Hermione and Harry meant to go back to the Cullens and learn more about their culture but there was no time, especially with all of the studying for finals and helping Harry train for the third task. Harry told both Ron and Hermione time and time again that he was all right to train by himself but they refused to do so. "It's giving us hands-on experience, especially for the Defense Against Dark Arts class. We'll know things that others don't. If they need help, we can tutor them," Hermione explained. Before they knew it, it was time for the third task, everyone had gathered at the stadium. The Hogwarts band was playing music while everyone was waiting for the Champions to come out. One by one they had come out. Each one of the champions except Harry had someone there with them. Dumbledore was walking in front of Harry. Dumbledore had stood up to the podium as Harry stood near the entrance that had the Gryffindor colors. Each champion had their own entrance to the maze.

Dumbledore pointed his wand near his neck and said "Sonorus!" Everyone had quieted down to hear what Dumbledore had to say. "Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup deep within the maze. Only he knows its exact position. Now, as Mr. Diggory and Mr. Potter are tied for first position, they will be the first to enter the maze, followed by Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour. The first person to touch the cup will be the winner! I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter. Should, at any point, a contestant wish to withdraw from the task, he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands," he turned around, "Contestants! Gather around. Quickly!" All of the contestants stood near Dumbledore, "In the maze, you'll find no dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead, you'll find something even more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can. But be very wary, you could just lose yourselves along the way. Champions! Prepare yourselves! On the count of three. One—" the cannon had shot out. Dumbledore looked at Filch who simply just shrugged his shoulders. Harry looked at Cedric and they both nodded once before entering the maze. Time went on and all four contestants were in the maze, trying their best to find the way to the Cup. Harry made a turn before hearing a scream. He ran towards it and then quickly hid. His hiding place was quickly lit by Krum who seemed to have changed. Krum left him alone and left. Harry went to where Krum had come from and saw the grapevines take Fleur.

"Fleur? Fleur," he said and stood up, "Periculum!" his wand shot out red sparks and he went on.

He had just turned a corner when he heard Cedric say, "Get down! Get down!" He got down onto the floor. Cedric used the opportunity to attack Krum, "Expelliarmus!" Krum had fallen down. Cedric ran to his body and kicked his wand away from him.

Harry ran up to him, shouting, "No, don't! Stop! He's bewitched, Cedric!"

Cedric was fighting him, "Get off me!"

Harry held onto him, "He's bewitched!" They both ran, trying to outbeat each other for the glory. As they saw the glow of the cup, they both made a mad dash to it. The grapevines were attempting to distract them from winning but ended up getting only Cedric.

"Harry!" he called out. The grapevines were attacking him, his wand was out of reach, "Harry!" Harry had paused from where he stopped running and looked back at Cedric, "Harry!" Harry then looked at the cup and wasn't sure what to do, "Harry!"

He knew what he had to do, he pointed his wand and said, "Reducto!" He ran back and helped get the vines off Cedric's body. They both stood up and paused.

"Thanks," Cedric said.

"No problem," Harry replied.

Cedric looked at him and said, "You know, for a moment there, I thought you were going to let it get me.

"For a moment there, so did I," he replied.

"Some game, huh?"

"Some game." The wind started to blow against them but they froze where they stood. The bushes started to move against them and they both made a run towards the Cup.

"Go!" Cedric said as they stood in front of the Cup. "Go on, take it! You saved me, take it!" They were both looking behind them as they saw the wind and the trees catching up to them.

"Together. One…"

"Two… three!" they said together and they touched the Cup. Out of nowhere, they traveled somewhere else and landed in what looked like a graveyard.

"You okay?" Harry asked as soon as he got up.

"Yeah, you?" Cedric asked. "Where are we?"

Harry looked around and it looked familiar to him, "I've been here before."

Cedric went back to the cup and said, "It's a Portkey. Harry, the cup is a Portkey."

"I've been here before, in a dream. Cedric, we have to get back to the cup. Now!"

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"AAAAAGH!" And then without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face

Cedric ran to where Harry was, "Harry, what is it?"

"Get back to the cup!"

Wormtail was holding what looked like a cradle as another servant was dragging Ella. Cedric looked at who it was and pointed his wand at him, "Who are you, what do you want?"

"Kill the spare!" the voice came from whatever Wormtail was holding.

