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You know how Kyuubi's chakra is orange and the Two-Tail's is blue? I'm going to interpret Shukaku's as purple. (This will make more sense when you get to it)

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First off, I must apologize to AvatardsUnite MM because I totally forgot about her catching the 850th review! I'm so sorry and here is a batch of my famous, homemade chocolate chip cookies! Please forgive!

I also have to thank The Laughing Phoenix for catching the 950th review! Yay! She has asked for something similar to the last request, and now we get to see how Naruto grew! Hope I did a good job.

Oh, and one more thing . . . I TOTALLY KNEW IT!! -happy dance- Naruto manga chapter 449 was totally awesome! I am so happy right now.

Harry couldn't believe it. Just when something right and fantastic was about to happen to him, his bad luck seemed to strike again. Instead of standing in front of an energetic crowd and sharing the glory of winning with Cedric, Harry found himself bleeding, bound, and terrified with a dead Cedric at his feet. Oh, and Voldemort just gained a new body—complete with some of Harry's blood which meant his mother's dying wish no longer gave him an advantage over the Dark Lord.

Perfect.

As the man formerly known as Tom Riddle droned on and on about how he was resurrected, Harry fought against his bindings once more. Just then Voldemort held up a slender finger and sniffed the air through his thin nostrils. "They're coming." Harry blinked.

"What?"

The Dark Lord sneered and leaned in close to Harry. "Your friends."

Harry's eyes widened in fear. "If you so much as lay a finger on Ron or Hermione I swear I'll—"

Voldemort waved his hand in irritation. "Not them! Your friends of actual interest." The young wizard frowned in confusion for a moment then gasped as he realized who he was talking about.

"No," he said weakly.

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and Harry could only watch in horror at the events that unfolded.

The instant Gaara's feet hit solid ground he was yanked off his feet and thrust into a box. It was completely dark and he wondered briefly for a moment if he had gone blind. The sand reacted immediately but to his surprise and dismay he found it stopped responding a few seconds later. It took Gaara a split second to realize why it wouldn't respond, and when he did he found he had never been so scared for his life.

He was drowning.

Whomever the enemy was, they knew his weakness well. He thrashed against the small area he was contained in, only to find it was solid metal and all his kicking and punching barely made any dents. He desperately tried to think of any jutsu he could use, but the lack of oxygen made it difficult to think or concentrate. Pretty much all his jutsu used sand anyway.

As the seconds passed Gaara's movements became slower and more sluggish. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and he had mere seconds to live before he would die. When he couldn't control himself any longer, Gaara involuntarily swallowed some water.

At that instant the top of the box flew open and three pairs of hands grabbed him. He was thrown roughly on the ground and he struggled to get all the water out of his lungs while gulping as much air as he could. Through the fog in his brain the shinobi heard someone bellow, "Bindus Morcus Lacendium!" Ropes seemed to shoot out of nowhere and they tightly wrapped around his body, rendering him immovable—not that he had the strength to move anyway. He was feeling rather weak and dazed at the moment. When he finally cleared his head sufficiently enough to understand what was going on, Gaara almost wanted to be put back into the box.

Naruto hadn't fared much better. When the world stopped spinning a voice yelled, "Petrificus Totalus!" His body froze immediately and before he could fall over someone grasped him from behind and tried to move him. Everything was a blur for the moment but he knew that he wasn't going down without a fight. Pouring out his chakra, he fought against the invisible bonds and his efforts were soon rewarded.

The man who held him swore and Naruto threw his head back and was pleased to hear a satisfying snap! He hoped he broke the guy's nose. Just a few more seconds, he thought. He was almost free and all he could see was his blue chakra flying all over the place.

Just as he regained mobility in his legs, it felt like a few bolts of lighting struck his body from behind. When it was over the genin collapsed on the ground, momentarily paralyzed.

