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Chapter 80

When they landed, it was badly. The cup got tossed and Cedric ended up on Harry's broken leg - no doubt breaking it even further.

As Cedric disentangled himself from Harry, he looked at him curiously. "Did anyone tell you the cup was a port key?"

"No," he groaned as he tried to stand up, putting all his weight on his good leg. "Maybe the cup is still a port key. We should get back to it."

"Let's look around first," suggested Cedric.

Harry grimaced but pulled out his wand. It was then he realized that his scar was hurting. "Cedric, we need to get back to the cup," he said with more urgency. "Something's not right."

"Where are we?" He was obviously not listening.

Harry rubbed his scar as he truly looked around for the first time. There was a huge cauldron in the middle of a graveyard.

"A graveyard," he whispered. Then he caught sight of a grave that made his blood run cold.

Tom Riddle

"Cedric, we need to get out of here. Now!" screamed Harry. "Go back to the cup!"

A noise made both of them turn around. Someone was coming.

As the figure drew near, Harry's scar exploded with pain. He dropped to the ground clutching at it.

"Kill the spare!" came an evil hiss.

Harry felt the air around him change and screamed "NO!" the same time he heard "AVADA KEDAVRA!" He managed to look up long enough to pull Cedric out of the line of fire, but a second one was shot before Harry could do anything and unfortunately, it hit it's mark.

Harry watched as Cedric fell to the ground lifelessly, his eyes open in shock. He then turned his head the other direction and vomited from all of the dark magic swirling in the air. It was so thick that he was having trouble catching his breath.

He blacked out after that.

When Harry came to, the first thing he saw was Cedric's dead body lying on the ground. He then focused on the person tying him to the gravestone.

"Pettigrew!"

Harry managed to swat the man's cloak off of his head.

"Tie him up tight," came the voice. "I don't want him escaping."

"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked through the pain in his leg and scar.

"Because my master will win."

"Not in the state he's in he won't," said Harry. He could see a bundle of robes with something in it laying near the cauldron.

"You used to be best friends with my dad and mom. What made you give that up? Voldemort is your master, not your friend." Harry hissed as Wormtail tied his bad leg to the grave. "I've heard stories how you used to baby sit me and how I called you my Uncle Wormy. I was told that you always brought me candy and that you would read to me. Sirius escaped from Azkaban to commit the murder he was accused of but I stopped him because I knew my dad wouldn't want you dead."

"Wormtail, gag him," came another hiss.

"I stopped him from killing you and you owe me. Let me go. Let me take ..." Harry choked up. "Let me take Cedric's body back to his parents, back to his friends."

"Gag him! Now!"

Harry saw something flicker in Wormtails eyes.

"I'll protect you from Azkaban. I'll help you hide if you want me too. Voldemort can't get his body back without your help. If you leave him like he is, he'll get weak and die ... again."

"Nagini," hissed Voldemort.

Harry saw a snake come out of a building in the distance. It was huge.

"Uncle Wormy, let me go. Let Voldemort die again. No one will ever have to know about this. They all think that I'm still in the maze."

Harry saw Peter hesitate as he finished tying him up.

"I forgive you for my parents death, Peter. I can't blame you for something that happened so long ago when I don't know all the circumstances surrounding you at that time. Let me go and we can start again, us getting to know each other. I don't have any parents and I'll shield you from Sirius and Remus if I have too. You were all good friends once. I don't see why you couldn't be again. Just let me go."

Harry saw Peter reach for the binding on his wrist then freeze when he caught sight of Nagini. "No. My master will rise again and take what is rightfully his."

Harry was then gagged.

He watched as Pettigrew walked away from him and levitated the cup onto Cedric's dead body.

Cedric then vanished across the lands.

"I returned the boy's body to his parents for a burial. When you die tonight, at least you'll die knowing that one of your requests was made," stuttered out Pettigrew.

Harry closed his eyes in defeat. Now he had no way out of here should he get free. As Peter pointed out, at least he now knew that Cedric would get a proper burial. He figured that after tonight there wouldn't be anything left of himself to bury.

The Headmaster had made most of the students go back to their dorms when the cup had transported the boy's away from the castle.

Harry and Cedric's friends, however, would not budge.

In the stands, everyone was beside themselves. When the killing curse had hit Diggory, his sphere had gone out. Albus and several others had already been trying to locate them but that made everyone stop and give pause.

They all watched as Harry tried to talk his way out of the situation. Everyone had literally froze when Harry said that he forgave Peter. Beside of him, Albus felt Severus stiffen.

Fudge then sauntered over to where the group was standing around a conjured table with maps on it as they tried to locate where Harry was. He was saying that it had to be a trick but every single professor that had taught Pettigrew said that it was indeed him.

Severus, himself, was frantically casting every spell he could to locate Harry but they all fizzled out.