Wormtail pointed his wand at Cedric, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Harry and Ella screamed, "NO! CEDRIC!" With his wand, he had dragged both Ella and Harry toward the marble headstone and magically bound them together. Wormtail had dismissed the servant away.

"Do it! Now!" Voldemort ordered him.

Wormtail then dropped whatever he was holding into the goblet. With his wand, he commanded a bone out of its grave, "Bone of the father, unwillingly given," it went into the goblet. He then, put his wand away and brought out a knife from his jacket pocket, "Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed," he screamed as he cut off his right hand. With the same knife, he went up to Harry and cut his forearm, Harry screamed, "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken. The Dark Lord shall rise again!"

But then, through the mist in front of him, he saw, with an icy surge of terror, the goblet had transformed into a skeleton of a human. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snake's with slits for nostrils… Lord Voldemort has risen again. Once he was fully transformed into what was a body, he began examining his own body. His hands were like large, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his own chest, his arms, his face; thee red eyes, whose pupils were slits, like a cat's, gleamed still more brightly through the darkness. He held up his hands and flexed the fingers, his expression rapt and exultant. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wormtail, writhing in pain and slowly turned towards him. He approached Wormtail and said, "My wand, Wormtail." Once he grabbed his wand that Wormtail took out of his jacket pocket, he said, "Hold out your arm."

Wormtail thought that he was getting his hand back and said, "Master. Thank you, Master."

"The other arm, Wormtail," he clarified. Wormtail showed him his left arm, Voldemort then by using his wand touched the tattoo of the Dark Mark and called the Death Eaters. Once they had arrived, Voldemort addressed them "Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me. Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius," he said as he stood over him threateningly.

"My Lord, had I detected any sign... a whisper of your whereabouts—"

"Oh there were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers," he interrupted.

"I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence that is my true mask."

"I returned," Wormtail said.

Voldemort half ran, half walked towards Wormtail who, in turn shuddered in fear. "Out of fear, not loyalty," he informed him. "Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail." He gave Wormtail a new silver hand.

"Thank you, master. Thank you," he said as he saw his new hand.

Voldemort looked at the boy that Wormtail had killed, "Such a handsome boy."

"Don't touch him!" Harry called out.

"Harry, I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. Yeah, I'd introduce you, but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days. As for you Ella, I can't even begin to describe what I'm feeling when I heard that the Ministry of Magic isn't even acknowledging you," he informed her.

"You're a monster, you don't have any feelings!" she spat at him.

"Perhaps, but you should say the same. You are a monster as well, are you not?"

"She's not one because she knows how to feel. She has a soul and you don't!" Harry intercepted.

"The boy who lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened 13 years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? Yes, shall I? It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed. I can touch you now!" Harry screamed as soon as Voldemort had touched his scar. Voldemort had thrived on hearing him scream. "Astounding what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?" He unbound the magic that was holding both Ella and Harry. "Pick up your wand, Potter. I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up! You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes? First we bow to each other. Come now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, bow," He forced Harry to bow. "That's better. And now…"

He threw Harry up in the air and he fell down, Ella cried out, "No!"

"Crucio! Crucio!" he wanted Harry to suffer.

"Harry!" Ella screamed out. She was too destabilized in Voldemort's presence. She couldn't figure out why she felt so weak. She wondered if he knew some kind of potion or a spell that would cause her to be powerless and feeble.

"Attaboy, Harry. Your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy Muggle mother."

"Expelliar—" Voldemort had countered out.

"I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you. After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight if they speak of you, they'll only speak of how you begged for death. And how I, being a merciful Lord... obliged. Get up!" Harry ran behind a statue and heard Voldemort say, "Don't you turn your back on me, Harry Potter! I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!"

Harry took a moment to decide on what to do. He looked over to where Ella was somewhat lying over Cedric's body, doing her best to protect him and there, he decided that he had to face Voldemort. He didn't want to live his life in fear, "Have it your way!"

As Harry shouted, "Expelliarmus!" Voldemort cried "Avada Kedavra!" The jet of green light issued from Voldemort's wand just as a jet of red light blasted from Harry's – 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 if he'd wanted to – and a narrow beam of light connected the two wands, neither red or green but bright, deep gold. Harry, following the beam with his astonished gaze, saw that Voldemort's long white fingers too were gripping a wand that was shaking and vibrating.

