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as always the next two chapters are available on pat re on for people who want them early. however in this case there is only one extra chapter of opening moves because book 2 is finished. but don't lose hart my lovely readers because we pick right back up in book three 'Drawing the Lines'

Chapter 45

The rat was the last of the three death eaters to speak. "I bring for you the blood of your enemy. May his loss be the key to your rebirth." He poured Harry's blood into the cauldron and the glow instantly turned silvery. And despite every hope Harry had otherwise, a fully grown and naked Voldemort started to rise out of the cauldron.

"Our master is restored." The three chanted together. During this moment, Harry was finally able to cut the last of the ropes that were holding him to the headstone, and without hesitating he quickly scrambled behind the large head stone. From the other side, he heard the sound of splashing water before Voldemort said, "Barty, robe me… Wormtail, my wand. Now time t-Where is Potter?! Find him! Find him now! The wards mean he can't have escaped. Find him and bring him to me!"

Harry wanted to run, but he knew if he did that he would only give away his position. He really needed a plan to get away.

"Master please, my arm please." Bellatrix begged.

"Incarcerous! You want a new hand then deal with your mistake. Find me Potter!" Voldemort's voice cut through the night.

Being only just behind the extravagant headstone he had been tied to, Harry knew they would find him in seconds. There was no way he could fight them; maybe if was just one of them then he could win, but not against them all. If the graveyard was warded, then he couldn't just make a run for it, he didn't have a portkey, and his memory of his parents was enough to tell him that anti-Apparition was a part of the wards Voldemort's people used.

Wait, he could Apparate through the wards of Hogwarts. The school's wards were far more powerful than any temporary ward that someone could put up on a graveyard; he could probably pop right back to Hogwarts. Harry was about to try when he unfortunately ran out of time. Wormtail came around the corner, and as soon as he spotted Harry the man aimed his wand and started a spell. Harry didn't wait to see what spell would be cast, hhe knew that this man was more than capable of cold blooded murder from his experience with Auror Moonstone last year. Harry rolled away from the spell, his wand flicking towards the man and a severing charm out of his mouth before he had even thought about it.

The spell hit the rat-faced traitor, cutting a long gash in the man's chest that (while it looked painful) did little to stop him. Harry followed with another he and Hermione had practiced, one he wasn't any good with during the first task but since then had gotten it down. He pointed his wand at the floor, and with a quick incantation he transfigured the dirt into a wall. He was lucky he did, because the wall took Wormtail's next spell, but although the wall did protect Harry from the spell it also demonstrated why not to build walls out of dirt. Whatever spell Wormtail used blasted a huge hole in the wall and showered Harry with loose earth.

He didn't have a shot at the man, so Harry tried to back away a bit, only for LeStrange to come charging from around one of the gravestones making straight for him, the dagger she had used to remove her hand reflecting the light of the spells he and Wormtail were exchanging. Her other hand was tied tightly with ropes, preventing her from bleeding out from the stump that had been her hand only minutes before. Harry didn't have a chance to bring his wand up to deal with Bellatrix, but unlike people who were brought up in the wizarding world, Harry still had his mundane reflexes and aimed a kick at her hand. His aim was good and LeStrange cried out in pain as at least one finger broke and her knife was sent spiralling through the air.

The other younger Death Eater was sneakier than the rat or LeStrange, and he used Harry's fighting with the other two to try and get behind Harry and surround him. However, unlike the Harry who had faced off against LeStrange at the end of the last school year, this Harry had spent his time since Halloween training to deal with whatever crazy stuff the organisers of the tournament could come up with. He sent a wave of fire at the man,, stopping him from moving forward and blinding his kidnappers with the sudden bright light. Harry blinked at the right moment and his night vision wasn't hurt nearly as badly, and in the split second he had before they could see again he saw an opportunity and took it.

Voldemort was standing in the open not 20 feet from Harry, so he charged at Voldemort and grabbed ahold of the megalomaniac. With a force of will as strong as any he had ever had, Harry willed both himself and Voldemort away from here to where Harry would be the one surrounded by allies, and Apparated them to Hogwarts. Voldemort wasn't exactly a willing passenger, and during the short time between disappearing from one place and appearing in the other, Voldemort's magic started trying to push them apart. When Harry and Voldemort appeared on the winner's platform, the two were immediately blown apart by their duelling magics.

