The Resurrection of Voldemort:

Both Hadrian and Cedric landed hard onto the ground, letting go of the Triwizard Cup. Hadrian grabbed his side, wincing at the pain.

"Where are we?" He asked, rising to his feet.

Cedric was already up and alert, checking their surroundings. From the looks of it, the two of them seemed to have landed in a graveyard. The back of a church was visible beyond the mess of trees in front of them.

"No idea. Looks like a graveyard. Did anyone tell you the cup was a portkey?" Cedric asked.

"No." Hadrian shook his head. "Do you think it was supposed to be?"

"Maybe," Considered Cedric. "I mean, maybe that's how we were supposed to get back."

Hadrian nodded in agreement, that made sense. He pulled out his wand, best to be prepared for the worst. Cedric followed his lead, the two began looking around, Hadrian specifically into the parts that were dark, he couldn't help but feel as if they weren't alone.

"Someone's here!" He alerted, getting into a fighting stance. Both boys peered into the darkness and watched a cloaked figure walk towards them, it seemed to be carrying something, but what it was remained unknown since that too was concealed by the cloak.

Just as he was about to tell the figure to stop, Hadrian felt a slow pain beginning to invade his head. He grabbed his head with his left hand, keeping his right, which held his wand, pointed at the figure. He hoped it was just a small headache, but as the figure continued to walk towards them, so too did the pain continue to grow. Eventually he couldn't keep it up anymore and Hadrian dropped to a knee and lowered his right arm.

"Hadrian?" Cedric asked, looking at him in concern, taking his eyes off the cloaked figure.

"No… Cedric… Keep…On him…"

"Kill the Spare." Spoke a high, yet cold voice.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A bright green light flashed from the cloaked figure's left hand and quickly flew towards Cedric. It hit him in the chest, sending him flying back a few feet. He landed to the ground with a thud. Hadrian glanced his way and met his eyes. They were cold and lifeless.

Hadrian just stared at the body in shock. The pain he felt was momentarily forgotten.

The figure removed the cloak from their face, revealing the face of Cedric's murderer.

"You?!" Hadrian roared in shock and anger.

Peter Pettigrew flicked his wand and Hadrian was sent flying back all the way into a giant headstone. Magically conjured ropes wrapped around his wrists keeping him tied to the headstone and up right. Hadrian struggled to free himself.

"Wormtail!" He yelled. "When I get my hands on you, I'll kill you, you understand?!"

Wormtail didn't respond, but his face showed he was indeed listening. His mouth trembled, but whether it was in fear or sadness, Hadrian couldn't tell.

The man flicked his wand again and a large black cauldron began floating into the graveyard and landed in front of him. Whatever solution was in it was bubbling.

Once Hadrian saw that he wasn't going to get a response, he stopped struggling and began to feel the pain once again.

The thing being carried by Wormtail began to move in his hands. "Hurry." It said.

Peter removed the cloak from it and revealed… a baby? No, that wasn't right. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't a baby. It was a chalk white, ugly… mess. Hadrian had no idea what he was looking at, but it made him want to hurl. He looked away in disgust, trying to keep his lunch from coming back up.

Wormtail moved it above the cauldron and dropped it in. A splash was heard as the thing entered the solution.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you shall revive your son."

Wormtail reached into his pocket and pulled out an actual human bone, then dropped it into the cauldron. He then pulled out a long, thin dagger, his voice trembled as he spoke, "Flesh of the servant w-will… willingly given, you shall revive your master."

He stretched his right hand out and with the dagger in his left hand swung downwards. The scream that echoed was one that sounded like a rat. How fitting.

Wormtail was moaning in agony clutching the stump that was his right hand. Still in pain, he began to walk towards Hadrian. Seeing him approach caused Hadrian to thrash and fight against his restraints. Once he was in front of him, Wormtail spoke again, "Blood of the enemy, forcefully taken, you shall revive your foe."

Wormtail took the same dagger that he used to remove his hand and made a cut on Hadrian's right arm. Hadrian winced at the pain, but tried not to show any discomfort. He wasn't going to show weakness here. Wormtail hurried over to the cauldron and once the dagger was above it, tapped it twice. Hadrian saw small little drops fall from the dagger and into the cauldron. He quickly realized what was entering the cauldron. It was his blood.

Once his blood entered the concoction, the liquid turned white and began to glow. Both Hadrian and Wormtail turned their heads away from the blinding light. Once the light faded, Hadrian opened his eyes again to be greeted by a large grey mist. Squinting, he could see a tall figure standing in front of the cauldron.

"Robe me." The figure said. Wormtail jumped to attention and grabbed the discarded robe from earlier and pulled them over his master's head.

