My head was pounding. I'd taken one hell of a whack to the head. The question was why did they do it?

I opened my eyes to see where I was. Directly in front of me, I saw what looked like the grim reaper. That being the first thing that I saw when I awoke from a serious injury mildly frightened me. I climbed to my feet to examine the area more.

I was in the graveyard. Not just any graveyard, the one from my dream. I could even see the house from where I stood. I looked at the stone the statue was standing on. This was someone's family plot. I walked over to it and read it. The first name was all it took for me to realize why I was there.

Tom Riddle.

I was knocked out by a death eater and brought here for Voldemort to kill me. That was the worst case scenario right?

Then I heard what sounded like someone teleporting. I turned and looked. There, next to the TriWizard cup was Harry and Cedric.

They both climbed to their feet.

"The cup was a portkey?" Cedric asked.

"Apparently," Harry said.

They both looked over at me. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked. "And why is your head bleeding?" I reached up to my head. It was wet with blood.

"That doesn't matter right now. We have to leave," I said.

"Where are we?" Cedric asked.

". . .This. . . This is the graveyard. . . The one from the dream isn't it?" Harry asked. I nodded.

"This is the Riddle family plot," I said.

"Cedric we have to get back to the cup!" Harry yelled. But Cedric was too mesmerized by the fact that the TriWizard Cup was a portkey to notice.

Then the front doors of the house opened up which made me let out a small scream. Wormtail was walking toward us. Cedric ran over to Harry and mw, his wand out.

"Who are you?" he asked demandingly, meaning to protect Harry and me.

"Kill the spare," an eerie voice whispered from Wormtail's hands.

Then everything seemed to move in slow motion. Wormtail pulled up his wand. The words Avada Kadavra passed his lips. A beam of green light shot from the wand and hit Cedric. He fell to the ground, dead. I let out a loud scream.

"Imperio!" Wormtail let out. This time he hit Harry. I went flying back into the arms of the grim reaper who brought down his scyth in front of my neck.

There was a pot of what looked like pepto bismal brewing in front of us which Wormtail dropped the creature in his arms into. He took his wand and pointed it at Riddles grave. A bone came out the ground. "Bone of the father unknowingly given," he said as he bounced the bone into the cauldron.

He took out a knife a held it to his wrist. He then proceeded to cut his hand off which made me scream again. "Flesh of the servant willingly given." He then took the knife over to Harry. He cut his wrist which made you scream again and him scream this time. "Blood of the enemy forcibly taken," he said. He dripped the blood into the cauldron. "We've already got your blood my dear," he said pointing to my shoulder. My grey shirt was now stained red with blood.

I saw something begin to rise up out of the cauldron. It was a person. . . It was him. . .

"Harry. . . It's him. . ." I squeaked.

"It's okay. We'll come out of this okay," he said.

"Tell that to Cedric," I said. Voldemort stepped to the ground, took his wand from Wormtail and summoned his death eaters who stood in a circle around him.

"Great, an audience," I whisper. Harry nudged me.

Voldemort went around to his death eaters unmasking them and telling them how disloyal they were. These death eaters included the fathers of Goyle and Crabbe. Not to mention the notorious Lucius Malfoy.

"Oh, fuck me," I said.

"You kiss Draco with that mouth?" Wormtail snickered at me.

"You kiss Voldemort's ass with that face?" I retorted. Wormtail glared at me.

"Not even you Lucius, came to look for me," Voldemort said.

"My lord, if I'd seen any signs, heard any whisper of-"

"There were many signs and more than whispers," Voldemort said. "Leave if you're going to lie to my face."

"My Lord, I have always been faithful to you. The face that I have been obliged to wear since your disappearance. . . That is my true mask," Lucius said.

*I wish I could lie like that.*

Voldemort walked over to Cedric's body. He moved his face with his foot.

"Don't touch him! Get away!" I shouted. Voldemort took his foot off Cedric's face and looked over at me.

"I almost forgot you were here," he said excitedly. "Do you know how lies have made you two into a legend?"

"Enlighten me," Harry said sarcastically.

"What really defeated me that night. . . Love. Old magic. I did not anticipate Lily Potter giving her life for the two of you. I was not able to touch you. But now. . ." Voldemort pressed his finger to Harry's scar. Harry began to scream with pain and Voldemort began to cackle.

"See what a drop of your blood can do Potter?" Voldemort said. He took his hand away from Harry and reaching toward me he began to laugh again. Out of pure defense for myself, I spat at him. I choked up a huge loogie and shot it right down his throat. Voldemort began to cough and gag and the death eaters stared in disgust.

"Good shot," Harry said. I nod not thinking of the repercussions of this. When Voldemort regained his composure he stood up and glared at me. It was the coldest look I'd ever seen.

Voldemort pointed the wand at Harry and me. He took the scythe off us. The two of us fell to the ground and climbed to our feet. "Grab your wands. Both of you," Voldemort said.

Harry and I slowly pulled out our wands. "Now we are going to duel. I assume you know how. First we start with a bow." Voldemort bowed.

*He can't be serious!*

"Come now children, Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget the niceties. Now bow!" Voldemort shot his wands at us and made us bow. I was sure he was using the imperious curse.

Finally he released us and we were able to stand back up.

"Now are you going to respect your opponent?" Voldemort asked.

"Take your respect and shove it," I said, teeth clenched. Voldemort didn't take to kindly to this.