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Hermione was terrified; the rat faced man that she had learned from Remus and Sirius was Peter Pettigrew, the one who had really betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort, had tried to hit Harry with a spell but Fleur jumped in front of Harry and took the spell herself. In the moment where both she and Harry had been devastated at the sight of what appeared to be a dead Fleur, Pettigrew had summoned the Triwizard cup and disappeared with Harry.

She stood there frozen, her whole world had just gone from a relatively exciting Disney film to a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Tears started to fall and Hermione found herself walking towards Fleur. It was only when she stretched out a shaky hand to touch Fleur's cheek that she noticed that Fleur was still breathing. Fleur was alive. Immediately Hermione felt a relief overwhelm her and she broke out into sobs, pulling Fleur prone form into herself and hugging the girl for all she was worth.

Hermione couldn't tell how long she sat there but she came back to herself when a hand reached out and touched her on her shoulder. She looked up and found Professor McGonagall looking down on her with a worried, almost panicked look on her face. "Miss Granger. Is… is Miss Delacour…" McGonagall trailed off, unable to finish the question.

"She's alive, Professor." Just saying it was enough to help Hermione center herself.

"Okay let's get the two of you to Madam Pomfrey." Professor McGonagall pulled out an amulet, and once she was sure that she and Hermione both had a good grip on the leather strap and on Fleur, she said, "Medical emergency evacuation."

Hermione felt a pull from behind her navel, and suddenly she was in the emergency tent that Madam Pomfrey had set up next to the Quidditch pitch. The mediwitch quickly came bustling over and examined Fleur. "Her vitals are strong… core is depleted but that's expected… is she? Reenervate." The healer tried the reversal for the stunning spell, but nothing happened. Madam Pomfrey tried a few things but couldn't get Fleur to wake up, no matter what was tried she just laid there unmoving. The matron wasn't overly concerned about Fleur yet though, even though she wasn't waking up her readings were strong and she didn't appear to be in any danger or distress.

Seven people came rushing into the tent, two ran straight to Fleur and demanded in broken English and quick French to know what was wrong with their daughter. Hermione's parents sandwiched her between them, and the last three stood there awkwardly, wanting to join them but not wanting to be in the way. Sirius and Remus were holding on to Fleur's little sister Gabrielle, keeping the girl from rushing to her sister and getting in Madam Pomfrey's way.

The school medi witch either knew enough French to understand the distraught parents or she was able to guess what questions they would be asking. "Your daughter seems to be fine. From what I can tell, she has just been stunned, but the reversal spell doesn't seem to be working. I have no worries about your daughter while we work out how to wake her up." The Delacours relaxed somewhat at that statement, they were still worried for their daughter but the fear that she could be dead or would die any moment was gone.

Unnoticed to anyone but Gabrielle, whose grasp of English wasn't good enough to understand, Sirius turned to Remus. "You don't think it could be that spell, do you?"

Remus gave Sirius a confused look. "What spell?"

"The new stunning spell Lily helped us develop just before the war ended. Oh right, you were in deep with the packs when we finished it. But Peter was given the spell, I'll teach it to you and Harry when he gets back." Sirius didn't sound at all confident in the last sentence, but it was obvious to Remus that if Sirius admitted out loud just how much trouble Harry was in after being kidnapped by a known Death Eater, then the man wouldn't be able to function. Remus was almost as bad as Sirius, and the three Grangers were openly sobbing as they held each other.

Remus wanted to hunt down Peter and find Harry, but he had no idea where to start, so he focused on what he could do. "Pads, if you think it's that spell, you should go tell Poppy."

