AN: Well, here's Voldemort's return, I hope it's alright, I must warn you there is violence in this chapter, and the use of a gun, but it doesn't go too into details. And since I've been referring to Barty Crouch as Crouch throughout the story, Barth Crouch Jr is Barty in this chapter to stop any confusion.
Chapter 36: Voldemort Returns
Harry's feet slammed on the ground; he lost his balance and fell forward and threw out his hands, to stop from landing face-first in the grass, he pushed himself back up, and as Harry climbed to his feet, he looked around. Cedric landed next to him in a similar fashion as Harry did, and while he got to his feet, Harry pulled out his wand. His gut was telling him this wasn't right, and they needed to get out of here, wherever here was.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
Cedric shook his head. It was hard to see in the dark, with the only light source coming from the moon. Harry didn't want to light his wand, it might draw attention to him and Cedric. From what Harry could see, they were in an old cemetery and going by the overgrown grass and the dates on the tombstones, it was a cemetery no one used anymore. Some stones were either turned over, cracked, or missing pieces. Harry looked behind him, and a few yards away stood an abandoned building so severely damaged half of it had fallen in, and there was a faded rotten wooden sign in front that Harry couldn't read in the dark.
"Wherever we are, it isn't Hogwarts grounds," Cedric said, looking around.
"I doubt we are anywhere near Hogwarts," Harry said. Cedric looked at Harry.
"Did you know the cup was a portkey?" he asked.
"Nope," Harry said. "I don't think this is part of the task. I doubt Dumbledore would allow a portkey to take us away from Hogwarts."
"That's true," Cedric said. Harry couldn't shake the eerie feeling someone was watching them, and he didn't like it.
"Maybe I'm just paranoid, but do you feel someone watching us?" Harry asked.
"Wands out, do you reckon?" Cedric asked, pulling his wand out of his back pocket.
"Already did," Harry replied, "What we should do is get out of here. Did you see where the cup landed?" Harry looked around the ground, trying to find the Triwizard Cup, but saw nothing.
"People are coming," Cedric said. Harry saw three figures walking toward them, two wearing wizard robes, one in muggle clothes, who was carrying what looked like a gun, and one of the wizards had a bundle in his arms.
"Stop right there," Harry called out, pointing his wand at them, his voice sounding braver than he felt, but the people ignored him.
"Who are you?" What do you want?" Cedric demanded. He, too, had his wand pointed at them.
"Cedric, we should just get out of here; something isn't right," Harry said.
"Kill the spare." A voice called out; seconds later there was a loud bang, similar to the sound of apparations, and Cedric just dropped to the ground, unmoving and unblinking. Harry just stared at Cedric for a moment, hardly comprehending what just happened; he looked toward the people getting closer, then turned, and ran. Harry could hear someone chasing after him and turned slightly and sent a spell at them, unfortunately, he missed, so Harry ran faster, noticing a gate up ahead, he ran toward it, hoping to get out of the cemetery, when suddenly one of the wizards apparated in front of him, Harry stopped, to avoid colliding with him, and was tackled to the ground from behind, which caused his wand to fly out of his hand.
"Get off me," Harry demanded, bringing his elbow back and colliding with the guy's stomach. The muggle groaned and let go of Harry, unfortunately, before he could crawl out from under him, he grabbed hold of Harry's cape, so Harry took it off, but then, the guy grabbed Harry's ankle, preventing him from going anywhere. Harry rolled over on his back, brought his other leg up, and kicked the guy right in the face, the muggle cried out and let go of Harry in favor of holding his nose, and Harry jumped up and continued his run to the gate.
The wizard in front of him, pointed his wand in a warning for Harry to stop and Harry surprised him by throwing a gold ball of magic at him, causing him to be knocked back, hit the fence attached to the gate and fell to the ground, Harry made it to the gate, only to find it chained and padlocked.
"Damn it," Harry cried, shaking the gate. Harry had two options, try to fight two, possibly three grown men by himself, or climb the gate and run for it. Deciding to make the smart choice this time, Harry began to climb the gate. He made it to the top and was pulling himself up, about to put one leg over on the other side, when the sound of gunfire echoed through the cemetery, and Harry felt a sharp pain in his left leg, he gasped, lost his balance, and fell to the ground. He grabbed the side of his leg, Harry could feel part of the bullet sticking out of it, where his boot stopped it from going in all the way, but now it was pinning the boot to his leg, and the pain was worse than anything he's felt before.
Harry was so focused on his injured leg he hadn't noticed the two men were now standing over him until the muggle backhanded him across the face, knocking his glasses off.
"You broke my nose, you little shit." The muggle said that's when Harry noticed he had blood covering his nose.
"Whoever you are, you'll regret this?" Harry warned, rubbing his cheek.
"Brock Rumlow," Rumlow said, "This is Barty Crouch. The guy back there is Alexander Pierce, and you're Harry Potter. There now we know each other."
Harry glared at him as he reached into the boot of his uninjured leg and gripped the handle of his his handle of dagger then started pulling it out while squinting his eyes, trying to see Rumlow better, then without warning, he tossed the dagger at Rumlow, it struck him in his shoulder and stayed there as Rumlow lowered his gun stumbled a little, and groaned in pain.
"I did it." Harry cried, realizing this was no time to celebrate his knife skills. He took advantage of Rumlow's distraction, and got to his feet and tried to limp away when Barty hit him in the back with a stunning spell, and Harry collapsed.