The tall, thin man was revealed as the mist slowly began to dissipate and Hadrian could finally see him. His breath hitched as he was greeted with the face of the man who haunted him for the past three years. He stared at those deep red eyes.

'No' He thought, 'Please, god no.'

But praying didn't change the fact that this was real. Not a dream or a nightmare. Lord Voldemort was really standing in front of him.

Voldemort held his hand out to Wormtail, who quickly fumbled around in his pocket to produce his wand, and handed it to the Dark Lord. Voldemort gently took the wand and examined it. Once deeming it satisfactory he looked back to Wormtail, "Your arm…"

Wormtail looked reverently upon his master before slowly lifting his bleeding right arm. "Master… Thank you!"

"Your other arm, Wormtail!" Voldemort chastised.

Wormtail halted, before raising the other arm. Voldemort pulled his sleeve up, revealing the tattoo of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. This was the Dark Mark, the sign of a Death Eater.

Voldemort placed the wand on the tattoo. After a couple of seconds, he removed the wand and looked around at his surroundings.

"I wonder… How many will answer my call…?"

Suddenly the sound of many people apparating filled the graveyard, every person was wearing a long dark cloak and a white skull mask. Voldemort stood still, as if waiting to see if anymore would be arriving. After he was sure no more were coming he began to slowly move towards them. The Death Eaters immediately kneeled on the ground as their master approached.

"My friends," Voldemort began. "How long has it been? Thirteen years? Thirteen years and you still answer my call as if it were yesterday."

"I see you all and I find myself… Disappointed."

As he spoke, Hadrian could feel the Death Eaters fear in the air. He imagined that they felt the way he used to whenever his Uncle Vernon spoke.

"In the past thirteen years you have all done nothing! Nothing to help my return."

"Please, Master, forgive us!" Spoke a Death Eater.

"Crucio!"

The Death Eater began to shriek and squirm at the effect of the curse.

"Get up, Avery." Voldemort demanded, lifting the curse. He looked upon the others. "You all deserve this."

Voldemort raised the wand in the air. "Crucio!"

All the other Death Eaters began to squirm and cry at the torture their master was putting them through.

"All of you deserve this. Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, Macnair…" Voldemort began naming the Death Eaters as he walked by them, releasing them from the curse as pasted them. He stopped in front of the last one.

"Even you… Lucius."

He swiped the mask of the face of the man he was speaking to, revealing the aristocratic face of Lucius Malfoy.

Hadrian let out a small gasp in surprise. He knew that Lord Malfoy was a Death Eater, and he always suspected he was involved with the display at the Quidditch World Cup, but to actually see him in Death Eater garb, and kneeling in front of Voldemort…

"My lord…" Lucius croaked, "If I had detected any sign of your return, any whisper, I would've-"

"There were more than signs, my friend," Voldemort interrupted, "And for more than whispers."

"Not a single one of you returned to me!" He cried out to his followers.

"I… I returned…"

Voldemort quickly turned his head in the direction of the meek, scared response. Wormtail staggered back. Voldemort moved so quickly that it seemed like he floated on air to reach Wormtail.

"Out of fear, not loyalty." He sneered. Wormtail looked away, whimpering.

"Still…" Voldemort said, "You helped me, and Lord Voldemort always rewards his helpers."

Voldemort pointed the wand he held at Pettigrew's bloody stump, with a flourish, a new hand made of silver appeared on Peter's hand. Wormtail looked at the hand in disbelief, he began to flex his new shiny fingers.

"May your loyalty never waver, Wormtail."

"Never, my Master. Never."

Voldemort looked upon his Death Eaters, seeming pleased with himself at reinstilling fear back into them. He walked away from them and moved towards the body of Cedric Diggory.

"Shame," He said, bending down to examine Cedric, "He was a handsome boy, and a pureblood too…"

"Leave him alone!"

Voldemort looked up at the tied up teen.

"Don't touch him!" Hadrian yelled, struggling against his bonds.

"Oh, Hadrian!" Voldemort exclaimed, practically jumping to his feet. He quickly made his way to the boy. "I almost forgot you were there."

"Gentlemen," Voldemort addressed his Death Eaters, "May I introduce to you, Hadrian Potter. Without him, none of this would have been possible."

"You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter sacrificed herself for her young son, she used magic that I hadn't foreseen. It was old magic… Old and powerful magic. With this magic, she provided him with a protection that prevented me from touching him. But now…" Voldemort's lip curled into a cruel smile. He stood almost nose to nose with Hadrian, who was staring at him defiantly.

"Now… I can touch you now."

