disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter

A.N. Warning there is a little Violence in this chapter, I took a lot of it from the book, but I did change somethings and it ends a different. Hope you all like it.

Chapter 18: Voldemort Returns

Harry felt himself slam into the ground; his injured leg gave way making him fall forward on his face, his glasses smashing into his nose: and the Triwizard cup flew from his hand. He raised his head.

"Where are we?" He asked, sitting up and straightening his glasses. He looked up at Cedric, who shook his head, then bent down, grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him to his feet. Both teens looked around; they had left the Hogwarts grounds completely, they couldn't even see the mountains that surround the castle.

They were standing in a dark overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right and to their left Harry could see what was once a fine large house, but was now abandon, with nothing but overgrown weeds and grass. And a few windows knocked out.

"Did you know the cup was a porkey?" He asked. Harry shook his head.

"No, and I wouldn't think Dumbledore would allow us to be taken off Hogwarts grounds." Harry said. Cedric nodded.

"That's what I was thinking." Cedric said. "I don't reckon this is part of the task." Harry frowned looking down at the cup.

"I don't think so." Harry said. "I have a funny feeling about this. Something's not right." Cedric nodded in agreement and pulled out his wand, Harry copied and pulled his out as well. But kept one hand in his pocket holding on to Ginny's earring, he didn't like this at all. His tattoo was beginning to inch, meaning one of the four Gryffinclaws was in danger, and that was most likely him.

Harry kept looking around him, wondering if Cedric had the same feeling he did: that they were being watched. He turned his head from his right and looked straight.

"Someone's coming." He said.

Squinting tensely in the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them, Harry couldn't help, but think the shape or man whatever it was walked in a familiar way, he couldn't see any hands, legs, or face, but it was still familiar the way he walked. Harry was sure he knew him. In his arms he carried what looked like a baby or most likely a bundle of robes.

Harry glanced sideways at Cedric. Who shot him a quizzical look. Then both turned back to watch the man with the bundle of robes. He stopped beside a towering headstone, only six feet away. For a second all three looked at one another.

Then, real suddenly, Harry's scar exploded in pain, like he had never felt before, he dropped his wand and grabbed his forehead and dropped to his feet screaming in agony, and his tattoo was now inching worse.

"Harry, you alright?" Cedric called, but didn't move toward him or put his wand down. Then from far away above his head he heard a very familiar, high, cold voice.

"Kill the spare." There was a swishing noise then a second voice, but yet another familiar voice said.

"Avada Kedavra!" There was nothing Harry could do as he helplessly watched the green light shoot through the air and hit Cedric right in the chest, he landed on his back, dead and unmoving, grey eyes staring up at Harry like green eyes did years ago. Harry had to blink the memories threatening to flood his mind; he needed to stay focused; to find out what was going on and how he was getting out of here.

As Harry blinked back the memories, and tried to stand so he could fight whoever this monster was, said monster had made his way over and grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him to his feet.

"Let go of me!" Harry cried, fighting and struggling. "You're nothing but a monster. You had no right to kill Cedric, he didn't do anything to you. " The man pushed Harry and dragged him toward the headstone, but Harry wasn't making it easy for him; he just wished he hadn't dropped his wand.

Harry glanced up as he fought the man, and saw the name on the Headstone, it read: Tom Riddle.

Harry fought harder when he saw that, punching, and hitting the guy dragging him, but was unable to get free with his bad leg and was slammed hard against said tombstone. He still fought, and the man who had dragged him slapped him across the face. Slapped him with a hand missing a finger.

"Pettigrew!" Harry growled. "You heartless bastard, let me go!" He kicked Wormtail with his good leg, but Wormtail just smacked him again, as he began to conjure ropes with his wand and tie them around Harry, tying him to the headstone, as Harry tried to fight it, but it did no good. Wormtail checked the ropes a couple of times to make sure they were tied tight enough that Harry couldn't get away.