The angle on the sphere was not very good and it couldn't be rotated which hampered looking around at the surrounding area to see if something was familiar to anyone.

He then remembered the necklace.

"Albus, you added the port key spell to his necklace didn't you?"

"I tried it already Severus. It didn't work. There must be some kind of anti-port key barrier up."

Just then, Diggory appeared before them all. Everyone rushed to him.

"He is indeed dead," said Albus as he closed the boys eyes. Cedric's father had ran to his son's now dead body. He had screamed out in pain when Cedric's sphere had winked out. The boy's friends weren't doing much better.

"Albus, this port key was used right beside of Potter," hissed Severus quietly.

"It must be tuned to the property." Albus then grabbed a hold of it but sighed. "It's no longer working."

A mad sounding laugh then came across the grounds.

Alastor Moody.

He had still been evading the Headmaster and Albus hadn't even been able to locate him during the day.

"Hmm. I wasn't counting on my Lord to have an audience to his re-birthing ceremony. We'll just have to fix that."

Moody then shot a spell at the sphere with Harry's image on it causing it to shatter.

Before anyone could react, he used a port key of his own and vanished.

"What in Merlin's name is going on here?" demanded Fudge.

Albus' eyes widened. "Vector, Sinastra - check Moody's quarters, especially his trunk."

The two teachers ran off.

"That was not Alastor Moody. I've had my suspicions for a while but no proof," said Albus to Fudge.

Albus then resumed his searching spells, dismissing the minister from his notice. Harry was more important that Fudge was.

Harry felt like he was in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

Voldemort had just appeared out of a cauldron and was currently putting on his robes.

His scar was searing in pain but for the moment he blocked it away.

"My wand, Wormtail."

Harry watched as Pettigrew handed Voldemort his wand. He could see that it had a bone handle.

"Now give me your arm Wormtail," he hissed.

Wormtail offered up the arm that was bleeding profusely where he had cut off his own hand.

"The other arm Wormtail." Voldemort then jerked Wormtail's left arm towards him and raised the sleeve up that had been covering the Dark Mark.

"My follower's will have noticed it growing darker all year. Who will answer the call I wonder?"

He then touched his wand to Wormtail's Dark Mark.

Harry felt a searing pain go through his scar, which caused him to make a noise. Up until that point, he had been trying to stifle the agony he was going through.

His noise had caused Voldemort to remember that he was there.

Severus grabbed Albus' arm. "I'm being summoned," he whispered as he glanced down towards his left arm with horror on his face.

"No. You will not answer it," Albus said with fire in his eyes.

"Albus, Harry could still be alive. I can retrieve him."

"No Severus. Not yet." He then turned to look at Gabriella in the stands and walked over to her. "Miss Nott, Mr. Potter gave you a bracelet for Valentine's Day didn't he?"

She nodded. "It's still warm against my arm. He's still alive." She was trying to hold back her tears now. Ron and Hermione both had their arms around her. Neville had a hand placed on her shoulder.

"I need to borrow it. It may help me find him."

Gabriella unfastened it and handed it over.

Albus then started casting a variety of spells on it as he hovered it over a map.

"You see, Harry Potter, I couldn't touch you before because of the protection that coursed through your veins which was given to you by your mother when she died. But with your blood, I can touch ... you ... now."

Harry refused to scream when Voldemort touched a finger to his scar, but he really wanted to. He had never felt anything so painful before in his life.

The sound of people apparating in made Voldemort turn around.

After about 10 minutes, it appeared that they were all there.

"All that is left of my ranks," he said. "I will have to replenish them."

Harry thought there were at least 40 people there.

They all hit their knees when they saw Voldemort.

"My followers. It's been 13 years. Thirteen years since I have called you together and you still answer like it was yesterday."

He circled around each kneeling person. They appeared to be in a semi-circle formation. Harry counted 3 rows from where he was tied to the grave stone.

Voldemort would occasionally stop and berate someone, sometimes cursing them.

Harry however, could see his wand. When he had dropped to the ground earlier and threw up, he had dropped it too.

He was doing his best to do a wandless summoning spell without drawing attention to himself. But it wasn't working.

He focused through the pain in his scar, arm, and leg and whispered, "Accio Harry Potter's Wand."

It moved, but just an inch.

Harry tried again but it didn't move any more.

A new arrival made him look up though.

It was Moody. He thought for sure he was saved. Surely the others were right behind him.

"Well, well. I wondered if you would arrive," said Voldemort.

To Harry's horror, Moody put on a robe and mask and joined the inner most circle. Harry wasn't the only one surprised. Most of the Death Eaters had stood and drawn wands the second he had appeared.

"Did I give you permission to rise?" snarled Voldemort. He cursed a couple of them that had stood.

