Harry watched as the black roiling mass poured out of the cauldron and formed the shape of a human body, or mostly human. Red glowing eyes in a hideous reptilian face sat over an androgynous figure that was mercifully hidden behind a robe by Pettigrew quickly.

The figure of Voldemort strode over to Harry who clenched his eyes closed. He felt a cold clammy finger stroke his forehead slowly, "I can touch you now.." was whispered into his face by a dank rancid breath.

The finger was removed and Harry felt himself being released from the tombstone. "Rise Potter, you should not die on your knees like a common animal. I shall duel you so that we can tell your friends you died with honor. Shall we?"

Before Harry could reply he heard all sound stop like a switch had been thrown. Opening his eyes he saw that everything was standing still, even the flames had stopped moving.

Unconsciously he said, "What the bloody hell?"

"Exactly Harry. Bloody Hell indeed." a seductive feminine voice purred from behind him.

Spinning he froze as a tall barely dressed female reclined on the cover of a nearby tomb. Her large black leathery wings spread to glisten in the unearthly glow illuminating the scene. Her long coal black hair artfully draped over her bosom she grinned with blood red lips at him, small fangs visible.

"What? Who? What are you?" Harry managed to stammer out taking a step back only to bump into Voldemort and recoil again.

"My name is Rhetta. I have been sent to make you an offer." she said swinging her legs around so that she was sitting on the side of the tomb leaning forward with her arms squeezing her mounds together.

"An Offer?" Harry asked licking his lips. Trying to maintain eye contact with her. He had heard of demonic contracts from his aunt Petunia. He had a very strong feeling that Hermione would be very cross with him if she knew he had made a deal with a devil.

"You seem to be in a bit of a pickle with Tom and his friends. I could help you with that." She said hopping off of the tomb which caused things to jiggle in a way that almost distracted Harry, " One snap of my fingers and I could help you vanquish him, capture Pettigrew, clear your godfather's name, and even get the girl of your dreams."

She was standing so close, whispering into his ear that Harry could feel the warmth of her body, smell the hint of sulphur.

Harry thought back quickly to when Petunia had taken him to a priest to be exorcised, hoping that would drive the freakishness out of him. "Get thee behind me. I command thee evil spirit!"

She laughed in a dark amusement. Her voice taking a tone of amusement, "Oh Harry. You have to belief in the power for it to work. You have to be-leeve." She growled.

"I reject your deal. I'll do fine without making a deal with evil." He shouted clenching his fists preparing to die.

She made a pouting whine of disappointment before sighing, "Suit yourself. Have fun."

"Potter? You dare turn your back on me?" He heard Voldemort say. Harry sprinted for cover using his wand to parry several spells before he managed to cast accio to bring the cup and cedric's body to him. Voldemort screamed in sheer rage as he vanished from the graveyard.

Rhetta stood unnoticed and hidden by the veil of darkness from the mortals with a curious smile on her face. "Well Well that was lucky. I may have to watch you a bit more Harry Potter."