"You untie me now!" Harry shouted at him, as his scar began to hurt again. "NOW! wat till Sirius hears about this. Or even Jesse and Cody, remember what they did to you last year? When you tried to kidnap me. Why don't you just turn back into the rat you are and crawl off somewhere." Wormtail flinched at Harry's words and brought out a piece of cloth and tied it around Harry's mouth. Then checked the ropes one last time, then without a word turned and hurried away from Harry. He couldn't see where he went, because he couldn't move he had been tied so tight, but he did hear him, along with a gigantic snake slithering through the grass. Circling his feet. He could hear Wormtail heading back his way, he sounded as though he was dragging something heavy, his breaths was wheezy. Then he came back into Harry's line of sight, dragging with him the largest black cauldron Harry had ever seen. And it looked to be full of water. Large enough for a full-grown man to fit in.

The thing inside the bundle on the ground was stirring, as though it was trying to get free. Now Wormtail was busy at the bottom of the cauldron, trying to light a fire. And once he got one going the water in the cauldron began to heat very fast and soon it was bubbling.

"Hurry!" Called the high cold familiar voice again. The surface of the water was sparking now, as it bubbled.

"It is ready, Master." Wormtail said.

"Now! The voice cried. "Master" Harry thought as he watched Wormtail open the robes; that could only be one person.

He watched at Wormtail pulled out the thing within the robes, and Harry was sure if he didn't have cloth tied around his mouth he would be sick; the thing was the size of a small child: slimy, hairless, and scaly looking, and a dark, raw, reddish black; with feeble, arms and legs and a flat face; no nose, only snakelike slits for nostrils Harry didn't know how Wormtail could stand to touch the thing as he lifted it up and sat it into the cauldron. Harry heard it hit the bottom with a thud.

"Let it drown," Harry thought to himself. "Please, let it drown."

Wormtail pulled out his wand and pointed it at the ground at Harry's feet.

"Bones of the father unknowingly given, you will renew your son." He said, and too Harry's horror, the ground at his feet cracked and at Wormtail's command, dust flew out of it through the air and into the cauldron. Making it hiss and bubble more.

Wormtail closed his eye and his voice turned from shaky to that of a whimper. As he pulled out a long thin silver dagger.

"Flesh... of... the servant w-willingly given... you will... revive.. your master."

He stretched his hand out in front of him-the hand with the missing finger. He gripped the dagger very tightly in his left hand and he swung it upward.

Harry knew what was coming so he closed his eyes tightly as Wormtail brought his hand down, Harry still heard the scream and the thud as the hand dropped into the cauldron below it. He felt so sick now. Who the heck would willingly cut off their own hand like that.

Suddenly Wormtail's gasping breath was right in front of Harry's face mading him open his eyes. He would have liked nothing more than to tell Wormtail to get a breath mint, but with the cloth around his mouth he was unable to speak, but, then, the thought of why Wormtail was right in front of him suddenly frighten Harry. He just hoped Wormtail wasn't planning on cutting off his hand too.

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

Harry didn't like the sound of that as he tried uselessly against his binds to get free, as Wormtail lifted the dagger then brought it back down across his wrist, Harry gasped in pain as blood spilled out. Wormtail pulled a small glass vail out of his robes and held to Harry's wrist and let blood drip down in it, before turning away and heading back over to the cauldron and poured the blood from the vail down in the potion; which bubbled and sparked, then turned a blinding white. Wormtail dropped to his knees next to the cauldron, and held his handless arm gasping a sobbing, like a little baby.

The cauldron was simmering and sparking, it was now so blinding bright that it light up the graveyard. Then nothing happened.

"Let it had gone wrong." Harry thought. "Let him have drowned." He now was sure he knew what was in that cauldron and had hoped and wished with all his might that it did not work, that he had gotten lucky and it died laying down in the bottom of the cauldron.

But like we know Harry never had much luck; and the moment he thought all that; A surge of white steam billowed thickly from the cauldron, obliterating everything in front of Harry, so that he couldn't see, then through the mist in front of him, he saw, with an icy surge of terror, the dark outline of a man, tall skeletally thin, rising slowly from instead the cauldron.