While Voldemort moved to the middle circle to "sniff out guilt", Harry watched Moody with betrayal in his eyes.

He then saw something strange happen. Moody started fidgeting slightly and a glow started to appear at his feet. He was showing a magical signature! Harry's eyes widened in surprise. He had seen it before. If he remembered correctly, it had belonged to an invisible person that had been tied to Winky at the World Cup match.

"Crabbe and Goyle, I expect better from you in the future."

Voldemort then went and stood in the middle of the inner circle.

"And you, my most trusted, my most faithful. You have let me lie for 13 years."

"My Lord, there was no sign or word of you. If there had been, I would have looked for you myself," came a voice that Harry recognized immediately.

It was Lucius Malfoy.

"There were signs, otherwise Wormtail, of all people, could not have found me. You chose not to look for me," he snarled. "But you will each be given another chance to prove yourselves once again."

Harry watched as Voldemort named a couple of people to berate them.

"And you, Nott."

Harry's head snapped up.

"I hear you've never given up your taste of the Dark Arts."

"No, my Lord."

"Another rumor has also reached my ears. A curious rumor at that. You daughter is the girlfriend of our guest of honor tonight. Is that true?"

With everyone having permission now, they all stared at Harry. In defiance, he glared back.

"The rumor is indeed true, my Lord. I thought the information she could garner from him could be useful when you returned. However, I see that after tonight, it won't matter."

Voldemort gave a hiss of a chuckle. "I may still desire to talk with her."

"As you wish, my Lord."

Harry felt a spike of fear go through him for Gabriella. He couldn't let Voldemort get his hands on her.

"Albus, you have to let me go," demanded Severus.

"No."

"He's still alive. I can feel it. I will be able to find some way to get him out of there alive."

"And you'll get yourself killed in the process."

"Then my life will be forfeit."

Albus touched Severus' arm. "No Severus. Give me 15 more minutes. If I haven't come up with something by then, you may answer the summons."

Severus stared into Albus eyes', and using an open form of legilimency, said into the Headmaster's mind, "If my son dies because you would not allow me to answer the summons, not only will his blood be on your hands but I will never forgive you."

Severus then stormed away from Albus.

"Untie him Wormtail and give him his wand."

Harry was untied where he immediately fell to the ground.

Any chance of running fled him as he realized his broken leg was completely numb.

As Harry stood up, again putting all his weight on his good leg, he pulled his wand up into a casting position. He would not show his fear.

"Crucio!"

Harry collapsed back to the ground. Every nerve in his body was on fire. It stopped after a minute, which felt like a year.

He managed to roll away from the second one but the third one hit him again.

The followers all laughed as Harry laid on the ground twitching, but he refused to scream - which caused him to nearly black out again.

Voldemort flicked his wand and Harry was suddenly standing again.

"Bow to me, Harry Potter. The boy who was prophesied to be my downfall," Voldemort said in mocking tones. "Bow to me and show everyone who your master is. Imperio!"

Harry felt the curse hit him and a voice inside of his head saying bow. He fought it. He didn't have much strength left but he used it to fight the curse.

He suddenly fell to his good knee. "No! I will NOT bow to you," he shouted. He felt the curse leave his body.

All of the Death Eater's stopped laughing then. He had fought off the Dark Lord's imperious curse. It was something un-heard of.

"Does that mean you are ready to die, Harry?"

Harry looked into Voldemort's red eyes. "No, Tom, I'm not." Then using his natural born Quidditch reflexes, he ducked behind a random tombstone.

"Form a circle around us but no one is to touch him. He's mine."

Harry peered around the grave marker and saw the Death Eaters surround him.

"Now, now Harry. Do you want everyone here to remember you as a coward?"

The word coward struck a nerve.

Harry was going to die. He had accepted that fact while he had been tied to the gravestone, but he would not go down without a fight.

"I am not a coward," snarled Harry. Using the head of the grave stone, he stood up and limped out from behind it. He could no longer feel the pain in his leg, arm (where Wormtail had taken his blood), nor scar.

They were all still hurting but he figured that it was the least of his problems at the moment so he shoved it to the back of his mind.

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Albus, we found Alastor unconscious in his trunk," Sinastra said as she came running up to where the Headmaster was casting spell after spell.

"What?" demanded Fudge.

"Poppy has him. Evidently he's been there for months."

"They needed him alive for the Polyjuice potion," said Albus with dawning understanding. "Did he say who impersonated him?"

"He's pretty bad off."

"We need to question him," said Fudge.

"Any luck finding Potter?"

"No. He said he was in a graveyard before the imposter blew the sphere up. I think the area is under a variation of the Fidelius Charm. I feel like I should know where he's at but it's like a fog in my mind."

"Can you erect another sphere?"

"I've tried twice. The image comes up blank. I even summoned Fawkes down here to try to see if he could sense Harry but he couldn't."

