Harry watched as time seemed to slow down.

He watched as Cedric's life left his eyes in a green flash and he tumbled to the ground. Unmoving, dead.

Still as the gravestones that surrounded him.

He never caught the stunning spell that came right after.

Harry awoke. He was tied up, unable to move. He looked up to see he was bound to the statue of an angel of death. His blood ran cold.

He looked in front of him, a massive bubbling cauldron of foul smelling, green liquid was being tended to by Wormtail.

He used a wand Harry didn't recognize to keep the flames up and threw in a few scraps of something grey.

Harry tried struggling against the ropes to no avail.

"Ah, our little friend is awake master." Wormtail simpered, bowing to a bundled cloth off of the side.

"Begin the ritual, you fool." A high, cold voice demanded of him from the bundle.

If Harry were to put words to the voice he would have gone with baby snake gargling marbles.

"Y-yes master." Wormtail said, kowtowing immediately before returning to the cauldron.

He pulled out a wickedly sharp knife, the length of Harry's arm. Horribly serrated and very rusted.

The horror on Harry's face made the bundle in the corner laugh.

It sounded horrible, like a robot clown falling down the stairs, stuck in a high pitched whine.

Wormtail shivered at the sound and pulled something out a sack.

It was a bone, an oddly attractive human femur. The masculinity that poured off of it, came in waves.

"Bone of the father," Wormtail said, tossing the bone into the evil brew, "unknowingly given, you will renew your son."

He then pulled the massive knife up to his arm and hesitated.

"Do it." Came the voice from the bundle, like an elderly man sitting on a throne of lies.

Wormtail steeled himself, and raised the serrated, rusted knife over his little head.

"F-flesh of the s-ervant, willingly g-g-g-g-g-g-given," He said, sobbing quietly, knowing his master would punish him for the unnecessary tears and stuttering, "You will revive your master."

With that, he chopped off his entire arm at the shoulder with a single swipe, letting it plop into the suspicious soup.

He screamed bloody murder, as massive gouts of blood poured from his shoulder.

"BLOODY MURDER!"

Harry thought for sure he was the only one to see the lights turning on in several of the houses far down the hill.

"On to the next part, you cowardly rat."

"Yes master," Wormtail said, kowtowing awkwardly.

He stood back up, bringing the dirty, bloody knife to Harry's arm.

Harry started screaming and struggling violently.

Wormtail pricked his arm ever so slightly, taking a drop or two of blood into a vial and healing the wound immediately.

How the hell did he do that with only one arm? Harry thought dazed.

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe!"

And with that, Wormtail poured the minuscule offering of blood into the potion, turning it from emerald green to brilliant red and settling on a hot pink.

"Perfect." Came the falling-down-the-stairs, high pitched, robot clown whine of laughter from the bundle.

Wormtail stumbled over to Voldemort, kowtowing with every step, blood still gushing nonstop from his shoulder wound.

When he reached the bundle twenty feet away, he picked whatever it was up with one hand, cradling it as softly as a one armed rat could.

He brought it to the cauldron and chucked it in.

Harry felt terror creep up his spine as he caught a glimpse of the most awful, disgustingly wretched thing he had ever seen, tumble into the cauldron, grinning widely at him with absolutely perfect, pearly white baby teeth.

The smell of hot pink rose into the air as an inhuman shriek pierced through the air.

Hot pink mist rose from the liquid, as it began to bubble furiously.

Soon, the entire graveyard was covered in a hot pink mist, covering the ground completely, hiding it utterly from sight.

The screaming stopped all of a sudden and a terrible form rose from the mist.

Voldemort was risen.

His skin, was grey, like a corpse, but flawless like a supermodel. His hair was nonexistent, along with any genitalia. His muscles were slim but well toned and impressive, probably came from the femur from before, the oddly attractive femur that Wormtail had tossed in before his arm and the singular drop of blood. His teeth were shiny and white, like perfect pearls in moonlight, absolutely stunning teeth.

His nose, Gone.

"Robe me." He said, voice now masculine and perfect.

Wormtail looked around in panic, as he realized what that one thing he forgot to bring was.

"The cloth, you idiot."