Voldemort placed a long, bony finger on Hadrian's forehead, precisely on his scar. This time he couldn't hold it back. Hadrian screamed at the pain emanating from his scar. Voldemort smiled the whole time, as if the screams from Hadrian were the most pleasing thing he had ever heard.

After what felt like an eternity, Hadrian was freed from the torture as Voldemort removed his finger.

Voldemort backed away and flicked his wand, the bonds holding Hadrian up released and the boy fell to the ground.

"Get up, Hadrian, get up!" Voldemort said, sounding like a kid at Christmas.

"Pick up your wand, someone give him his wand."

Hadrian crawled over to where his wand laid. Once he had it back in his grasp he slowly made his way back to his feet, still struggling from the pain that came from his scar.

"We are going to duel, Hadrian. I'm sure you've been taught the proper etiquette for this, first you place your wand in front of your face, then you bow."

Voldemort did a mocking bow. "Come now, Hadrian… Proper manners and all that, bow!" Voldemort pointed his wand at Hadrian, causing the boy to feel a large pain in his stomach, the boy bent over clutching his stomach.

"There we go. What would Mummy say, Hadrian?" Voldemort smiled. "Now then, let's begin. Three… Two… One."

Voldemort shot a curse at Hadrian sending the boy to the ground with a loud thud.

"Get up, Hadrian. Fight back!"

Hadrian barely made it back to his feet before he was hit again. He was being toyed with. But there was nothing he could do about it. He was too hurt and tired, and Voldemort was at full strength. Even if he was fully rested, Hadrian doubted he could take on Voldemort anyway. He had a plan, but he needed time. Time to regroup, time to fight back, time to escape.

Hadrian crawled behind a tombstone, hoping it would provide him with the cover he needed.

"Come out, come out, Hadrian." The Dark Lord taunted. Spell after spell was being shot at the tombstone, chipping away at it bit by bit.

'Ok… This is it.' Hadrian thought.

'Now!'

Hadrian jumped up from behind the tombstone, leaping off of the top and slashing at the ground. The dirt rose up into the air, causing a smoke screen, inhibiting the vision of the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

Through the dirt, Hadrian began shooting spells at the Death Eaters hoping to take them out of the equation. Some hit, but many of them missed. Even if they weren't direct hits, they served their purpose of causing the Death Eaters to move out of the way. Some stray spells made their way towards Voldemort who lazily put up a shield to block them.

Once the smoke screen had dissipated, and everyone could see again, Hadrian saw that every Death Eater was scattered across the ground, the only one untouched was Voldemort himself.

"Die…" Hadrian muttered, clutching his wand tightly, his anger rising. He aimed his wand at the Dark Lord. "Just die!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

He shot his wand forward and a green beam blasted out. This beam wasn't a spell, it was Hadrian's own magic being pushed out. He wasn't aware of it, given his surroundings, but Hadrian was enveloped in a green aura as he fired at the Dark Lord. His magic had gotten so riled up it was pouring out of him. Just like it had when he face off against the dragon during the first task of the tournament.

Voldemort countered this by sending the killing curse at him. Both beams met in an explosion on green light. Voldemort and Hadrian were at a standstill as they both fought for dominance. Hadrian felt his feet skid across the ground at times and had to affirm his footing.

"Hadrian…" a voice spoke. It was echoey and like it was far away. Yet it was gentle and soothing. He had heard this voice before… but where?

"Do nothing!" Voldemort ordered. "He is mine! Do nothing unless I tell you to."

"Hadrian… "

There it was again. That soothing voice, where was it coming from? Who did it belong to?

"Hadrian, you must break the connection…" The voice told him.

"Let him hit you…" A new voice said. It was much rougher than the previous one, but, still, he felt as if he knew that voice from somewhere. He felt like he could trust it.

"It sounds crazy, I know, but trust me it's for the best…"

What was this voice saying? That he should die? That he should let Voldemort hit him with the killing curse? He survived it once, but that was because of his mothers sacrifice. He didn't have anything like that now, it would surely kill him.

But… He trusted them. He didn't know why, he couldn't understand it, but he trusted them. He felt that they truly wanted to help him.

'I better live to regret this.'

Hadrian pulled his wand away, severing the connection.

"Hey, Tom!" Hadrian called, purposely using Voldemort's real name, knowing it would anger him.

"That all you got!?"

Voldemort sneered and readed his wand to launch a spell.

'Here goes nothing.'

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light shot from Voldemort's wand and flew at Hadrian hitting him directly in the chest.

The next thing Hadrian knew, he was in a completely white area.

"Uh, hello..?" He called out.

"Oh, Hadrian, you did so well."