"Surely you don't think You-Know-Who is behind this? He's dead!" exclaimed Fudge.

Albus tuned out the Minister's ranting again and tried to focus. He had tried every location spell he knew on the map's but they all fizzled out. He had tried using a drop of Severus' blood to scry for Harry but the crystal had remained motionless over the map. Severus, he could see, was getting antsy. He was afraid to let Severus answer the summon's. If Voldemort had indeed risen, he might kill Severus on sight, which would negate any attempt at getting Harry out of there alive. He wouldn't be able to handle it if he lost one of them, let alone both.

He picked up the bracelet that Ms. Nott had been wearing and felt it. It was still warm, so Harry was alive. How much longer would his luck hold out?

The Headmaster sighed. If the area was indeed under a variation of the Fidelius charm, then no spell would be able to locate him. It was looking more and more like he wouldn't have any choice but to let Severus answer the summons.

"Albus, I have an idea that can help us locate Harry but I need to explain it to you alone," said Remus as he came sprinting up to where he was standing. Behind Remus, Albus could see a giant dog near the edge of the bleachers.

'Of course,' thought Albus. 'The Godfather bond. It's more matured than the bond Severus has with Harry because Harry is unaware of the truth yet.' He quickly made his way to the waiting dog.

The golden cage had formed around Voldemort and Harry after he had shoved the ball of light into Voldemort's wand.

For the first time in his life, he had truly put his full power behind a spell - and to be honest, it scared him.

The cage erupted into a song then. A song that made Harry think of Fawkes and by association, Dumbledore. It renewed his strength and he held on even tighter to his wand.

As soon as the cage sat them back down on the ground, he saw a ghostly shape of Cedric come out of Voldemort's wand. He nearly let go of his wand in shock.

"Hold on Harry, more are coming," said the ghostly figure.

Around the light, Harry saw fear in Voldemort's eyes.

"He's mine! Don't interfere!" shouted Voldemort to his followers.

Outside, the Death Eaters were scrambling around trying to re-circle the moved golden cage.

"Hang on Harry, your dad is coming," said his mother. Harry couldn't take his eyes off of her. He had thought of her a lot tonight - more than anyone else.

"You're doing great Harry," said his dad. "We can only linger a moment after you break the connection."

"You must get to the area beyond those trees," said the old man that Harry had seen Voldemort kill earlier that year.

"Push through the pain," said the figure of the ghostly woman.

"Tell my parents that I love them," said the ghost of Cedric.

"I don't know how to get away even if I do manage to reach the area," said Harry. His grip was loosening on his wand.

"Your necklace is a port key. The Headmaster activated it when he saw you go missing. When you get beyond those trees, it will activate on your end and take you to safety," said his mother.

She then flew over and whispered something in his ear.

"We'll only linger a moment. You need to run as fast and as hard as you can son. I love you," said his dad.

"I love you too," added his mother. "We're both very proud of you."

"When you're ready Harry, break the connection," said Cedric.

"Albus, it's been 20 minutes. I'm answering the summons."

Before Albus could say anything to stop him, there was a whirling vertex noise and a popping sound.

Everyone turned around in time to see a badly injured and bleeding profusely Harry Potter get tossed onto the ground.

And he wasn't moving.

A/N: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. I'm glad you all liked my viewer idea. =) *set's out ice cream for everyone in hopes of bribing more reviews*

A/N: Hmm, well, would you look at that! It's another cliff-hanger. *pushes my own Death Eater mask and robe out of the way and grins innocently*

So, as for Harry's chat with Pettigrew, in my mind, that was his self-preservation Slytherin side coming out. As for whether or not he has really forgiven Peter remains to be seen. I suppose I could add it in a later chapter, assuming Harry is alive of course. *points to cliff hanger for reference* As for Dumbles, poor guy really needs to screen his DADA teacher's.

Anyway, I hope you all liked my take on the graveyard. You should see my notes on it around me. There is a lot of them and I have them all over the place. LOL As for James coming out of the wand and calling Harry his son, that's because Harry is his son. I know it was like a zillion chapter's back, but James knew that Harry was not his biologically because he found the book in which Lily had researched the potion (she had notes written all over the book). It's in chapter 58 if anyone needs a refresher. =)

Regarding Cedric's death. I toyed with the idea for a long time of letting him live. I even have a stack of notes with a different scenario where Harry pushed Cedric out of the way of the curse and back onto the cup, thus saving Cedric and causing himself to not have a way out - which let the scene play out normally. However, future writing caused me to need him to die. Sorry those that wanted me to save him! I really did try!

Up next, the night that never ended. ;-) I'll be nice and aim for a Thursday/Friday posting, instead of Saturday - which is what I was originally going to do. I have a major scene to carefully comb through before I can post it. *grabs robes and mask and flee's*