Sirius nodded and went to talk with the mediwitch. "I think I know what spell she was hit with. Madam Pomfrey, you said it was like a stunner but the stunning reversal spell wouldn't work, right? During the Blood War a lot of us were fighting against the Death Eaters, but some of the people who were helping us didn't have the stomach to go for…shall we say, more permanent solutions to keeping a Death Eater out of future fights. They mostly stuck to stunners, but the other Death Eaters would just revive them and they were right back in the fight. So James, Remus, Peter, Lily, and I were trying to make a new stunner that needed a different spell to wake someone up again, so that the Death Eaters wouldn't know the counterspell and the unconscious Death Eaters would remain out of the rest of the fight, and if we could capture them even the rest of the war. Of course, as Peter was the traitor this never would have worked, and when we were able to finish the spell just weeks before the end of the war Peter was the first and only to learn it. The spell was meant to hit Harry and he kidnapped Harry, so I don't think it was a dangerous spell. I would like to try the counter charm," Sirius finished explaining.

Madam Pomfrey agreed, and Sirius pointed his wand at Fleur and silently sent a grey spell at her. Instantly, Fleur sat upright in her bed and after a groggy few moments started to panic as she remembered what had happened to her and realised she couldn't see Harry.

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Harry was thrown away from the winner's podium by the force of Voldemort's magic, bouncing along the ground for a few metres before he was able to get back to his feet. Voldemort was staring around at the huge crowd of witches and wizards who were all staring at him, and in that moment Harry knew that he had won something. Voldemort wouldn't have wanted everyone to know he was back while the only support he had was three people who had spent most of the last decade doing absolutely nothing: one Imperiused and sent to his room, one caught by Aurors and locked in a cell, and one who was just too lazy to bother doing anything other than pretend to be a rat. Now, even if Voldemort got away, he would have a nationwide manhunt searching for him before he could redevelop his power base.

Most of the crowd were too stunned to do anything, but a few (including Dumbledore) started to run towards the raised platform and the freshly resurrected Dark Lord. Voldemort may have been one of the most powerful wizards in Britain (if his reputation was to be believed), but so was Dumbledore, and even if the man who had fought and defeated Grindelwald had started to succumb to the ever advancing clock, any loss was more than made up for by the other people who were following him. Given this, Voldemort did the only thing that made sense and ran.

Harry watched as the man turned towards the direction of the school's front gates and started running away from the small army coming for him. However, luck had placed Harry directly between Voldemort and the path to the front gate. They both saw the other and they each understood what was about to happen. Harry could have tried to dodge to avoid the curse that was about to come his way, but he thought of Hermione the brilliant bookworm who had stood by him through everything, of Fleur the amazing woman who he had only just began to know but was already impressed with her drive, of the Grangers, of Sirius and Remus. If Voldemort escaped, then he would target them all, but if Harry could end it right here and now they would be safe.

Voldemort raised his wand and cast the spell that had been the source of so much of the pain in Harry's life. "Avada Kedavra."

Harry decided to use the opportunity given to him by Voldemort casting to fire off his own spell at the man who was a threat to his family. "Diffindo!" He pushed as much magic as he could into the spell and aimed it at Voldemort's neck.

However, their aim was potentially too good, as instead of hitting their targets the spells met, colliding in midair. Suddenly, Harry's wand was vibrating so vast it almost felt like he was being electrocuted, but acting on pure instinct he gripped tighter, refusing to let go of his wand. A narrow beam of pure gold light had replaced the spells and was now connecting Harry's wand to Voldemort's. It was now as if Harry was floating in water, as he seemed to go weightless and, with a slight pressure all around, both he and Voldemort were raised into the air. Harry had no clue what was happening, but as both he and Voldemort seemed to be trapped in this weird magic he was hoping that someone could do something before the worst happened.

Suddenly, the golden energy that connected the two wands started throwing off identical copies of itself, hundreds of golden threads of energy. The threads started to arrange themselves around the two wizards, and it didn't take long to see that the golden threads were building a sphere, a golden cage that held them as they floated 15 feet in the air. Once the cage was formed, almost as if to complete the analogy of a bird in a cage, the air began to fill with bird song. The song was familiar to Harry, and then he realised it was a phoenix's song. He then understood that whatever was happening had something to do with the fact that his wand and Voldemort's wand both had a phoenix feather core from the same phoenix.