"Robe me." said the same familiar high voice. Wormtail, sobbing and moaning, still cradling his mutilated arm, scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground, got to his feet, reached up with one arm and slipped them over Voldemort's head.

He stepped out of the cauldron not taking his eyes from Harry, and Harry narrowed his eyes and glared back at the man who took his parents from him. His worst fears... his worst nightmares had come true Lord Voldemort as returned.

Voldemort finally looked away from Harry and began to examine his body. Looking at his long thin fingers, his legs , his arms; he acted as if he never had a body before. When he raised his hand up examining his fingers, Harry saw his bald head was whiter than a skull and his eyes were slits, like a feline, and where a scarlet red.

Then Voldemort reached in his robe and pulled out a wand, and caressed it gently; then he raised it and pointed it at Wormtail, who rose off the ground and thrown against the headstone Harry was tied to. Voldemort then looked up at Harry with his scarlet red eyes, and laughed a high, cold, mirthless laugh. One Harry still heard in his dreams.

"My Lord.." Wormtail choked out, "my Lord... you promised... you did promise.." Harry had no idea what Wormtail was talking about, but did believe he was stupider than he thought, for believing Voldemort would fulfil a promise of any kind.

"Hold out your arm, Wormtail." Voldemort said, lazily.

"Oh, Master... thank you, master." Wormtail held out his bleeding arm, but Voldemort only laughed.

"The other arm, Wormtail." he said. Wormtail whimpered as Voldemort bent down and grabbed his left arm and pushed his robes up, Harry saw the faded dark mark on it.

"It's back." Voldemort said. "They would have noticed... and now, we shall see... we shall know." He pressed his for finger to the mark and the scar on Harry's head seared with a sharp pain again. And Wormtail let out a howl; Voledmort removed his forefingers, and straightened up. Harry saw that the mark on Wormtail's arm was now burned black.

"How many will come back." Voldemort said. "And how many will be foolish enough to stay away, thinking I will not be able to find them."

He began to pace up and down before Harry. Eyes sweeping the grave yard. Mumbling things to Harry about him standing at his father's grave, a father he killed a muggle fool who named Voldemort after himself, but yet ran off before he was born. Harry wondered if it ever crossed Voldemort's mind that his father couldn't have gave him his name if he wasn't there. But could not voice it because of the cloth tied around his mouth. Then he talked about his dad living in the house up on the hill. Harry wasn't really listen he didn't give a damn about Voldemort's family history, he could barely keep up with his own.

"Look, at me, Potter, going on and on about family history." Voldemort said. "I grow quite sentimental." Harry snorted at that, he doubted very much Voldemort has or ever will be sentimental. "But look, Harry, my true family returns."

The air was suddenly full of the sound of swishing cloaks. Between graves, behind him, the yew tree, in every shadow space, wizards were Apparating. All of them hooded and masked. And one by one they moved forward...slowly, cautiously, as though they could hardly believe their eyes. Voldemort stood in silence waiting for them, as one by one they got on their knees and crawled to him, and kissed the hem of his black robes.

Harry again felt like he was going to be sick, as he whiched one by one. How could they call themselves men or say they're what a real wizard should be if they sink so low as to kiss the hem of another man or rather of a monster's robes. Harry found it almost as disgusting as Wormtail cutting off his own hand to help bring Voldemort back.

"Welcome, Death Eaters." Voldemort said. "Six years... six years since we last met. Yet you answer my call as though it was yesterday." It was hard for Harry to listen to Voldemort, he didn't really want to anyway, his scar was hurting him so bad now he knew he would be crying out if he didn't have a cloth tied around his mouth and he was also tugging on his binds, trying to move and get free, as Voldemort told off the Death Eaters for not finding him and blah..blah..blah. Harry didn't care he was just trying to get free. Then Harry heard a scream as Voldemort cursed a Death Eater begging for forgiveness. Harry took that as him not being forgiven.