"Bindus Morcus Lacendium!" Ropes snaked around his body and Naruto gasped as he felt his chakra paths blocked off. He was unable to move and the hands came again and tossed him into a chair. Not having access to any of his chakra left him with a slight headache. His eyes shifted to the person beside him.

"G-Gaara?" The redhead grimaced at him and nudged his head forward. Naruto followed his gaze and his mouth dropped open.

Standing in front of them was a very menacing wizard, his thin form wrapped in dark robes with red eyes and a bald head that reflected the pale light of the moon.

"Welcome, friends," the man chuckled. "So pleased you could make it tonight. You are, after all, two of my . . . guests of honor." He gave a slight bow and Naruto heard laughing behind him. He was unable to turn around, but from the glimpses he had seen while fighting they were all dressed the same in dark, hooded robes.

"Where's Harry and Cedric?" Naruto demanded, growling as he spoke.

"Oh, they're right here." The man stepped to the side and gestured to a tomb behind him. Naruto and Gaara gasped as they saw Harry bound and bleeding with Cedric clearly dead on the ground nearby.

"What are they doing here?" Harry demanded. "It's me you want!"

"Quite right," the man sneered. "Though—just like you, these young boys have a part to play in my resurrection."

"Resurrection?" Naruto exclaimed. "Who are you?"

"Lord Voldemort." Naruto and Gaara's eyes widened in shock. Wasn't he supposed to be dead? How was this happening?

"Young Harry here just witnessed my glorious rebirth," Voldemort went on to explain. "And now he has the privilege to witness my ascension to full power."

"What are you talking about?" Harry demanded.

Voldemort tsked as if he were disappointed in Harry. "Haven't you figured it out already, my dear boy?" The Dark Lord walked over to the two bound shinobi and stood in front of them. The genin shuddered as he placed a thin, spidery hand on each of their cheeks and gently caressed their face. "After spending so much time with them I'm sure you've realized that they are quite special." He turned back around and faced Harry while placing a hand on each of their heads.

"There is something inside of them with enormous energy, with more power than any of us could hope to imagine," he explained. "My associates and I have been working tirelessly since their arrival in this world to figure out how to procure this power." The genin winced as Voldemort grabbed their hair tightly and bent their heads back.

"And we succeeded."

Voldemort's hands lit up and the two shinobi cried out in pain. Harry stared in horror as orange, cloudy discharge came out through Naruto's eyes and mouth and snaked up Voldemort's arms. The same thing happened to Gaara though his was a purple discharge.*

"I can feel the power flowing into me!" Voldemort yelled over their screams, his voice echoing as if he were in a tunnel. "I've never felt so alive in my life!"

Kakashi landed on the ground none too gracefully, falling headfirst into a large bush. At least it's not full of roses, he thought dryly. He picked himself up and glanced around his surroundings, all the while probing for Naruto or Gaara's chakra as well as Harry and Cedric's magical signature.

From what he could tell they were four miles from his position, leaving him quite pleased. Wasn't too far off the mark. Without wasting another moment the jounin took off in their direction. They seemed to be surrounded by a very dense concentration of magic and Kakashi knew he would be dealing with some very powerful wizards.

What distressed him though was how faint the signals seemed to be, with Cedric's actually being nonexistent. Kakashi held onto the false hope that he was severely injured and the other magical signatures were interfering with his sensing capabilities somehow. He couldn't be too sure in this dimension.

What did they want anyway? Harry was pretty much a given, seeing as how Kakashi had been warned by Dumbledore in the first place. Cedric was obviously a glitch in the plans, something the enemy hadn't anticipated. Since the trophy was obviously meant for Harry, it meant that Fleur and Krum were not attacked by the animals but by the enemy, and either Cedric escaped or the enemy hadn't made it to him yet back there.

