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Sorry that this is late again, but school has been hectic :/ So much homework every night, and gaelic has started again... I'm sorry :(

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Max's POV

"Max? Max? Come on, Max, wake up!"

I groaned, pain shooting through even inch of my body. I managed to flutter my eyelids open and I found myself staring into Harry's emerald green eyes. They softened when I looked at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, putting a hard around my waist and gently lifting me up. I hissed and grited my teeth as pain rain through my body. They must of kept the Cruciatus Curse on me even after I passed out...

"Max? Hello?"

"Sorry, what were you saying?" I muttered, my voice sounding weak and strained.

"What are you doing here? What happened?"

I frowned, trying to remember...But everything before I woke up in the grave yard was a blank.

"I can't remember," I said. I looked up and found Cedric standing beside Harry, and the Triwizard Cup down by their feet. They were both sweaty, covered in dirt, and there were patches of blood here and there on their bodies and robes. Harry was putting more weight on his left leg.

"Where are we anyway?" Cedric asked, looking at me.

"No idea. But Harry, listen-" I started, but Cedric interrupted me.

"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he said, addressing Harry.

"Nope," Harry said, looking around the silent graveyard. "Is this meant to be part of the task?"

"Doubt it," I growled. "If it was, why would I be here, with Wormtail and-"

"Wormtail? Wormtail's here? Are you sure?" Harry snapped.

"Yeah, he only tortured me for a few hours. I'm pretty sure it's him," I snarled. Harry stared at me in shock, before looking me over again. He seemed to notice each and every visible injury this time, every cut and bruise, and my alarmingly swollen wrist.

"Is anyone else with him?" Cedric asked as he and Harry pulled their wands from their robes. I reached to get mine, but realised that Wormtail probably had it. Jerk.

But before I could answer, I heard footsteps coming between the graves. "Someone's coming," I whispered.

Get out of there, Max. Now. The Voice ordered, actually sounding concerned.

But instead of listening to the Voice, I stayed and clumsily climbed to my feet. I stared at the approaching figure, more than likely Wormtail, and by the way he was walking, I could tell that he was carrying something in his arms. As Womrtail got closer, I was able to see that the thing he was holding seemed to be a...baby? What the hell?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry and Cedric share a glance, then they started to lower their wands, and turned to watch Wormtail as he came to a stop beside the towering headstone I had been beside.

I was trying to signal to Harry or Cedric without speaking to get their wands ready again, but they weren't paying attention to me. For a minute, me, Harry and Cedric, and Wormtail simply stared at each other.

Then, without warning, Harry let out a small cry of pain. He dropped his wand, and fell to his knees with his hands covering his face.

I moved quickly and dropped beside Harry, and ignoring the pain in my body, I grabbed his hand. I stared from Harry to Wormtail, then heard the same cold voice from before say, "Kill the spare."

It was as if someone someone clicked a remote and everything turned into slow-motion. I watched as Wormtail raised his wand, and pointed it at Cedric.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"CEDRIC!"

A blast of green light flew through the air, and it hit Cedric straight in the chest. He didn't even have time to scream. He just dropped to the ground. Dead.

I turned away from Cedric's unseeing face, squeezing Harry's hand as tight as possible, trying to get the image of Cedric's blank, open grey eyes staring at nothing out of my mind.

Beside me, Harry started retching. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Harry opened his eyes and saw Cedric. For a few moments. Harry just stared at him, frowning as if he wasn't sure what had just happened. Before either of us could say anything, or feel anything other than numb disbelief, I felt myself being pulled to my feet.

Wormtail had put down the bundle, lit his wand, and started dragging me towards the large marble headstone, before slamming me into the one beside it.

Wormtail waved his wand, and thick ropes were suddenly wrapped around me, tying me to the headstone. Wormtail disappeared again, and I pulled against the ropes, but stopped when it pulled against my injured wrist. A moment later, Wormtail came back, dragging a struggling Harry behind him. Wormtail then slammed Harry against the headstone beside me, but not before I saw the name written on it.