"Master... you promised." Wormtail cried. And After a long talk about how he deserved the pain he got Voldemort waved his wand and made a silvery hand appear on Wormtail's bleeding stump. And after promising his loyalty would never waver again and kissing the hem of Voldemort's robes he went and joined the others. Then Voldemort went back to talking to the Death Eaters and promising them all kinds of torture and all that stuff for them, and then yelling and saying they owned him six years of showing they were sorry, and addressed them one by one, calling out their names for Harry to hear. And threaten them if they ever went against him again. Harry wondered why they even flowered him if he treated them like that; it didn't make sense to him.

Now Voldemort was talking about the missing Death Eaters, and how the Lastrange were in Azkaban, some were dead and one had fled and one was at Hogwarts. Harry stopped struggling when he heard that. To listen to what Voldemort was saying. Now fearing the safety of his friends and family.

"He is at Hogwarts, that faithful servant, and it was through his efforts that our young friend is here tonight." The eyes of the Death Eater circle darted to Harry's detraction.

"Yes," said Voldemort, a grin curling on his lipless lips. "Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go as far as to say he is the guest of honor.

"Master," a voice Harry knew to belong to Lucius Malfoy said. "We crave to know we beg you to tell us. How you achieved this... this miracle? How did you return to us?"

"Ah, what a story it is, Lucius." Voldemort said. "And it could not have been done without our little friend here." He walked over to Harry, who had started pulling on his binds again and stood next to him. "You can struggle all you want, Harry, but it will do you no good. You can't get away."

Harry stopped struggling long enough to glare at Voldemort, while the Death Eaters around them laughed. He really wished he could tell Voldemort off, Wormtail had to put the damn cloth around his mouth.

"You know, of course, that they called this boy my downfall." Voldemort said. With Voldemort so close, Harry's scar began to burn more, and his tattoo was now inching so bad, Harry would have loved to be able to move to he could scratch it. "You all know I lost my powers and when I tried to kill this brat. His mother died in the attempted to save him-and unwittingly provided him protection I admit, I had not foreseen...I could not touch the boy." Voldemort raised his hand and held out a finger. "But I can touch him now." Harry screamed out in agony as Voldemort touched his scar.

"You should know this weak little child could not defeat me." Voldemort cried. "And to think he is praised as the one that brought me down. He, The-Boy-Who-Lived. Will soon be the Boy-Who-Was-Killed." Voldemort walked away from Harry and turned around and faced him, with his wand held out.

"Wormtail." he spat suddenly, as Harry glared at him. "Untie him and give him back his wand. I want there to be no mistake of whom is stronger than whom."

Wormtail walked over and grabbed the ropes with his new silver hand and pulled, then ripped it off like they were nothing, and Harry fell to the ground and the Death Eaters laughed, and Wormtail tossed Harry's wand on the gerund in front of him and walked away. Harry grabbed it and aimed at Wormtail.

"Hey, Pettigrew!" He cried. Wormtail turned around and Harry hit him with a spell and sent him flying backwards, he hit a tombstone and fell to the ground.

"Crucio!" Voldemort screamed without warning and Harry fall to the ground screaming in pain. He felt as if his bones were on fire. He had been in this curse before. Six years ago, and it hurt now as much as it did back then. He fell over panting when Voldemort finally lifted the curse. Voldemort looked down at Harry.

"It seems you have gotten a little better with your spell work." He said. "But, I did not give you permission to curse one of my Death Eaters."

"I don't need your permission to do anything." Harry choked out. Giving Voldemort his nastiest look. "I'm not scared of you. Kill me you're going to kill me. Don't just stand around playing games."

"Oh, but that would be too easy." Voldemort said. "And there is no fun in that." He turned and walked away, and Harry got to his feet and sent a spell at him, but Voldemort just waved his wand lazily and blocked it. He then faced Harry and smirked or at least Harry thought it was a smirked hard to tell with him having no lips.

"No, Potter, we duel." Voldemort said. "You've been taught how to duel, have you not?"

"Go to hell." Harry said. Voldemort ignored him.