As for Naruto and Gaara . . . Kakashi almost didn't want to know. Were they taken for their power? If so, then the enemy didn't know exactly what they were dealing with. Young they may be, but from personal experience, Kakashi knew that bijuu were something not to be reckoned with. It didn't ease his fears though. There was still so much that Kakashi didn't know about this strange world so who's to say they didn't have methods that could separate them from their demons? In his reading the matter of Dark Magic was frequently touched upon as dangerous and the full capabilities were as of yet unknown.

Kakashi hoped it wouldn't come to that. From what he heard about the bijuu extractions that were done in Suna, the Jinchuuriki never survived the process. Just hold on, he pleaded.

To the jounin's surprise he slipped on one of the buildings he tried to jump off of and he collapsed on the ground on top of something metal. It knocked the breath out of him and Kakashi's head throbbed with pain while his world went black.

A couple seconds later the feeling passed, leaving Kakashi quite confused. He pushed himself off the metal and looked back at it, recognizing it from his readings to be what the people of this dimension called a "car." Ever since reading about it, he had wanted to see what one looked like up close and be granted the chance to examine how they worked.

Kakashi shook his head. What was he doing? His students and friends were in trouble and he was being distracted! And what was the deal with that feeling from earlier? Kakashi's eyes widened in fear as he remembered what happened right before he left the maze.

The enemy must have shot me with something, he figured. But what— He gasped as he realized what must have occurred. The toxin! The man who attacked Mr. Crouch must have injected him with a liquid form of the toxin he encountered earlier! It seemed like he changed it so it was slow-acting, since it didn't seem to be affecting him outright like before. He most likely didn't have much time left, so he had to save the genin and wizards before it was too late. With new vigor Kakashi took off towards them, silently praying once again that they would hold on until he got there.

When he had about a quarter of a mile left to go, Kakashi fell down once more, the previous feeling returning. His vision blacked out for a moment and his head felt like it would split open. As he plummeted to the earth Kakashi desperately tried to reach out for something to stall him but his sense of smell and place were also inhibited.

Once the feeling disappeared Kakashi slowly pushed himself up off the ground, wincing as he did so. As soon he could see, the jounin glanced around to see where he had turned up this time, hoping no one had noticed his arrival.

"Hey buddy . . . are—are you all right?" Kakashi turned toward the voice and discovered to his dismay that his fall had been seen by three men. Though, judging by their stumble and the pungent smell lingering around them, he could pass off his strange appearance as an effect of their drinking.

"What . . . what did you do to the ground, man?"

Kakashi followed the second man's gaze and swore quietly. His less than graceful landing had caused a large crater in the cement. Physical evidence. It would explain the sharp pain in his back though.

"Maa—I just tripped into the hole," he chuckled. "Guess I didn't see it." That explanation seemed to appease the men and one even stepped forward to lend a hand. "Thanks." The man smiled back but his expression quickly turned into one of concern.

"Whatcha do to your arm, man?" Kakashi looked at his right arm and noticed it was bleeding. Strange, I didn't even notice.

"Must have hit it when I fell," Kakashi shrugged. "It's noth—" The jounin clutched his head tightly as the dizziness returned once again with more force. The lapses between each episode were decreasing and Kakashi knew it was just a matter of time before either it would last for so long it would put him into a coma or result in his death.

He could barely make out someone yelling in concern, the muffled voices coming from all directions. Kakashi blindly fumbled for his weapon pouch and snatched a small vial out from it. Without hesitation he clicked it open and plunged it into his thigh. Almost immediately the pain and disorientation subsided.

"—need to get him to the hospital! Frank, give me a hand!"

Kakashi blinked and shook his head to drive away the lingering fog in his brain. He knew the antidote he used wouldn't last for long but at the moment it was working. Each jounin was equipped with a generic antidote to tide them over until a more specialized one was available should they need it.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," Kakashi protested as the two men dragged him along.

"Sure," the first one snorted. "Like we'll believe that."

"You fell to your knees and couldn't hear us," Frank explained.

"Either you had too much to drink or you're using," the first one said. "We can't let you wander around by yourself."