From behind Voldemort, Harry watched as Wormtail took off his own cloak to offer it to his lord.

"The cloak you had me swaddled in, you moron."

"Y-you are st-standing on them my lord." Wormtail said kowtowing as more blood spurted from his shoulder.

Voldemort looked down at his feet and stepped off of the cloak.

"Swap cloaks with me." He said in a masculine voice, with a slight hiss to it.

Wormtail switched cloaks, putting on the cloak soaked in mysterious, hot pink potion.

Voldemort transfigured wormtail's cloak into something akin to silk and Wormtail put it on him.

A rather impressive feat for a one armed man.

"M-my lord." Wormtail simpered, pale and breathing heavily.

"Of course, a gift for my faithful servant." Voldemort waved his wand and the blood stopped.

"Say thank you, Wormtail."

Wormtail cried.

Voldemort scowled at his servant, perfect features marred by the expression, and kicked the little man in the face.

"Be grateful worm." He said.

Wormtail thanked him profusely as he kowtowed at Lord Voldemort's perfect feet, toenails immaculately clipped.

The dark lord turned to Harry.

"Impressive, isn't it boy?" He asked.

Harry was speechless, the lack of nose really threw him off.

"Call them, worm." He said, spinning on Wormtail.

The ugly little man raised his arm and frowned. Harry noticed that Wormtails arm was covered in tiny bite marks that could only have been made by a human with perfect teeth.

"Master," He said, voice shaking, "You made me cut off my arm with the dark mark for you to have one upon your resurrection."

Voldemort looked at the dark mark on his arm and glared at Wormtail.

"Then I suppose you need a new one."

Wormtail screamed and Voldemort descended on the unfortunate man.

Harry fainted twice during the ensuing ritual. And when he woke up the second time, Wormtail had a fresh dark mark on his right arm.

"You know what, actually I will call them." Voldemort said.

He raised his perfect, white, muscular, hairless arm and licked the dark mark.

Wormtail convulsed as his dark mark went off.

Seconds later, cracks of apparition filled the air, as insanely panicked death eaters appeared, kneeling before their lord.

One appeared half dressed, apparently forgetting pants.

Voldemort hissed at him, "You dare come before Voldemort unclothed?"

The man paled behind his mask and raised his hands begging for mercy.

Voldemort crucioed him.

When the screams stopped, he turned to view the circle of death eaters.

"Two are missing." He said softly, "One doing his duty to his lord, the other I fear may be lost to us forever."

Wormtail whsipered something to him.

He frowned, "No wait, that's not right, there are like fifteen in Azkaban."

He cast Crucio on Wormtail.

He looked at the death eaters, daring them to say something before clearing his throat.

Harry watched as Voldemort cast Crucio several more times and Lucius revealed himself receiving more Crucios than any other death eater.

Harry waited in pain until finally Voldemort turned back to him.

"I have your blood now, Harry." He said, raising one long, immaculately manicured finger up to Harry's face.

"I can…touch you." He said, running his finger longingly against Harry's nose.

Harry screamed in pain as his scar burst into fiery agony.

Voldemort's now perfect cackle lifted into the air.

Far below, more and more lights were turning on.

"Release him." Voldemort said.

Wormtail shakily cut Harry's bindings.

"Give him his wand." He ordered next.

"Uh sir?" One of the death eaters asked, "Is that the best idea?"

Voldemort spun on him and the death eaters fell silent.

"WHO SAID THAT!?" He screamed in his perfect, shrill voice.

Nobody spoke up.

He crucioed three of them as punishment. Lucius silently thanked the other death eaters for not ratting him out.

He would most likely forever be in their debt.

Voldemort turned back to Harry and gestured for him to stand.

Harry massaged his thin wrists as Wormtail thrust his wand into his hand.

"A duel then Harry?" Voldemort said, not asked.

Harry gulped.

"I heard you took dueling lessons, how very impressive." He said mockingly. "I was myself a master duelist in my years at Hogwarts."

He faced Harry and the death eaters formed a circle around the pair.

"I believe you have been taught how to respect your opponent? Then bow!"

Harry refused to bow and Voldemort, in a show of power, used wandless magic to force him to bow.