"First we bow to each other, Harry." Voldemort said. Harry just gave him a dirty look. "I said bow."

"No." Harry spat. "You are the last person I would ever bow to."

Voldemort mockingly shook his head. "Big brother hasn't taught you any manners has he? I guess it's up to me, then." He held out his wand. "Crucio." Harry once again fell to the ground, this time though he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from screaming. He was no longer going to give Voldemort the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

"That hurt didn't it, Harry." Voldemort asked. Harry glared up at him.

"No, it felt good." He said, sarcasm dripping in every word.

"I said it hurt didn't it." Voldemort asked, again. "And you don't want me to do it again do you?" Harry said nothing. "I said do you? Answer me..."Imperio!" At once all the pain Harry was in stopped and he felt good, but he still fought it, he wasn't going to answer Voldemort. He was sick of his sick games.

"I WON'T ANSWER YOU!" Harry screamed breaking the spell, Voldemort stepped back in shock, as the laughter of the Death Eater died all at once. As if someone pressed an off button.

Voldemort got over his shock and dusted off his robes. "You know, I'm tired of all this playing. It is time to put an end to The-Boy-Who-Lived." He raised his wand at Harry. "But, just one more scream... Cruico." The spell headed right at Harry, but he was ready now.

"Protego," He cried. And his shield charm was so powerful, Voldemort was knocked back, but was able to right himself, before he fell. He sneered at Harry.

"Lets see how you do with something that can't be blocked." He said, holding his wand higher. "Avada Kedavra." Came from Voldemort's mouth, the green light came from Voldemort's wand, the same time red shoot from Harry's as he cast a wordless disarming charm.

They met in midair, and suddenly Harry's wand was vibrating as though an electric charge were surging through it; his hand seized up around it; he couldn't have released it if he'd wanted to-and a narrow beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor green, but bright, deep gold. Harry, following the beam with a shocked looked saw that Voldemort's long white fingers too were gripping a wand that was shaking.

And then Harry felt his feet lifting off the ground. He and Voldemort both was being raised into the air, their wands still connected by the thread of shimmering golden light. They gilded away from the tombstone and then came to rest on a patch of ground that was free of graves... The Death Eaters were shouting; they were asking Voldemort what they should do. They were now making a new circle around Voldemort and Harry.

The golden light connecting Harry and Voldemort's wands splintered, but Harry and Voldemort's wands stayed connected, as thousand of beams shot in every direction up over them, until they were surrounded in a golden dome-shaped web, a cage of light, beyond, which the Death Eaters cried, asking what to do.

"Do nothing!" Voldemort cried. Harry saw him fighting to break the web, as Harry held onto his wand more tightly, trying his best not to break it. "Do nothing unless I command you!"

And then an unearthly and beautiful sound filled the air...It was coming from every thread of light. It was a sound Harry recognized, as a phoenix song. It was the sound of hope to Harry... the most beautiful sound... like an old friend whispering in his ear...

"Don't break the connection."

Harry knew, somehow he knew, what ever he did he could not make the connection. But no sooner then he realized that, his wand became harder to hold. Harry felt his wand give a shudder under his hand as the light beads began to slide slowly and steadily his way... The direction of the beam's movement was now toward him, from Voldemort, and he felt his wand shudder angerily...

He concentrated ever last particle of his mind upon forcing the bead back to Voldemort, his ears full of phoenix song, his eyes furious, fixed... and slowly, very slowly, the beads quivered to a halt, and then, just as slowly, they began to move the other way and it was Voldemort's wand that was vibrating extra-hard now.

One beam of light was quivering, inches from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry concentrated on the beam of light forcing it back into Voldemort's wand and slowly it moved along the thread; it trembled for a moment and then it connected...

At once, Voldemort's wand began to emit echoing screams of pain, then a smoky hand flew out of the tip and vanished...more shouts of pain... and then something much larger began to blossom from Voldemort's wand tip, a great, grayish something that looked as if it was made of solid smoke, it was a head a chest.. then Cedric Diggory emerged it's self out of the end of Voldemort's wand, as though squeezing itself out of a very narrow tunnel...and stood up, and looked up and down the golden thread of light, and spoke.