Kakashi sighed. He didn't want to be rude to Frank and his friends when they were trying to be kind, but his students were in grave danger.

"You don't understand, I need to—" Kakashi's eye widened as he felt the demon's chakra suddenly cloud his senses. He had to get there now!

"Hey!" Kakashi felt a light slap on his face. "Stay with us, man!" Kakashi brought himself back to where he was and saw the three men staring at him fearfully.

"You keep spacing out!" the third man said.

"That's it—to the hospital with you," the first man said firmly. Kakashi sighed.

"I'm really sorry, but if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I must get going," he said cheerfully, bringing his hand up for a small salute. Before they could blink Kakashi jumped into the air and continued on his way.

Frank, Rob, and Brian all stared in shock at the place the strange man had stood. "On second thought—let's not go over to Carson's. I think we've had enough to drink tonight," Rob said slowly. His friends silently agreed.

All Naruto could see was a hazy orange fog and he could actually feel Kyuubi's chakra being stripped from his body through his mouth and eye sockets. The pain was excruciating, almost as if he were being turned inside out with thousands of miniature needles tugging on him. His ears were undamaged though, and he could hear his own screams intermixing with Kyuubi's furious protests inside his mind. The demon was making every type of threat it could, describing how it would devour Voldemort limb by limb once he had the chance. He even told Naruto that if he didn't fight back and the process was completed—he would perish as well.

Not that he wasn't trying. Every part of Naruto's consciousness that wasn't starting to shut down from the pain was focused on trying to re-establish a connection with his own chakra and break out of Voldemort's grasp. Though from the combination of the strange rope spell and the obvious paralysis the spell that Voldemort was using caused—he wasn't going to break free anytime soon.

Gaara was suffering the same effects as well. Without access to his chakra he felt blind and desperately fought against the effects to try and make contact with the sand in his robe. He just needed to make some of his sand move!

Kakashi stared in shock at the scene before him. He had finally reached the area where he sensed the demons' chakra, and it was clear his students were in grave danger. They were bound and sitting in a chair with the demons' chakra being slowly pulled out of them by a powerful man in between them. Cedric was lying on the floor dead, while Harry was bound to a tombstone a few meters in front of Kakashi's hiding place, preventing the jounin from getting a good look at him. He focused his attention back on his students after his assessment of the wizard boys.

The purple and orange chakra coiled up the man's arms and then entered into his own eyes and mouth. His entire body was encased in a pale glow that was a mixture of the two colors. Even from back where he was, Kakashi felt his body weighed down by the raw energy being emitted. From what he could tell, somehow the mysterious wizard had unlocked a way to forcibly separate a Jinchuuriki from his demon and if this progressed any further—Naruto and Gaara would surely die. One thought ran through his mind, I must protect my comrades.

Kakashi immediately unveiled his Sharingan, performed the necessary seals, gripped his right arm, brought his deadly jutsu to life, and charged at the offending man.

Sensing the disturbance, Voldemort let go of the boys and stared at the charging ninja. He grinned, each eye glowing with residual power from his previous actions—giving him a deranged look with his discolored eyes.

Within seconds his faithful and dimwitted followers Apparated in the shinobi's path, wands at the ready. Voldemort folded his arms in anticipation at what would happen next. I hope you are as powerful as my servant led me to believe.

Kakashi knew he was in trouble the moment he took off from his hiding place in the bushes. The antidote was wearing off and he was unable to use the majority of his inhuman speed. Thankfully his Sharingan was still working, but it increased his energy drain exponentially. This would have to be fast or else he wouldn't be any help at all.

The first two wizards were easy enough to dispatch. Kakashi simply dodged their spells and delivered a swift kick to their side, sending them to their knees. The next two were smarter and kept their distance but a few well thrown kunai in their direction kept them out of his way.

He had the pleasure of slitting the throat of the fifth one though. The man was bold enough to attack him that directly, but it was the last mistake he ever made.

