed simultaneously as Bill continued, "Charlie wanted to come, couldn't get time off. Said you were both fantastic in the first task."

Charlie was the second eldest and worked as a dragon handler. Unfortunately, when he had come to Hogwarts with the dragons, I had not been able to see him. Which was a shame really, though I got on better with Bill.

"I'm just pleased I survived to be honest mate," I commented lazily, "I could have drowned in the second task if Montague's parents hadn't brewed me that potion!"

He nodded, "that was good of them, I'll have to thank them."

"You'll see them later," I explained, "they're coming to watch as Lord Grey is one of the school governors."

He smiled and put a brotherly arm around my shoulders, shooting Fleur, who was standing across the room with her parents, an approving grin. I watched as she flashed him one of her dazzling smiles.

I was surprised when Montague let me drag him to the Griffindor table for lunch. His friends were laughing at him good-naturedly. Molly, however, was examining the boy beside me.

"Hello Montague," greeted Arthur, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Montague shook Arthur's hand and spoke politely with all who spoke with him. It wasn't very often a Slytherin sat at the Griffindor table so we were getting a lot of funny looks. The rest of the day passed far too quickly.

"Would the champions please make their way to the maze," announced the Headmaster.

Butterflies erupted in the pit of my stomach and I kissed Montague on the cheek and, feeling slightly ill, made my way down to the Quidditch pitch.

Before I knew what was happening, the stands were full. Everyone was talking excitedly. Joking. Laughing . How I wanted to join them. I didn't want to be doing this, I never had. It was like handing myself down on a platter with half a matchstick as protection. I was practically defenceless. Like a lamb to the slaughter.

Dumbledore was speaking, but my ears had stopped working. I watched as he silenced the crowd. Then Bagman came forward and spoke once again. Then, he blow the whistle. It had begun.

I moved swiftly into the maze and watched, horrified, as the entrance sealed itself behind me. The hedges were at least 20 feet tall, I felt so small and insignificant. After lighting my wand, I continued down the dusty path. My eyes spotted nothing as my legs drew me on, all I had to do was find the cup - then I'd be out of here.

Bagman's whistle sounded some distance away, Harry was in here somewhere. Though, I didn't know where he was so the information was useless.

I took a left turn and continued down the track. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning on the spot, I found myself facing a tall beautiful women. She smiled at me, revealing two pointy teeth.

"What are you going to do now?" she whispered silkily, meeting my gaze as she moved towards me.

Think, Kirsty, Think! I thought to myself, we'd done vampires.

"I won't run," I whispered, "I have no reason to be afraid if I give my blood willingly."

"Then you have nothing to fear from me, I am full I just want to play," she explained, "you may go."

I bowed low to her, showing the respect they crave, before quickly taking a right and continuing on my journey. The third whistle of the night pieced the air, Krum was in. I hoped I did find him, I'd feel much safer.

Once again, I had found a path with very few obstacles. Strange really, everyone else seemed to have huge difficulties with the other tasks, other than Harry…. The whistle blew for the last time. I continued searching wildly, turning at every small noise. The cup had to be here somewhere….

"Point me," I told my wand. I did. I was going in about the right direction but could do with taking the next left…..

Suddenly I found myself on the ground, looking in front of me I also found another girl, Fleur.

"Hello," I greeted, offering a hand, "sorry about that, wasn't watching were I was going…."

"No, don't worry," she whispered, "I just want to leave, I'm going to find somewhere safe and shot up red sparks at some point, I nearly got killed by a dementor boggart a second ago."

Boggarts turn into whatever you fear the most, I didn't like them at the best of times, "do you wanna come with me? I'd rather be with someone else for a bit."

She nodded and, with a grim look on our faces, we set off in the direction of the cup.

We had been walking for about half an hour when it happened. One minute we were walking and chatting, then the next I had a wand at my throat and Fleur was whimpering on the ground. Shifting my head to the side I saw someone that I didn't expect, Krum.

"Krum what are you doing?" I asked.

