Author's Notes: I thank you all for bearing with me as I finally finish up this story. For some reason watching only a couple scenes of GOF got my wheels turning. Now I can safely say that I am able to finish this. I am trying not to go over 35 chapters so I plan to keep it under that or at 35. We'll see how much more I can get out of my head. We are nearing the end though!

Author's Notes: No judging! I wanted to have a little fun with the idea of Harry possibly having a thing for Cedric.

Chapter 30: The Truth

"It's a portkey. Harry the goblet is a portkey." Cedric said, excitedly.

"Cedric, we need to get out of here. Now." Harry said.

All of a sudden Harry's scar burned. Like really badly. He fell to the neglected ground. Leaves, weeds, and mud covered his pants and hands. Cedric tried to protect him, but something or someone got to him first. Harry was heartbroken. He never got to ask Cedric out.

With tears falling down his cheeks, Harry was lifted into the air. He was held against a headstone, unable to escape.

As Voldemort came back, Harry cried out from the pain his body was terribly in.

"My Lord. I brought them."

That voice, Harry knew it.

"Snape!"

Snape walked out of the shadows, followed by Hermione and Draco. Hermione took Snape's hand.

"Don't worry my dear. I won't harm him. Yet." Voldemort said.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Harry asked. He felt betrayed somehow.

Hermione ignored him as she joined Draco next to his father.

"She has agreed to help me." Voldemort smiled wickedly.

Yes. Harry was definitely betrayed.