There was only one left, standing in front of the main offender. He had long, silvery hair that fell daintily on his shoulders and if he had the time, Kakashi would have rather enjoyed taunting him.

The jounin's vision in both eyes started to deteriorate, with darkness slowly creeping in from the sides. It had to be now or never. Kakashi drew back his right hand at the same moment the silver-haired man yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"

Kakashi didn't have the energy or speed to jump out of the way of the green spell headed straight for him, but he did have enough time to raise his arm and block the spell with his chidori. It pulsated with the power the man was continuously emitting at him, glowing from blue to green. Kakashi's heels dug into the earth as he struggled to hold up against the Unforgivable Curse, but then his now green chidori exploded in a large flash of green sparks, sending him spiraling into the air.

The only noise that could be heard was the sound of his lifeless body colliding onto the ground next to Cedric.

"NOOOO!" Naruto couldn't believe his eyes. It just wasn't possible. Kakashi was one of the greatest shinobi of the village—he couldn't die! He always seemed like one of those people who would live forever.

Before Sasuke left, they certainly had their close calls. With Kakashi's reputation being what it was, they ran into a larger number of powerful shinobi than most teams. As a result they gained a lot more experience, but it was always Kakashi in the end who saved them. After so many near death encounters, the three genin always expected their sensei to get better, but they still slept easier whenever he was released from the hospital.

However, it seemed as if his good luck had just run out. Naruto closed his eyes and tried to search for his sensei's chakra but discovered he couldn't. The ropes were still around him and blocked his chakra. He had figured out earlier how to distinguish magical signatures from chakra signatures, as well as signatures that came from living beings as opposed to inanimate objects that had been magicked. He was rather proud of this accomplishment, having figured it out all by himself, and Kakashi was as well.

Naruto clenched his teeth tightly and fought back the tears that threatened to fall. Now was not the time for crying like a child. While he knew one of the shinobi rules was to not show any emotion, Naruto found there was another take one could have on it. It was obviously created to disuade any strong and powerful emotions that would cause a lack in judgement, and Naruto knew that to be true. Whenever he fought out of anger or fear, his movements were hasty and not well thought out. However, Naruto found it difficult and unwise to completely bury his emotions. They were what kept him human and defined him.

And so, Naruto preferred to interpret the 25th shinobi rule to mean that a proper shinobi should transform their strong emotions into something that fueled their actions. Turn that fear or anger into the determination and persistence that would give him an edge over his opponent. If only he could get these ropes off.

"Impressive," Voldemort said, walking over to Kakashi's body. "Under the influence of a nearly fatal toxin and you still managed to kill one of my men and severely injure two others without the use of a wand." He chuckled. "I wish I could have watched you fight normally."

Gaara was simply stunned. He had killed countless people before without blinking, but Kakashi's death made his heart burn with the same pain he felt when he was lonely. He didn't know the copy nin as much as Naruto, but he somehow felt attached to him. Memories of how he would stay up with him every Sunday night and play Wizard's chess with him resurfaced, making those sleepless nights a little more endurable. How could he be dead?

The Dark Lord sniffed the air through his snake-like nostrils. "Good job, Lucius," he cackled. "Now, where were we?" He sneered at Harry before turning his attention back to the shinobi.

Harry just stared at the limp body, his mouth hanging open. First Cedric, now Kakashi? He had grown quite close to the ninja over the course of the school year, who had even accepted a request from Dumbledore to protect him. Now, he was lying lifeless on the ground before him, just like Cedric.

How many people are going to be killed at the hand of Voldemort because of me? How many more will be required to give their lives so that I can live? Harry decided then and there that he would work as hard as he could to become stronger than Voldemort, so that everyone would not have died in vain. Then he could rid the world of the one who did nothing but cause so much pain.

Voldemort reached out for the shinobi and laughed when they glared at him. "Dangerous faces for ones as young as you! Besides—haven't you learned to respect your superiors?"