He didn't reply, just stunned Fleur and matched on with me. The wand was cold against the skin on my throat and I was shaking. A few minutes later we turned to see red sparks fly from where Fleur was lying, that meant Harry was close.

Sure enough, a few seconds later Krum collapsed beside me. I turned to see my twin brother and hugged him.

"You ok?" he asked, sending up red sparks for Krum.

I nodded, "Shall we go on?"

Finally, we got there. It was the most magnificent sight in the centre of the maze, like some sort of unearthly beacon.

"Shall we take it together?" asked Harry.

I nodded, I would win overall then anyway, "touch it when I say, One - Two - Three - Now!"

Suddenly, we felt a familiar pull at our belly buttons - the cup was a portkey!

Before I knew what was happening, I was on the ground. Harry landed with a dull thud next to me. The grass beneath me was damp and was in the process of soaking the front of me. I sat up carefully and checked for broken bones, after finding there were none I turned to face the surrounding area. It was difficult to see much really, everything was bathed in the pale light of the half moon.

"We're in a graveyard," I whispered.

Harry nodded, "but why? I don't think it's part of the challenge….Keep you wand at hand Kirsty."

"Ssh!" I hissed, "someone's coming!"

A figure carrying a small bundle had appeared out of the shadows. I couldn't make out a face and their black robes covered any distinctive features. Harry and I stood up and made to move, however, before we could do so, our scars exploded with pain.

Harry was on the floor, gripping his forehead. My spare hand tightly clutching my painful left arm, what was happening? I watched, unable to do anything because of the pain, as Harry was dragged and magically bound to one of the graves. The same thing soon happened to me and I was placed on the expensive looking grave beside Harry.

We watched the figure fumbling with the knots that bond me. I watched the man carefully to see if I could discover his identity…..then I saw it! He had a finger missing!

"Peter Pettigrew?" I gasped, "what are you doing?"

The man's hood fell back and revealed the scrawny, rat like, face. He refused to answer as he checked mine and Harry's knots. Then, from deep inside his robes, he drew out two stands of black material. The first piece he stuffed in Harry's mouth and the second in mine. I tried to bite his fingers, but he held my head still and eventually managed it.

I soon discovered that I could look nowhere but directly in front of me. Wormtail was busying himself at a huge cauldron before us. The bundle was at his feet and I watched as a huge snake slithered in front of me. I listened carefully as it hissed,

"Master….Master's coming…"

My body began to shake violently. I was not at all pleased with my situation.

"Hurry," hissed a high, cold voice from the direction of the bundle.

My eyes followed the potion as it bubbled and sparkled.

"It's ready master," murmured Wormtail, an ex friend of my father's.

"Now…"

Wormtail reached down and lifted something from the bundle. When I saw what it was, I was almost sick. The stretched skin that covered the retched creature seemed about to spilt, I wouldn't describe it as human. Blind and helpless, Wormtail gently lowered the thing into the bubbling concoction. We all heard it hit the bottom. I prayed it had drowned.

In a shaking voice, Wormtail started to chant, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son."

There was a loud crack from beside me and I watched as Wormtail levitated a collection of dust into the cauldron. The potion suddenly turned blue.

His voice became almost un-understandable, "Flesh - of the servant, willingly given, you will - revive - your m-master…."

Then, to my disgust, he used a small silver knife to relieve himself of a hand. His scream echoed around the graveyard before he started to walk towards myself and Harry. When he reached me he grabbed my arm and slit the skin open, gathering blood on the blade as he muttered,

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

He staggered back to the cauldron and placed it in before repeating the same thing with Harry. Then, then he waited.

I had no idea what would happen next, whether or not I would survive. A thick mist was gathering above the potion. We all now it had worked when a shadowy figure appeared within it and called,

"Robe me."

Wormtail handed the thing the robes that lay on the floor before returning to his weeping position on the ground. A tall man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at us with a pare of bright red eyes. Lord Voldermort had risen again.

