Water was pelting Harry in the face as he slowly gained consciousness. Keeping his eyes closed, he wondered what he was doing lying down in the shower with his clothes on. That is when he noticed the shivers wracking his body. He was so cold, Slowly raising his arms from where they lay sprawled out at his sides, he hugged his chest and turned onto his side before opening his eyes.
White marble filled his vision as he realized that he was lying in a tall layer of grass. He forced himself to sit up and look around. He was in a cemetery. Suddenly, flashes of memory danced before him as he remembered Cedric's body hitting the ground. Voldemort's nose-less body rising from a smoking cauldron. His parent's likenesses encouraging him to hold on. Then darkness reigned.
Blinking his eyes to stop the pooling of raindrops on his lashes, Harry looked turned to look for the cauldron. There it was just a few feet away and dozens of bodies littered the ground around it, all but one wearing long black robes and stark white masks. Reflexively, he grasped the wand in his hand and gasped as it snapped in half. He looked down in astonishment. Its light brown veneer had lost its sheen, and it now looked like a withered weed, brittle and dark. He dropped the pieces on the ground as he could no longer detect any magic within them.
Quietly, he crept toward the fallen death eaters, looking to see what had happened. Some of them appeared to be breathing, their chests rising and falling in slow, shallow patterns. Harry, backed away quickly and looked to the cauldron. There, Peter lay, his face so pale that it almost seemed translucent. His chest was not moving and Harry did not feel anything as he realized that his parents' had been avenged. Beside the rat-like corpse, lay Voldemort. His body, too, was still and eerie. Looking at Peter's wand, Harry saw that it had also met the same fate as his own. A quick check and all the wands in the area had fared the same.
Backing up, his eyes still on the bodies littering the ground, Harry just wanted to get away before any of the wizards still alive woke up. He didn't know how he was going to get back to Hogwarts, but he knew that he had to try. Suddenly, he felt himself falling to the ground once more as he tripped over something in his way.
Looking at his feet, he realized that it was the Triwizard Cup. Eagerly, he snatched it up, hoping that it would transport him back to the maze, but instead, it just sat there, a dead weight in his arms. Harry could no longer feel the tingling in his fingertips as he had when he and Cedric had reached for it the first time. Harry clutched the cup in a fierce hug as though it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying not to start to cry. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew that he needed to get away from there.
Somehow he managed to find the strength to get back to his feet and, turning away from the scene, he left the tombstones behind, still clutching that large metal trophy. As he pushed open a squeaky wrought iron gate and exited onto a deserted street, he turned left, hoping to be able to figure out where he was. It wasn't night yet, but the sun was starting to sink to the horizon, casting long dark shadows that made him jump at every sound.
As he eventually walked into what seemed to be the town center, the street lights were on and there was no one around. Glancing into a store window, he read: Little Hangleton Books and Coffee He had no idea where Little Hangleton was. Seeing a bus stop, he saw on the schedule that its end destination was London with a stop in Little Winging. How ironic that he was so close to the Dursleys. The next bus coming through was at 6 in the morning, so Harry curled up on the bus bench, hunching as far into the corner as he could to stay out of the rain and the wind that had picked up. He was thoroughly soaked to the bone and brought his arms through his robe's sleeves to wrap around his chest and drawing his knees up. Finally, as he was sure that he wouldn't fall off at any moment, he closed his eyes in exhaustion and fell asleep.