Hadrian froze. That voice… It was the same soothing voice from before. Except this time, it didn't sound far away, it sounded like it was right behind him.

He slowly, cautiously, turned around.

"Mom…?"

Standing before him were two people. The first was a young woman with long orange hair, she had little freckles dotted on her cheeks, which were smiling at him. The second person was a young man, with short messy auburn hair, he was wearing glasses similar to Hadrian's.

"Dad…?" Hadrian asked. The man nodded with a grin.

"You bet, Prongslet."

Tears began to form in Hadrian's eyes. He couldn't believe it, he was seeing his parents for the first time. His feet wanted to move to run towards them, but he stopped himself, not knowing if he was allowed.

His mother must have noticed. "Come here." She beckoned, opening her arms for a hug. He didn't need to be told twice. Hadrian bolted to her and slammed into her like a rocket. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight.

"Mom… Mom, Mom, Mom…" He repeated as he cried. She returned his hug, small tears falling down her face.

"Oh, my beautiful boy."

The two fell to their knees, his father knelt down beside them and wrapped his arms around the both of them, joining the hug.

For awhile the family of three stayed like that, finally being able to enjoy being in each other's presence.

"How… How is this possible?" Hadrian quietly asked, still hugging his mother. "Is this a dream?"

"No, it's not a dream." His father answered. His father removed himself from the hug and his mother followed. She still kept her hands on Hadrian's shoulders. Not wanting to let him go completely.

"You remember what we told you, at the graveyard?"

"So… those voices I heard… They were you?" Hadrian asked.

"Yes," His mother said. "We wanted to help you."

"Help me? But I got hit by the killing curse. I'm dead."

His parents shared a look, similar smirks forming between them.

"No, son, you're not dead."

At his confusion, his father continued. "Right now, you're in limbo, in the realm between life and death. That's 'Cause you had a piece of Voldemort inside of you, leeching off your life."

Hadrian gasped in shock. "A… A piece of his soul?"

His mother slowly rubbed his shoulders to calm him. "It happened the day he went after you. When the killing curse rebounded and hit him, a piece of his soul latched on to you to survive. But know it's gone."

"Gone?" He questioned, wondering how this could be. It didn't take long for him to put it together. "The killing curse. When he hit me with it, it killed the piece of his soul."

His parents nodded. "With that soul piece gone, you're now one step closer to defeating Voldemort and sending his ass straight to hell."

"James." His mother chastised.

"What? He's fourteen, back then I was saying way worse." His father tried to justify.

Hadrian smiled at their banter, wishing he could see it every day. He wished that it could be like this, that he could spend every moment with them.

"So, what happens now?" He asked.

"Now, you make a choice." His mother told him. "You can stay here and enter heaven with us, or you return back to the living."

"What… What one do you want me to choose?" He asked his parents. The look they shared was all the answer he needed. "You want me to go back."

"We would love nothing more than to be with you, Hadrian…" His mother started.

"But," His father continued. "You still have so much to do in your life. We'll be together again, one day. After you've lived a long, happy life with the people you love."

Hadrian nodded, he knew they were right, that going back was the right decision, but…

"I… I don't want to leave you." He said, tears starting again. His mother immediately pulled him into another hug.

"We don't want to leave you either."

"But we're not really gone."

His mother released him from the hug and pointed to his heart. "We're with you, always."

He continued to cry. His parents stood up and slowly began to fade away.

"No!" He reached out to grab them, but his hand passed right through them. He stared at his hand, shocked at what happened, before looking back up to his parents.

"We'll always love you." They both said, giving him a sad smile.

"Mom! Dad!" He screamed, extending his arm, knowing it wouldn't do anything. His parents extended their own, before vanishing and ingulfing Hadrian's vision in a bright light.

Hadrian opened his eyes and saw he was back in the graveyard. He was laying on his back, staring up at the night sky. He moved his head a bit to see where Voldemort was and saw the Dark Lord laughing maniacally. He must have assumed he killed Hadrian.

While the Dark Lord was distracted, Hadrian rose to his feet. He glanced at Cedric's body, seeing it wasn't that far from him. He could make it, if he hurried. But not without a little taunting first.

"Hey, Tom!" He yelled at the Dark Lord, causing him to turn around. Seeing the teen still alive, caused the Dark Lord to stare in shock.

"Anyone ever told you, you suck at that spell?"

Voldemort roared in frustration and began to shoot more spells his way. Hadrian leapt out of the way and skidded across the ground to Cedric's body. He pointed his wand at the world cup.

"Accio, portkey!"

The cup shot up from the ground and soared into his hands, taking him and Cedric's body away, escaping the Dark Lord.