"Untie us and we'll show you just how we respect people like you!" Naruto yelled.

Tom Riddle grinned and leaned in closer, showing off his sharp, ivory teeth. "As much as I would love to see a demonstration of the power children have in your dimension—you're needed for something much more important." The Dark Lord stood up and slowly paced in front of the shinobi. "Thanks to the medical records my servant obtained from the infirmary, my followers were able to figure out just how to block access to your peculiar power—or, at least your personal power. Madame Pomfrey was quite thorough, and reported about the two different types of energy you seemed to possess. One was closely connected to all your vital organs and patterned all throughout your body in a complex network, which the other was tightly focused in the lower abdomen."

"This is the power I want—the endless supply of raw energy that will make me invincible. Not even Dumbledore or the famous Harry Potter will be able to stop me." Voldemort's hands reached out for the shinobi once more.

"Leave them ALONE!" Harry wasn't going to let anyone else die tonight.

Voldemort's hands froze and then he whipped around to face the struggling boy. "Forgive me Harry, are you jealous of the attention that I'm giving your friends?" he cooed.

Harry just struggled against his bounds and growled at the Dark Lord.

"I see . . . So, do you wish to fight me, Harry Potter?" Again, Harry just glared at him.

"Anger . . . " Voldemort whispered, "Very good. Let that anger fill you up Harry, and we shall duel. But first, it would do me great pleasure to give you a taste of my newfound power . . . Crucio!"

Harry screamed so loud he felt his throat go numb, every part of him felt like it was being pressed against a hot piece of metal, it felt like his skin was peeling itself off . . . Voldemort had acquired this new power from the two shinobi, how was he ever going to defeat him now?

Just when he felt inclined to welcome death as opposed to the pain, it stopped and he lay there limply against the ropes, gasping for air.

"You are strong, Harry," the Dark Lord congratulated. "Now, we shall finally see who is stronger, because there is no one left to save you now." With a flick of his wand the cords disappeared and Harry collapsed on the ground.

"Come, come Harry!" Voldemort ordered. "I thought you wanted to kill me?" Fueled by anger and willpower alone, Harry pushed himself off the ground, and held out his wand.

"Wait, wait," Voldemort chided. "You have been taught how to properly duel, yes?" Harry didn't answer, just glared at Voldemort with an intensity that could rival Kakashi's. "We bow to each other, Harry." The Dark Lord bent down a little, all the time keeping his eyes on Harry.

"Come, the niceties must be observed . . . Dumbledore would like you to show manners . . . Bow to death, Harry . . ." Suddenly there was an invisible hand forcing him down, and he was unable to resist.

"Very good." The pressure suddenly lifted off Harry. "And now—we duel."

Naruto fought against the rope and to his surprise it gave away and he let out a sigh of relief as he felt his chakra pathways unblocked. He looked over at Gaara and saw he had done the same. They turned their attention to Harry and Voldemort's duel and saw that the men who had attacked them upon arrival were busy watching, forming a circle around the two wizards a few feet away.

"They must have released the spell," Naruto mused.

"Then now's our chance to attack," Gaara said. He pushed himself off the chair yet to his and Naruto's surprise, collapsed on the ground.

"Gaara! Are you—" Naruto leapt off his chair only to fall in a similar fashion. He suddenly felt very dizzy and had a hard time focusing. "Wha-what is . . . happening?"

Gaara waited a few seconds to answer while he lay on the ground panting. "I . . . I think I know. It looked like he was . . . extracting the bijuu, and when that was done in Suna . . . the Jinchuuriki never survived."

Naruto was silent for a moment, then declared, "Well—we're not dead yet!" With the strength that few others possessed, Naruto pushed himself into a rather shaky standing position. Once he was steady enough he held out a hand for Gaara.