"Cruccio!" he shot at me. He hit me and I fell to the ground. I started to scream in pain. It was like someone was threatening to crush my bones. I felt tears streak down my face as the pain overwhelmed me.

"Let her go!" Harry yelled. Voldemort released me from the curse and I just laid on the ground and cried. I could feel myself shaking. Harry came and helped me to my feet.

"Now Potter's I am going to kill you and no one will ever question my power again and you will not be remembered as the twins who lived but as the twins that begged for death, and I, being a merciful lord, obliged," Voldemort said.

*Is this really the end? If this really how I'm going to die? Without having said goodbye to my friends family? I can't be. I'm going to make it out of here alright. I have to tell them that he back. I have to tell them what happened to Cedric. I can't die. Not now.*

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shot out.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry and I shot back. Our wands connected and the space around us lit up in a greenish red color.

Then something happened. From the center of ours wands white wisps of what appeared to be smoke appeared. They each stood on the outside of us and formed into the faces of Cedric and my parents.

"You have to let go," Lily said.

"You can do it," James said.

"Take my body back to my father," Cedric said.

"We can hold him off for a moment but then you have to get to Cup," James said.

"Let go sweetie! You're ready!" Lily said.

Harry and I let go of the spell and ran to Cedric. Harry Accioed the cup. I grabbed it suddenly I was back in the stadium.

Everyone was cheering. They didn't see that Cedric was dead or that I was there. They were just cheering. Fluer was the first to notice something wasn't right.

She walked over to us and saw that I was there. Then she saw Cedric. Her face twisted with terror. She let out a scream.

The crowd quieted down but many were still cheering. Dumbledore ran over to us. He knelt down by us. Tears streaked my faced. "Severus, take the students back to the school immediately. A boy has just been killed," Dumbledore said quietly to Snape but everyone could already see what was going on. Everyone could see Cedric was dead.

"Harry, Hannah you have to let go," Dumbledore said. I released Cedric's body, still crying and still shaking from the torture curse.

"He's back!" Harry cried. "Voldemort's back! He killed Cedric!" Professor Moody came over and took Harry away. I looked up into the stand and saw that Cho was crying.

After removing Cedric's body from the field, Dumbledore and Snape took me to the hospital wing.

"Hannah what happened?" Dumbledore asked. "How did you end up with Harry and Cedric?"

"I don't remember," I said.

"Why are you shaking?" Snape asked.

I shook my head.

"We can't help you till we know," Madame Pomfrey said walking over to me.

"He. . . He used the torture curse on me and I've been shaking ever since then," I said.

"Now can you try to remember how you ended up with Cedric and Harry?" Dumbledore asked again.

"I don't remember," I said.

"You have to try," Snape said.

"I went to the bathroom to find something for Kristen. . . Her wand. . . I was looking by the sink when I heard the door open. I thought it was Myrtle because when I turned around no one was there but then, I looked in the mirror and saw someone. They knocked me unconscious and I woke up in a graveyard. Harry and Cedric ended up there because the TriWizard cup was a portkey to that place," I explained.

"Who knocked you out?" Snape asked.

"I can't remember. I told you I can't remember," I said.

"You have to try," Dumbledore said. I thought back to what happened. I tried really hard.

*Think Hannah... Think. Who did I see in the mirror?*

Suddenly everything came flooding back to me. "Professor Moody! He knocked me out! It was him! I remember. . . He's with Harry! We have to go get Harry!" I said. I ran out the hospital wing, forgetting about Dumbledore and Snape. I had to save my brother.

I ran up the stairs to Moody's office and tried to open the door. It was locked. "Alohamora!" I pointed at the door. As if it would be that easy. "Bombarder!" I blew open the door all together.

Harry stood pinned between a wall and Moody's wand. Harry's was on the floor.

"Stupefy!" I pointed at Moody sending him flying. Running in behind you came Snape and Dumbledore, short of breath, veritaserum in hand. Dumbledore pinned Moody down while Snape gave Moody the potion.

"Do you know who I am?" Dumbledore asked.

"Albus. . . Dumbledore. . ." Moody said.

"Are you Alastor Moody?" Dumbledore went on.

"No," he said.

Snape took the canteen he was always drinking out of and smelled it. "Polyjuice potion," Snape said.

"Now we know who's been stealing from your supplies," Dumbledore said.

Snape rolled his eyes knowing he'd accused us of doing it.

"Where is the real Alastor Moody?" Dumbledore asked. Moody looked over at the trunk in his office that seemed to be moving all the time.

Snape ran over to it and opened it. We all looked down into it. The real Professor Moody was inside.

"If that's the real Professor Moody, then who is that?" Snape asked. We all turned and looked.

The Anti-Moody was twitching painfully and his face began to melt away and turn into another familiar one; the man from the dream, the man from the Quidditch cup and the man who murdered Danielle's parent's: Barty Krouch Junior.

"Merlin's beard. Didn't expect that," I said.

"Hannah, go send a letter to Azkaban," Dumbledore said.

"I'll be welcomed back like a hero!" he shouted.

"Well I've never had much time for heroes," Dumbledore said.

"Something you have to say to me little girl?" Krouch asked me, noticing I was sending him a death glare.

"You could've waited till I came out the bathroom to knock me unconscious, you perv," I said. Harry and I then proceeded to leave and headed to the owlry to send the letter to Azkaban.