Hello and congrats to the winner of my poll, Evan Rosier! You'll see him appear soon.

Now for comments (Wow, there's more than I xpected.)

Anthony37: He will. Very soon.

Abbi: I'm glad you love it and yet I'm sorry to say that it's very near an end.

Vegitunks1: Tom Riddle could never win, unfortunately. Why? Because this story says Bella hates him!

linda: *wink* thanks *wink*

Kate: Sorry, but no. Besides, I wanted his dad to be ALIVE. James wouldnt work because Bella didnt even know him until she gave harry to them. (Yeah, she gave him to strangers...)

Anthony37: First off, EWWW! You DO realize that Sirius is Bella's cousin, right? Sorry, but I DONT DO INCEST! NEVER EVER! it's just gross.

'kay, well, i'll post the next chapter tommorrow, probably.

Harry and Cedric finally came to a stop, both releasing the TriWizard Cup, and tumbling to the ground. Both rose, dusting themselves off and looking around. Where were they? It seemed like some sort of… graveyard? "No way." Cedric breathed in awe. "The Cup's a Portkey."

"I've been here before." Harry remembered. "In a dream." What dream, though? Harry struggled to remember.

Suddenly, an all-too-familiar voice sounded. "Kill the spare."

Then it clicked. "Cedric. Get back to the Cup." Harry urged. Cedric was too focused on reading—or trying to read—the gravestones. "Cedric!" Harry yelled, but it was too late. "Avada… Kedavra!" a squeakier voice sounded. A flash of green light, and Cedric fell to the ground, his eyes still open, staring at nothing.

Harry was magicked against a large tombstone, labeled Tom Riddle. Harry knew that name. And Wormtail, the man Harry'd been suspecting, came into view. He was carrying a strange bundle.

Then, Wormtail started a strange ritual, sacrificing "bone of the father", "flesh of the servant", and "blood of the enemy". The Dark Lord appeared from the cauldron.

Harry hissed an intake of breath. No… this couldn't be!

"Give me your arm, Wormtail." Lord Voldemort demanded.

"Oh, thank you master. Thank you!" Wormtail muttered, offering his wounded right arm.

"Not that one, you imbecile, the other one!" Voldemort yelled harshly.

Crestfallen, Wormtail offered his left arm, and Voldemort pushed his wand into the other's Death Mark.