The Suna shinobi was impressed, to say the least. His body was so heavy and sore he could barely crawl, let alone stand. How could Naruto do that? Suddenly Gaara recalled the time he fought Naruto for the first time. How he crawled over to him by his chin! All because his friends were in danger and he . . . loved them. Gaara had always wondered when he would be able to do the same, and it seemed like now was finally the time. He spared a glance over at Kakashi, and knew that was who Naruto was fighting for. He looked back at Naruto, his hand still extended but now there were silent tears softly falling down his face.

Love was the key, wasn't it? Well, he knew that Kakashi was an important person to him, and that he had a special connection to the jounin. Gaara was unsure if it was love, but he knew it would be enough.

He nodded at Naruto and grasped his hand, and then with the blonde's help, stood up as well. Naruto beamed at him and Gaara found himself smiling as well. Fully determined, the two made their way over to Kakashi and Cedric. They stumbled a few times and were quite slow, with each of them relying on the other for support, but they made it. The two shinobi collapsed on the floor and looked back towards Harry and Voldemort's fight just in time to see a spectacular sight.

Harry yelled, "Expelliarmus!" while Voldemort cried, "Avada Kedavra!" at the same time. The green and red lights collided and merged into a bright, deep gold, and both wands were vibrating so hard that both were struggling to hold on. Then, both suddenly rose into the air and eventually became surrounded by a golden, dome-shaped web.

Voldemort was screaming to his Death Eaters, but the shinobi were still suffering aftereffects so they couldn't hear. The two continued to gaze in shock as what appeared to be ghosts come out of Voldemort's wand and talk to Harry. The air was filled with the most beautiful song they had ever heard, which strangely enough made them feel quite peaceful inside. They watched for what seemed like forever, until Harry screamed, "NOW!" and he yanked up his wand causing him and Voldemort to plunge to the earth. The white ghosts that had been around Harry flew in front of the Death Eaters and formed a barrier between them and Harry.

As Harry charged towards them, blocking and dodging spells, he ordered, "Take Kakashi and Cedric's hands! Make sure you're all connected!" Unable to understand the strange order, they nevertheless did as they were told.

Naruto gripped Gaara's hand as well as Kakashi's, ignoring the shock of his sensei's cold and clammy flesh, while Gaara used his other hand to grab Cedric's.

"Stand aside! I will kill him! He is mine!" Voldemort shrieked. Harry dodged a curse and fell to ground, grabbing Cedric's other hand and pointed his wand at the Triwizard Cup.

"Accio!" They all gazed at the cup flying through the air and Harry caught it by the handle. As they all felt the familiar jerk behind their navels that meant they were going back, Voldemort's scream of fury echoed in their ears.

They were safe at last.

Don't kill me! *hides underneath the desk* (I did say this was a unique crossover, didn't I?) The next chapter will be up as soon as possible, though possibly not as quick as this 'cause I'll finally get to spend some time with my family! Yayz!

*Before anyone protests about Gaara's demon withdrawal, please listen to me first. I know in the anime it was orange/red, but the manga shows just white and we don't know if that's the real color or not. Plus—this is a different process, done by a wizard with dark magic and not the Akatsuki so it makes perfect sense if it doesn't seem exactly the same.

ALSO—while I know some of you wanted me to sic a 4-tailed Naruto at Voldemort (it was rather quite tempting, I assure you) I must remind you that he is 12-13 years old, and that Voldemort would die. While that might seem like a crazy reason, I still need that ##$% and if that happened in the "4th book" what about the other three? All will make sense later. XD

Voldemort will die . . . just not yet. XP (though I have a wonderful surprise for him in the next chapter)

EDIT: Some people have questions as to whether or not the demons were taken, so I will tell you that THEY WEREN'T! First of all, both of them are still alive and breathing, and if you recall, Harry interrupted Voldemort from going back to the shinobi after he inspected Kakashi. Also—the regular extraction took many days, and Voldemort couldn't have done more than a few minutes' worth.