He cackled beautifully as Harry stood back up.

Ah crap! Harry thought, if he can do that, what in the world am I supposed to do!?

"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted.

Harry screamed as his every nerve lit up in pure agony.

Voldemort cast the spell several more times.

How can I possibly fight him!? Harry thought, his throat growing hoarse from the screaming.

Several death eaters empathized with Harry,

being crucioed was not fun.

Finally Harry got to his feet.

"Let's finish this, boy!" Voldemort said, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry had only a moment to react and make his choice of what to do.

In his head he came to a decision, a startling conclusion.

I don't want to die! I WANT TO LIVE! And he ran away, avoiding the beam of death Voldemort sent his way, with a desperate dive behind a half shattered gravestone.

The spell went past its intended target and into a death eater who then, dropped like a puppet that had been shot seven times and thrown onto the ground.

Voldemort cast the spell several more times, hitting stone after stone as Harry dove and weaved through the stones. It was difficult as he still couldn't see the ground thanks to the hot pink mist.

His feet hit something a little more solid as Voldemort chased him down, his death eaters following after, and his speed picked up.

But he was no match for the superiority of Voldemort's extremely fit body.

The dark lord easily kept up with him.

Lucius watched as the boy that frustrated his son for four years ran for his life. He felt immense satisfaction at the thought, and a bit of fear. Voldemort was not the forgiving type and he had not been faithful in his Lord's time away.

Voldemort chased the-boy-who-lived, moving quickly, yet graceful and elegant with every step. He made it look effortless as he chased the boy, sending spell after spell after him.

Harry tripped over something hard and landed in wet grass. He couldn't see what, the mist still concealed the ground.

Voldemort stopped just ten feet in front of Harry and his followers stood to his side. The dark lord stepped forward slowly as Harry Potter scrambled to his feet.

"Raise your wand boy." Voldemort said in his hissy, masculine voice, "And die with honor."

His lips peeled back to reveal his ivory whites, a terrifying smile for such beautiful teeth.

Harry raised his wand, prepared to defend himself, What can I do!? He thought, I have to get away, I need to run, I need to be anywhere else right now!

"Ava-

SCREEEEEEEEEE-BANG!

At that moment, a three story purple bus slammed into the dark lord's side, hurtling him eighty feet through the air and into a tree where his perfect body was split in half against the trunk.

A second later, the tree fell onto the remains.

The door to the enormous bus flung open and a scrawny man with a prominent adam's apple stuck his head out of the entrance.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this evening."

Harry fell onto his butt, the sudden arrival of the vehicle completely dispersed the mist and Harry could now see the ground clearly.

Apparently, he had run entirely away from the graveyard and into the nearby road. He looked behind the bus as Stan stared at him impatiently.

Behind the Knight Bus, were over a dozen robed bodies strewn across the road where they had been run over.

"Brilliant!" Harry breathed.

"Don't I recognize you?" Stan asked, suddenly squinting at Harry.

"Uh, yeah I'm Neville." He said.

"Oh yeah," Stan murmured, "That do sound familiar. But something sounds wrong with that."

"Eleven sickles, right?" Harry asked, handing the conductor a galleon, "Keep the change, please you've done more for me than you could possibly know."

"Well alright then," Stan said beaming, "Anything else for you?"

"Oh yeah," Harry said, "I need to grab someone and I'll be going to Hogsmeade if you please."

"Alright then, be quick about it." Came the reply, and Stan sat in his seat waiting for Harry, "We don't have all night."

Harry sprinted back to the graveyard and grabbed Cedric's corpse. He noticed the cup, and grimaced. He wouldn't be touching that with his bare hands again.

He levitated it and dragged Cedric to the bus.

"Is he alright?" Stan asked, looking concerned.

"Dead." Harry muttered.

Stan looked taken aback, "How?"

"Voldemort."

Stan and the six people in the bus reacted badly, most flinching but others screaming.

"Don't worry about him, you sent him flying into that tree!" Harry told Stan, pointing at the collapsed tree in the distance.

"Also, Accio Voldemort's wand!" He shouted and a bone white wand flew to his hand.

Several fainted.