Tom Riddle.

"What do you want?" Harry snarled.

But Wormtail, who had finished tying Harry to the headstone, didn't reply. He was too busy checking the tightness of the ropes, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. When he was satisfied that Harry wouldn't be able to move an inch, he pulled out two lengths of dark materials and approached me. He stuffed the material into my mouth, then did the same with Harry, and without a word, he turned around and hurried off.

I wasn't able to make any noise, and didn't have enough energy to struggle. My wrist was throbbing painfully, and my throat felt like sandpaper.

I couldn't turn my head to look at Harry, nor to look behind me to see where Wormtail had gone.

Cedric's body was lying about twenty feet away, and twinkling a few feet behind him was the Triwizard Cup. I could just about make out Harry's wand lying at Cedric's feet. The little bundle of robes that I thought was a baby was lying close to Cedric, leaning against a headstone. It seemed to be stirring, as if it had just woken up. As I watched it, I heard Harry grunting in pain as much as he could with the gag in his mouth.

I didn't want to know what was in those robes...I didn't want those robes opened...

I could hear noises at my feet. I looked down as much as I could and saw a gigantic snake slithering past me and Harry. I shut my eyes closed and tried to get the snake out of my mind. I hate, hate, snakes. And the whole fiasco with the Basilisk never helped that...

Wormtail's fast, wheezy, breathing was growing louder again. I sounded like he was dragging something heavy across the ground. When he came back into our line of sight, I saw that he was dragging a large, stone cauldron closer to us. It seemed to be full of water- I could hear it slopping around...it was larger than any cauldron I had ever used; large enough for a full-grown man to sit comfortably in.

The thing inside the cauldron was stirring more persistently, as if it was trying to free itself. Wormtail was bent down at the bottom of the cauldron, waving his wand. Suddenly, there were crackling flames underneath it. I saw the snake slither away in the darkness.

The liquid in the cauldron started to heat up very fast. The surface began not only to bubble, but started sending red sparks up into the air, as if it was on fire. Steam was thickening, blurring Wormtail's silhouette as he tended to the flames. The movements beneath the robes became more agitated, and I heard the high, cold voice again.

"Hurry!"

The whole surface of the water was alight with sparks now- it looked like it was encrusted with diamonds.

"It's ready, Master."

"Now..." said the cold voice.

Wormtail pulled open the robes, revealing what was inside them. My eyes widened and my heart started thumping painfully against my chest. Beside me, Harry let out a strangled yell that was muffled by the gag.

I would never be able to describe it properly. Nothing should ever look like that. It was like he had flipped over a stone and revealed something ugly, slimy and blind- but a million times worse. The thing that Wormtail had been carrying had the same crouched shape of a small child, but I had never seen anything less like a child. It was completely hairless, and scaly-looking, it's skin a dark, raw, reddish black. It's arms and legs were skinny and feeble, and it's face- no child ever had a face like that- was as white as a sheet, flat and snakelike, with red, gleaming eyes.

The thing seemed completely helpless; it raised it's thin arms and put them around Wormtail's fat neck, and Wormtail lifted it. As he did, Wormtail's hood fell back and I could see the look of revulsion on his weak, pale face as he carried the thing to the cauldron...then Wormtail lowered the creature into the cauldron; there was a loud hiss and it disappeared completely into the cauldron; I heard it's frail body with the bottom with a thud.

Please let it drown...please let it drown...please let it drown...

You know as well I do, Maximum, that that won't happen The Voice said, interrupting my mantra.

Well then, why don't you do something useful and tell me how to get us out of here!

I can't. This has to happen.

What has to happen? What is happening?

You'll see soon enough. Just keep your head clear and you and Harry will be fine.

What the hell does that mean?!

No answer. Awesome.

Wormtail's squeaky voice broke off my train of thought. His voice was shaking; he seemed so scared that I thought he might wet himself. He took a breath, raised his wand, and spoke to the night.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"

The surface of the grave at Harry's feet started to shake and crack. I watched as a fine trickle of dust rose into the air and floated over to Wormtail, and fell softly into the cauldron. The surface of the water broke and hissed, and sent sparks in every direction. It then turned a vivid, poisonous-looking blue.