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Dumbledore couldn't believe his luck when Harry and Voldemort suddenly appeared on the winner's podium. Here was an opportunity to get everything back. If he could kill Voldemort right here and now, in front of everyone, he could get back all his lost popularity. Tom wouldn't die of course, not really, his horcruxes would see to that. However, it would set the man back in his plans and give Dumbledore the time he needed to rework his own. Dumbledore pulled his wand and started as fast as he could towards the two people who were instrumental to his plans, but stopped in his tracks when he got to see one of the rarest magical phenomenon now to wix kind: a true battle between brother wands.

Dumbledore watched in awe of the magic as it levitated Harry and Tom before enveloping them in a cage of pure magic. He tried to shoot a spell at Voldemort, to end it on his terms; he would earn the glory of killing his second dark Lord. He would have to credit Harry with the assist but it would still be a win. However, the spell he shot (a powerful bone breaker), even though it was aimed between the 'bars' of the magical cage, was deflected when it tried to cross the line between inside and outside. Luckily, it bounced harmlessly into the ground, but he couldn't risk trying anything else. If the spell had been reflected into a staff member, or even (Merlin forbid) a student, even if he could avoid any long legal trouble his reputation would be irreparably destroyed. No, all he could do was wait.

Sirius and Remus heard the sudden noise that was going on outside the medical tent and went to investigate, as Hermione and Fleur had both been given calming drafts by Madam Pomfrey and the families of the two girls were staying with them to help the two over-stressed girls. When the two men got outside, they were buffeted by a crowd of students who were suddenly running out of the Quidditch stadium back up to the school. When they looked the other way, they were surprised to see Harry in a golden ball, locked in a strange magical duel with none other than Voldemort himself. Both men paled at the sight and drew their wands and started to fight against the flow of the crowd to get to their godson and honorary nephew.

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"Potter, what are you doing?" The recently restored dark wizard demanded angrily.

Harry considered how he was going to answer for a second before settling on what must have been the most Gryffindor thing he could think of. "Fucking up all your plans Tom. Even if you escape here you'll be hunted, everyone knows you're back."

Voldemort screamed in rage, and as he did seven beads of light appeared on the golden threads of energy that connected the two wands. Instantly the vibrations in the two wands increased until it was painful to hold them. Harry didn't know how he knew, but he somehow innately understood that letting those beads get near his wand would be bad. Harry tried to use his magic to push them away from him and towards Voldemort. The beads started to move in the direction of the Dark Lord, and Harry could see the vibration in Voldemort's wand grew worse, even as the vibrations In his own lessened. For a fleeting moment, Harry thought that, just maybe, he could win. If the vibrations got so bad that Voldemort dropped his wand, he would be open to attack and Harry could possibly end this and keep his girls and his family safe. Unfortunately, Voldemort wasn't idle and started to push back, and the beads of light started to slide towards Harry. Instantly, he felt the wand in his hand start to vibrate more and it even grew hot to the touch.

Harry tried to push back on the beads with more magic, and the beads slowed but they were still inching closer to Harry's wand. "You think anything you've done here today actually matters, Potter? I am Lord Voldemort, I am eternal. It doesn't matter if your little act of standing up to me delays my plans. Today I'm going to kill you, then when I find the time I'm going to go after everyone you care about. I'll entertain myself for weeks as I break your mudblood and Veela till they beg for death."

Images of a broken Hermione and Fleur beaten bloody and begging for death flooded Harry's mind and threatened to overwhelm him. Then, one single thought coalesced in Harry's mind. 'NO!' It was short and simple, but infinitely complex at the same time. The thought had an effect, though, it focused Harry's will on not the beads but on Voldemort, and even though Harry wasn't adding any more magic the beads stopped moving towards Harry and started sliding the other way. "You will never hurt them. You hear me? NEVER!" Harry screamed out the last word, just as the first bead was forced into Voldemort's wand.