His face was flat with a pair of slits for nostrils and his skin was pale. He was flexing his long fingers and taking a few steps to test his new feet.

"Hold out your arm Wormtail," he hissed.

Wormtail groaned and held the other arm to his master. Voldermort rolled up the mans sleeve and showed the dark mark that was tattooed on his skin.

This mark was a skull with a snake like tongue protruding from its mouth. In the last wizarding war it was a sign that was widely feared.

He then used one of his long fingers to press against it. My scar exploded with pain. My moans were muffled by the gag, however, Voldermort still turned.

"Miss Potter," he hissed, "my how you have grown…"

The most feared wizard of the age moved towards me as he carefully, almost gently, removed the gag from my mouth. Small tears of fright were rolling down my cheeks. He ignored them however.

"I've heard many interesting things about you from Wormtail here," he hissed gently, "I hear you have been sorted into the house of my ancestors."

I nodded.

"Answer me with 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir'," he ordered angrily.

I replied obediently, "Yes Sir."

"You can also speak parsletongue?"

"Yes sir."

"You are also good friends with a young Mr Malfoy and the son of Lord Grey?"

"Yes sir and I am in a relationship with Lord Grey's son."

I shivered as he grinned at me evilly, I had a feeling I should have stuck with the 'yes sir.'

For the next half hour I watched as one by one adults in long black robes appeared. Each kissed the hem of their master's robes before backing into a huge circle. Voldermort than spoke to each of them, Nott, Macnair, Crabbe, Goyle, Lucius Malfoy…..though there were many gaps within the circle. He then told them the story of his rebirth before turning the attention on Harry and myself, just what I wanted.

"….and let my introduce our guests of honour, the Potter twins…."

They all gasped as they followed Voldermort to surround us. Voldermort walked over to me and began to stroke my cheek in small circles in a comforting motion.

"Let me introduce you to Miss Kirsty Potter, she is a Slytherin and a girlfriend of Montague Grey. I would like to thank her dutifully for the part her and her brother played in my rebirth of course," then he turned to Harry - but did not touch him, "This is Mr Harry Potter. A Griffindor by heart and blood. I fear that, unlike his sister, he will not be tempted. Though, as a merciful Lord, I will grant him the choice to join me or die."

A malevolent laugh ran around the group as Voldermort flicked his wand and released the bonds on both of us,

"Now, Harry Potter, we shall duel. Lucius, hold his sister, but be gentle."

Lucius picked me carefully up from where I had fallen on the ground, before gripping my arms relatively firmly so that I could not escape. It felt horrible to feel so helpless as I watched my brother fight on his own for his life. After many long minutes I watched as a green light excited the end of Voldermort's wand, meeting a stream of red from Harry's. Myself and the Death Eaters watched as strands of gold light formed a barrier around the two foes. I felt Lucius' hands relax from my arms and I felt my legs carry me over and through.

Inside it was like a safe bubble and I could hear the happy singing of a phoenix fill me. Around me brother I watched as a group of figures spoke to him. After a few moments, one turned to face me.

"Dad?" I whispered, staring disbelievingly at the man before me.

"Kirsty," he greeted tearfully, "how you've grown, your mother shall speak to you in a minute, when she has finished with Harry…."

Sure enough a red headed women turned from my twin to face me, "Kirsty," she whispered, "what's happened?"

I shook my head, "to much mum, to much to explain. I'm not the child you wanted me to be, I'm a disappointment. I'm a Slytherin who's friends with the children of your enemy's."

"You're not Kirsty," whispered my mum, "As long as you're happy I advise you to follow your heart."

"You've had to grow up without us," explained my dad, "we love you both no matter what."

"Kirsty, listen closely," ordered my mum, "when Harry breaks the link run to the portkey and get home. We love you, remember that….."

Far to quickly the bond was broken and Harry and I dashed to the portkey. Just before we disappeared I watched as Voldermort shouted to Lucius and pointed to me.

A/N: I Think that's that closest to a cliffy I've had, Hope you're all enjoying this!!

TBC…..