Chapter 41! :D I've finished writing this story after three long years, so I'll continue posting chapters every few days or so for ya'll. In a few months, perhaps, I might start posting the rewrite, but with that one, I want to thoroughly work out all the plot issues. So. Things.
Also, I'll be posting a DanganRonpa SYOC for those of you DanganRonpa fans and SYOC suckers (like me) that want to check it out. I'm still working on the HP/FT crossover of course, and the RotG/Peter Pan one as well, but those are side projects, so it'll be at a much slower pace.

Lastly, reviews are appreciated! I know you people are lazy! I see the traffic graphs so I know you're reading! If you have any suggestions for the rewrite, review me or PM me or something! I want to know what you might like to see changed or elaborated!
(Also, this is sorta a Harry-centric chapter. Sorry bout that.)

Last Time…

Hitsugaya brought up his zanpaktou in an attempt to block it, only for Aizen to laugh. "Avada Kedavra."

The sickly green light shot out of the wand… and right past his head. If possible, his eyes widened even further, and he whirled around.

No one had time to act as the spell found its target.

"Cedric!"

Harry's scream was all that was needed to put the other two into action, and they leaped. Ichigo roared in anger as Hitsugaya snarled, and the two leapt at Aizen. Kurosaki's blade was blocked as Raynaulski flash-stepped before him, holding his own katana.

Harry, meanwhile, rushed over to Cedric, face contorted as tears threatened to fall.

Aizen glanced over to where Voldemort still stood silently. Once they made eye contact, the resurrected wizard nodded at him. Aizen smiled.

"Let's leave them to their reunion, shall we?" Hitsugaya's eye widened, and with a flash and a crack, Raynaulski, Ichigo, Aizen, and Hitsugaya disappeared.

The creature howled in agony as Haineko wrapped around it with the appearance of sand, creating small, but numerous lacerations all over the mask. On the other head, Shouta's first bullet imbedded itself in the center while Sode no Shirayuki followed seconds after, burying itself just above the bullet wound.

A dark, sticky black substance oozed from the wounds, and the creature howled again, throwing Rukia off. She flipped several times before landing besides the other two, panting.

"The mask seems to be its only weakness, but are we sure that's how we'll be able to kill it?" Shouta asked, huffing in frustration as much as exhaustion.

"It's a serpent, so what about using fire?" Rukia suggested.

"And where are we supposed to find fire?" The male of the trio retorted, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes in suspicion at the body of the surface. "What's it even made out of…?"

"Wait, I think I've read something about creatures like this before." The other two turned to look at her in question, turning back to face the creature as a head lunged at them again. "I don't know exactly where they originated, but there's a mythological creature called Amphisbaena. It's a serpent-like creature with a head on either end. There was a problem several years back with them, I think, but it was dealt with by the Twelfth Division, so I'd forgotten about it until now."

"Then do you know a way to kill it?" Two pairs of eyes looked at her urgently, but Matsumoto shrugged helplessly.

They're interrupted, however, by a large blast of dark energy that sends the three of them hurling to the ground. The creature—the Amphisbaena—howled once more.

Harry huffed, his chest heaving as he leaned his head back to rest against the cold gravestone. From farther off in the clearing, Voldemort continued speaking, goading him to come out. To fight. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth.

Opening them again, his eyes strayed to another part of the clearing, where Cedric's body lay. His face was pale and gaunt, light brown hair still matted down with the sweat from the third task. His back was unnaturally bent over the uneven ground, limbs splayed in a position that would've been comfortable had he still been alive. Cedric lay facing him with dead gray eyes. The light that had been in them only moments before was gone, and all that remained was a hollow gaze that sent shivers down Harry's spine.

"Don't you turn your back on me, Harry Potter!" Voldemort's voice cried out. "I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!" His words caused Harry's fingers to tighten around his wand, knuckles turning white from the sheer pressure.

Cedric's lightless eyes continued to stare at him.

'If there's no way out,' Harry gritted his teeth, the muscles in his legs coiling, 'then at least I'll die fighting!'

The boy-who-lived leaped out from behind the headstone, wand pointing at Voldemort firmly.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The two streams of light—a fiery red and a wan green—collided with each other, each struggling to overpower one another. Harry's wand was vibrating like a violin string, the movement causing his hand to seize up around it, and a narrow, golden beam of light connected the two wands.

Harry's eyes grew wide in astonishment, gaze following the beam to the other end, where Voldemort's spindly, skeleton-like fingers seemed to be experiencing the same phenomenon as him.

More golden beams of light began crisscrossing the area around them, each one connecting to the two wands. It kept the surrounding Death Eaters at bay, and Harry's eyes widened even further as what appeared to be ghosts began appearing all around him.

Cedric smiled at him reassuringly. "Don't give up, Harry." Others appeared, giving out similar encouragements. His voice caught in his throat as the unmistakable forms of James and Lily Potter appeared before him.

His mother, with the same green, green eyes as him, smiled lovingly. "We can distract him for just a moment." She said, and Harry opened his mouth to ask—he didn't know what to ask, so many questions were spinning around in his head—however, Lily just shook her head.

"You have to get back to the portkey, son." His father explained, and there was something melancholic about his expression. They moved back as Cedric drifted forward.

His eyes were sad, but there was a smile on his face. "Take my body back to my family for me, will you Harry?" The fourth year felt the tears coming back, but he nodded. Cedric's smile widened, and he turned around to face Voldemort, his movement echoed by the others—Harry still couldn't decide if they were spirits or not—and they all rushed him.

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named cried out angrily, and the younger boy used this chance, rushing over towards Cedric's corpse as he directed his wand at the trophy. The glowing blue object flew in his direction and he grasped for it, one hand still clutching Cedric's body.

With one last angry cry from Voldemort, body, wand, portkey and boy disappeared.