At once, Voldemort's wand began to emit echoing screams of pain, then - as Voldemort's red eyes widened with shock - a dense, smoky rope flew out of the tip of it and vanished. Something began to blossom from Voldemort's wand tip, a great, greyish something, that looked as though it were made of the solidest, densest smoke. It formed a head. Then a chest, and arms, and soon followed by the torso of an old man Harry had never seen before. However, given how he was dressed, he was probably a mundane.

The old man looked around before saying. "So ,he really is a wizard." He looked right at Harry then came floating over to him. "He killed me, you know, lad. He's nothing but a murderer, you fight him, lad. Don't give him a chance to do to you what he did to me." The words of the old man gave Harry encouragement, and the next bead was pushed into Voldemort's wand.

Again a ghostly hand emerged from the tip of the wand that had inflicted so much suffering, only this time Harry recognised the person who came from the wand. It was the man who was originally going to be one of the judges for the tournament, Bartemius Crouch, the late Director for the Department of International Magical Cooperation. The shade of the man straightened his robes before he too came to stand by Harry. "Mr. Potter, I would greatly appreciate it if you could please win this fight. Show this piece of trash that violent bigots like him have no place in our society."

Harry didn't know if it was the sight of his victims, the pain of holding onto his protesting wands, or something to do with beads of light but Voldemort was getting weaker the more beads Harry forced into his wand. He pushed again and this time, he was able to force two beads into the wand. This time, when the next two shades emerged from the tip of the wand, Harry almost dropped his wand in shock. "Mum? Dad?" Harry half-whispered.

The two shades of Harry's parents turned and saw Harry and smiled sadly at him as they came floating over to him. "Harry, you're all grown up!" His mother had tears in her eyes as she looked over Harry.

"How old are you now, son?" His father asked.

"Fourteen." Harry answered, almost losing concentration on keeping the beads moving.

"Concentrate, pumpkin. You can do this," His mother said to him before turning to the shade of his dad. "And you, no more stupid questions. We don't have long."

Harry saw another figure emerge from Voldemort's wand, and he had to fight not to throw up. It was a young girl, maybe seven or eight, dressed in a mundane witch's Halloween costume. She was looking around confused.

"Harry, when you break the connection between yours and Voldemort's wands, there will be a few seconds where we can help you. Take the shot, OK?" His father told him.

Harry nodded. A few seconds wasn't long, but hopefully it would be enough.

"Now, Harry, pumpkin, before we go I need you to listen. Never doubt that your father and I love you and we are incredibly proud of you. Can you remember that for us? Mum and Dad love you." Then she leaned in, and Harry felt a faint tingle on his forehead as the shade of his mother kissed him on his forehead. "Oh. Sorry James, looks like a change of plans. You'll have to go without me."

"Lils?" James looked confused.

"I can help Harry." His mother shrugged as though that solved everything and it seemed as if for his father it did. Then she kissed Harry's forehead again and the tingling feeling was much more intense this time, and when he blinked the shade of his mother was gone.

"OK Mr. Potter, we are going to charge Voldemort. Now when we do, drop the connection and do whatever it takes, OK? You ready, James?" Crouch asked. The three shades of dead men (including the older mundane man) flew directly at Voldemort, screaming at him and obscuring his vision. Harry cut the connection between the wands, and he and Voldemort instantly started to fall. As the ground rushed up at him, Harry fired off a cutting charm that had everything he had left in it. However, Voldemort had one final trick up his sleeve: he could fly.

Because he was falling, Voldemort had instinctively started to fly to keep himself from hitting the floor, and as a result he was higher than Harry expected when he fired off the overpowered cutting charm once more aimed at the man's neck. Harry missed his precise target, but he didn't miss Voldemort, as the Dark Lord's left arm came crashing to the floor about a quarter of a second after Harry. Magically drained, facing overwhelming numbers, and having just lost a limb, Voldemort decided to embrace his Slytherin heritage and ran away, flying as fast as he could for the front gates of the school. Harry groaned in pain as he crashed into the floor, and he felt a crunch from his leg before he blacked out from exhaustion.

A/N

Don't worry, what happened to the shade of Lily will be explained in time. It's actually something that I started setting up in book 1.