"Do nothing! He's mine to finish! HE'S MINE!" Voldemort commanded as the golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered; though the wands remained connected, a thousand more beams arced high over Harry and Voldemort, crisscrossing all around them, until they were enclosed in a golden, dome-shaped web, a cage of light, beyond which the Death Eaters circled like jackals, their cries strangely muffled now. The ghost of Cedric Diggory had appeared, then a ghost of an old man appeared. Two more bright lights appeared and shot up out to the sky and landed near Harry, it was his parents.

"Harry, when the connection is broken, you must get to the Portkey. We can linger for a moment to give you some time but only a moment. Do you understand?

"Harry. Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father," Cedric said.

"Let go. Sweetheart, you're ready. Let go! Let go!"

Once he let go, all four spirits attacked Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Harry ran towards Ella and Cedric. Using his wand, he pointed to the Cup and said, "Accio!" The cup flew to him and they flew back to the floor of the stadium. Everyone in the stadium had saw them and cheered. Ella immediately tried to revive him in the way that she could, but with her limited energy, it was making her frustrated. In a distance, she heard a girl scream.

Dumbledore ran up to Harry, "Harry! Harry!"

"No! No! No, don't!" he was attempting to cover Cedric's body. Dumbledore ran to an empty spot.

Fudge went up to them and said, "For God's sake Dumbledore, what's happened?"

"He's back. He's back. Voldemort's back. Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him... not there." Harry cried out.

Dumbledore held his head, "It's all right, Harry... it's all right. He's home, you both are."

Fudge went up to McGonagall and Snape, "Keep everybody in their seats, a boy has just been killed. Miss Cullen is trying to revive him but it's not working." They approached him, "The body must be moved, Dumbledore, there are too many people."

"Let me through. LET ME THROUGH! Let me through!" Ella moved out of the way, tears were running down her face. Amos wailed and fell down near his son, "THAT'S MY SON! That's my boy! IT'S MY BOY!" Edward had come by to gather Ella in his arms as she cried. The Cullens had gathered around her and moved away from the scene. Moody had done the same thing with Harry. Ella could hear Harry struggle against Moody.

"Carlisle, get Dumbledore now," Edward said. Carlisle went to get Dumbledore.

Moody managed to get Potter to sit in his office, "Are you all right, Potter? Does it hurt? That?"

"Not so much now," he said.

"Perhaps I'd better take a look at it."

"The cup was a Portkey. Someone had bewitched it," Harry said.

"What was it like? What was he like?"

"Who?"

"The Dark Lord. What was it like to stand in his presence?"

"I don't know. It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams, into one of my nightmares."

"Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?"

"I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor."

"'Marvelous creatures, Dragons, aren't they'. Do you think that miserable oaf would've led you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it? Do you think Cedric Diggory would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, could've provided you with Gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that led him straight to it?

"It was you from the beginning. You put my name into the Goblet of Fire. You bewitched Krum, but you…" Harry said.

"But… but… You won because I made it so, Potter! You ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so And now the deed is done. The blood that runs through these veins runs within the Dark Lord! Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Harry Potter!"

Before he could do anything, they both heard, "Expelliarmus!" Dumbledore had managed to get him in a chair. Snape, McGonagall, Ella and Edward were following close by. "Severus," Snape gave him something to drink, "That's it, take it. Do you know who I am?"

"Albus Dumbledore," he replied.

"Are you Alastor Moody? Are you?"

"No."

"Is he in this room? Is he in this room?" He looked at a box that Harry was standing next to.

"Harry, away from there," Ella said and he immediately left the area and stood next to her.

Snape opened it with his wand and it opened, they all looked down into the box and saw that Moody was hidden, "You all right, Alastor?"

"I'm sorry, Albus," he replied.

Harry said, "That's Moody. But then who's-?"

Snape got one of the bottles that was there and smelled it, "Polyjuice Potion."

"Now we know who's been stealing from your stores, Severus. We'll get you up in a minute." They all looked at who was sitting in the chair and saw that he had changed into Barty Crouch, Jr. He tried to grab Harry, but he couldn't, "Harry! Barty Crouch Junior."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said as he showed what was on his arm.

Dumbledore grabbed Harry's arm and pulled up his sleeve, "Your arm, Harry."

"You know what this means, don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned," he said.

"I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help it," he said.

"Send an owl to Azkaban. I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner," Dumbledore told McGonagall.

"I'll be welcomed back like a hero!" he said.

"Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes," he replied and motioned for everyone to leave.