Stan exited and ran towards the tree along with a woman who shouted, "I'm a reporter! I'll need a picture!"

Harry sat down, the events of the past hour suddenly hitting him all at once. His hands shook and he deposited Cedric's body on a bed, strapping it down so it wouldn't fly across the bus.

He got up and rushed to where Stan and the reporter were examining Voldemort's body.

"Bloody hell," Shunpike murmured, "It's true."

The reporter looked at Stan, "Ten galleons if you bring his body with us!"

Stan shook in fear but eventually agreed.

"Don't forget the twelve or so death eaters behind the bus." Harry pointed out.

A short time later, Harry was back at Hogwarts and that reporter was getting the story exclusive of a lifetime. She had neglected to go home and instead follow after Harry to get his story.

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The next day, at breakfast, Dumbledore made an announcement.

"Before the post comes and ruins the surprise, I have something to inform all of you."

The other headmasters stood to either side of Dumbledore.

"First and foremost, the paramount issue at hand, it has been unanimously decided that Harry Potter has won the Triwizard tournament and has already received his winnings!"

Gryffindor cheered alone. Slytherin was in a bad way for some reason. A good third of the house of ambition were either gone or had devastated looks on their faces, similar to the ones on Hufflepuff house, who had lost their hero. Ravenclaw did not care.

"Secondly, Voldemort has returned."

Screams filled the great hall and Dumbledore let off a few bangs to quiet the students.

"It has been discovered that Professor Alastor Moody was in fact Barty Crouch Junior come back from the dead and working for his old master, Voldemort, who also has come back from death."

The students didn't take that well.

"Fortunately, Barty Crouch has been apprehended and Voldemort has been temporarily defeated, again."

More cheers, this time from everyone but Slytherin.

"The ministry has determined to find where he is going to strike next and stop him. Permanently this time. It has also been discovered that bodies including LUCIUS MALFOY, Vincent Francis Crabbe Senior, Gregory Jibberjabber Goyle Senior, Leonard Avery, Manny Mulciber, Walden Macnair, and others were in fact loyal death eaters the entire time, several of their corpses being found in full death eater attire, close to the dark lord's remains and according to testimony by Harry Potter, they were in fact subservient to him willingly. Not all of them are deceased, namely Lucius Malfoy and Walden Macnair who are awaiting trial as soon as the staff at St Mungo's can fix the innumerable fractures and breaks in their skulls and spinal cords. With this information in mind, I have decided to award him a few points for bravery, sacrifice, and action. I award four thousand points to Gryffindor, and for the actions of Cedric Diggory who was murdered by Voldemort's servant Peter Pettigrew, I award Hufflepuff, Three thousand-!"

Dumbledore looked at the vials of point gems across the hall and did some calculation.

"-Two hundred and fifty-seven points!"

One Hufflepuff, "Wait, then we're only twelve points behind them!"

Dumbledore smiled, "Two points to Hufflepuff for intelligent observation. In addition, since every single death eater found was Slytherin, I have decided to take away Four hundred and sixteen points from slytherin house as punishment."

"But that's one remaining." A sad Slytherin said.

"One point from Slytherin for interrupting." Dumbledore said harshly, eyes twinkling madly.

"That was real funny"

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Thanks I'm really proud of myself!

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"Oh shut it, I helped, and the idea for the whole thing we found online on Reddit or something"

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So what I wrote all the good parts, oh and by the way. To the reader, most of the one shots are not our original ideas, we found the prompts on different platforms, and just don't know who thought of it first. Some will be original though.

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"At least you have the common sense to admit that."

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Doesn't take common sense to tell the truth.

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"Fair enough. To the reader from me, if any of you have any prompts or one shot ideas, go ahead and leave them in the reviews for us to write!"

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To the reviewers from the other one-shot "The First Task.", I added the thing you suggested about Fleur Delacour almost making it if she hadn't froze, and to the only other review, that is bloody hilarious.

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"Poor Harry, at least I think we made it up for him in this one. I will however admit, that one of our original Harry Potter fanfics that will come after "Too many Twins", will be really mean to Harry"

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No Spoilers!

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"You are right, no spoilers"