Now, Wormtail began to whimper. He pulled a long, sharp, shining silver dagger from inside his cloak. His voice broke into petrified sobs.

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

He stretched out his right hand in front of him- the hand that was missing a finger. He gripped the dagger tightly in his left hand, and swung it upward.

Realising what he was about to a split second before it happened, I shut my eyes as tightly as I could, but I wasn't able to block out the sound of Wormtail's agonised scream that split through the night. I heard something heavy fall to the ground, and Wormtail's pained gasps, then a sickening splash, as something was dropped into the cauldron. I couldn't bring myself to look, but I was able to see the bright red colour that the potion had turned through my closed eyelids.

Wormtail was gasping and whimpering in pain, and it wasn't until I felt his hot breath on my face that I realised that he was right in front of me and Harry.

"Blood...from enemies...forcibly taken...you will...resurrect your...foe..."

I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was tied too tightly to the headstone. I felt Wormtail cut through the sleeve of my t-shirt. I opened my eyes in time to see Wormtail placing the dagger, that was coated in his drying blood, at the crook of my elbow. He dragged it down to my wrist, and I hissed loudly (though it was muffled by the gag) at the sudden pain that flared up my arm. Blood started seeping down from my arm onto my skirt and my t-shirt.

He then moved over to Harry and did the same thing to him. He then fumbled with his pockets until he pulled out a small glass phial. He held it to my cut, and when a few drops of my blood had been collected in it, he moved back to Harry and collected a few drops of his blood.

Wormtail staggered back to the cauldron with our blood, and poured it inside. The liquid instantly turned a blinding white. Wormtail, his job done, fell to his knees beside the cauldron, then slumped sideways, cradling the bleeding stump of his arm, gasping and sobbing uncontrollably.

The cauldron was shimmering, sending sparks in all directions. I could feel the heat from it. It was so blindingly white that it turned everything else to complete darkness. For a few minutes, nothing happened...

Please let it have drowned...please let it have drowned...

I turned my head as much as possible to see Harry, and saw him doing the same. We looked each other in the eyes, and in that one look, we had said all we wanted to say.

I wish we had more time together.

We're not going to die tonight. We'll have plenty of time together.

Then, suddenly, the sparks coming from the cauldron were extinguished. A cloud of white steam billowed from the cauldron, obliterating everything around me, so I couldn't see Harry, or Cedric, or Wormtail...

It's gone wrong, I thought to myself. It hasn't worked. It's drowned. Please...please let it have drowned...

All of the smoke and heat reminded me of when the School went on fire when I was seven. We had barely got out alive- not that the Whitecoats cared. They never said, but the flock were pretty convinced they started that fire on purpose, to see what we'd do. Nudge still has burn marks on her back and shoulders.

I was brought out of my musings when I saw, with an icy surge of terror, the outline of a tall, thin man rising slowly from the cauldron.

"Robe me," said the high, cold voice from behind the steam and smoke, and Wormtail, still sobbing and gasping, scrambled to pick up the black robes on the ground by the cauldron. He got to his feet, reached up, and pulled them one handed, over his masters head.

The thin man stepped out of the cover of the steam and stared at me and Harry...and we stared back at the man that has haunted the nightmares of hundres of wizards. Whiter than a sheet, with wide, livid scarlet eyes, and a nose that was flat as a snakes with slits for nostrils...

Lord Voldemort had risen again.

And here it is. Ol' Voldy has come back.

Sorry this may seem rushed, and sorry for the delay, but school has been hectic (we've gotten the dates for our music practicals, and we've been practising for that a lot...though I still refuse to sing in front of people other than my friend, whose playing the piano while I sing) and the teachers have been piling us with homework bigger than Mt. Everest...and I have a throat infection, that's slowly starting to become a chest infection!

But, hey, I got a chapter up, right?

Anyway, this chapter was short, so the next one will be longer :)

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