"Hold on, Harry." It said. Its voice sounded like an echo. He then walked around the golden light.

Then, more screams of pain from the wand...and then something else, an old man, Harry didn't know came out of the wand and stood up like Cedric.

"He was a real wizard then." He said. "Killed me, that one did... You fight him, boy...don't let him get you.."

But already someone else was emerging... and this one was a women: Bertha Jorkins surveyed the battle with wide eyes.

"Don't let go, now." She said, "don't let him get you now, Harry." then join the old man and Cedric walking around the golden beam.

Harry had a feeling who was coming out next as the next head appeared. Then she was there, she fell to the ground as Bertha had done, and straighten up, and looked him right in the eyes.

"Your father is coming." Lily Potter said. "Hold on for your father everything will be alright...hold on..."

And he came...first his head, then his body... tall and untidy haired like Harry, the smokey, shadowy form of James Potter blossomed from the end of Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground, and straightened up like his wife. He walked closer to Harry, looking down at him, and he spoke in the same echoing voice as all the others.

"When the connection is broken, we will linger only moments...but we will give you time... you must get to the porkey, it will return you to Hogwarts..do you understand?"

"Yes," Harry gasped, fighting now to keep a hold on his wand, which was slipping and sliding beneath his fingers.

"Harry..." whispered Cedric, "take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents..."

"I will," said Harry, his face screwed up with the effort of holding the wand.

"Do it now." whispered his father. "Be ready to run...do it now..."

Harry didn't think he could have held on for another moment anyway-he pulled his hand up and the golden thread broke; the cage of light vanished, the phoenix song died-but the shadowy figures did not-they were closing in on Voldemort, shielding Harry from gaze.

Harry took off running toward Cedric's body, he dodged a few spells thrown by Death Eaters, and turned around long enough to cast one at another and blasted him back, he then turned back around and ran toward Cedric. He was almost there... He was about to reach his body; when a hand closed on his ankle sending him falling to the ground, making him drop his wand and his glasses fly off. As he turned around to see it was Wormtail who had grabbed him. Harry gasped out as he squeezed his hurt leg, then took his other foot and kicked him, he needed to hurry before Voldemort was able to get free of the shadowy figures and fight him again.

"Get off!" Harry cried, and he felt around in the grass for his wand, as he kicked his feet and struggled to get away. His hand closed on to something lying in the grass, it wasn't his wand, it was made of metal, Wormtal's dagger was laying in the grass. Harry grabbed it, as Wormtal dragged him across the grass. But then he suddenly cried out, and pulled his hand back. The back of Ginny's earring in his pocket had stuck through his pants, and stuck the palm of Wormtail's hand, Harry took advantage of Wormtail's distraction, and turned around, and stabbed him in the shoulder with the dagger, then drew back his fist and punched his face. Wormtail cried out and Harry got to his feet trying to find his wand and glasses. He found his wand and picked it up, but his glasses were broken.

"Harry, go!" He heard his mother echo yell. Harry stumbled, and headed back to Cedric's body, but suddenly cried out and fell back down, Wormtail had pulled the dagger out of his shoulder and sliced crossed Harry's hurt leg. Harry kicked him in the face and grabbed hold of Cedric's arm. Wormtail came at him, and as Harry pointed his wand at the Triwizard cup, Wormtail's dagger sliced him across his side. Harry ignored the pain and summoned the cup to him, and just before it flew into his hand, Wormtail grabbed hold of his leg and Harry couldn't shake it off. As he felt the familiar tug, he was heading back to Hogwarts, taking Cedric's body, and Wormtail with him.

A.N. Hope that was good, and the next chapter shouldn't be too long to be put up, and will start probably at Harry's friends POV, showing what they were doing, before Harry showed up. Sorry I didn't put Voldemort's speech, but I didn't feel like typing all that. We know what he said anyway.