When Harry regained consciousness, he was bound to a statue by a thick rope that started at his wrist, where it was binding his hands above Harry's head to the statue and then went down, wrapping around Harry's waist, to his legs, where it bound them to the statue. Harry squinted his eyes and looked around. Barty and Pierce were not far from him, standing on either side of a large cauldron full of water, Barty was down on the ground trying to light a fire under it, and Rumlow was standing next to him, with both Harry's dagger in his front pocket. Harry turned his head and noticed the tombstone next to him had a large crack that went right through the name Merope Gaunt Riddle.
"Hurry up." someone ordered, and Harry looked toward them. The voice came from the bundle, which was now lying on the ground.
"It is ready, my lord," Barty said, standing up.
"Now...Alexander. " The voice said, and Pierce picked up the bundle and dropped it into the cauldron, and Harry would have screamed if it wasn't for the cloth tied around his mouth. His scar was now hurting so bad he could barely stand it. Pierce pulled his wand out of his robe pocket and held it toward the tombstone.
"Bone of the Mother, unknowingly given, you will renew your son," Pierce said. The ground shook, and the surface of the grave next to Harry cracked, and he watched as a trickle of dust rose into the air, fell softly into the cauldron, and sent sparks in all directions as the water turned a vivid blue. Pierce pulled a dagger from his robes and held his other arm out.
"Flesh of the servant willingly given you will revive your master." To Harry's shock, Pierce used the dagger to cut off his hand, turning the potion a bright red; Pierce stood there momentarily, eyes closed tight and gasping in pain. Rumlow ran forward and wrapped his stump in a cloth. After a moment, Pierce opened his eyes, and he walked over toward Harry, who began to struggle, trying to get out of his binds.
"Blood of the enemy forcibly taken you will resurrect your foe," Pierce said; Barty came up beside him, grabbed Harry's arm, pulled off his fingerless glove, tossed it aside, pulled his sleeve down, then sliced crossed Harry's forearm, then Pierce held a vial up to the cut filling it with Harry's blood, then walked over to the cauldron and emptied the vial into it. The cauldron was simmering, sending diamond sparks in all directions.
Harry was in pain everywhere. His scar burned like fire, his leg throbbed, his face was sore, and he had a stinging pain in his arm. He was scared and tired, and he wanted his dad, and he wanted his mum; if they were here, these bastards would never have been able to lay a hand on him.
Sparks flew from the cauldron. A surge of white steam billowed thickly from it; then Harry saw the dark outline of a man, tall and thin man rising slowly from inside the cauldron.
"Robe me," The man said, and Barty ran forward to put robes around him. The man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry, and Harry stared back into the face that had haunted his nightmares, and Harry felt fear, but he refused to show it. He refused to blink as Harry's eyes met the scarlet-red eyes of Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining his own body. He took not the slightest notice of the snake now circling his feet as Voldemort slipped one of his hands into his pocket and drew out a wand, then he raised it and pointed it at a tombstone, said a spell, and the tombstone exploded, pieces of stone went everywhere. Voldemort laughed a high, cold, mirthless laugh and turned to Pierce.
"Hold out your arm, Alexander, " Voldemort said. Pierce held out his uninjured arm, and Voldemort forced the sleeve of Pierce's robes up past his elbow to reveal the Dark Mark branded onto Pirece's arm. "It's back, they will all have noticed it, and we shall see, we shall know."
Voldemort pressed his forefinger to the mark on Pierce's arm, turning it from red to black. With a look of satisfaction, Voldemort straightened up and stared around at the dark cemetery. Harry pulled on the robes bidding him to the tombstone, trying to get free.
"How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?" Voldemort whispered, staring up at the sky. "And how many will be foolish enough to stay away?"
Voldemort began to pace up and down before Harry and the others. After a minute, he looked at Harry again.
"You stand, Harry Potter, next to the remains of my late Mother," he hissed softly. "A Muggle lover and a fool, very like James Potter." Voldemort laughed. "They both had their uses, though. James Potter died so you could live. My mother grew extremely weak after giving birth to me, and my twin sister, and our birth helped cause her death."
Voldemort laughed again. Up and down, he paced, looking all around. Harry stared at Voldemort in shock. Did he say he had a sister?
"You see that building, Harry?" Voldemort asked, "That is the orphanage where I grew up. My mother, a witch, arrived there when I was an infant, sick and starving, and asked for help; they let her in, and she died just hours later, and they buried her here. She called me Tom Marvolo Riddle and said Tom was my father and Marvolo her father. But she lied; Riddle wasn't my father. Johann Schmidt was. She stole me from him and abandoned my twin sister, her own daughter, to try and win back a useless muggle. Ah, my faithful followers arrive."
Suddenly masked wizards began to apparate all around them, then move cautiously forward, and one by one, the Death Eaters dropped to their knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes before standing up and forming a circle around him, Harry, Rumlow, and Voldemort. Pierce and Barty had even joined the circle, leaving gaps as though waiting for more people. Voldemort, however, did not seem to expect more.
"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said. "It's been Thirteen years since last we met. Yet you answer my call like yesterday, but wait?" He leaned his head back and sniffed. "There is a stench of guilt in the air."
A shiver ran around the circle as though each member longed but did not dare to retreat from him.
"I see you all, whole and healthy, with your powers intact, and I ask myself why this band of wizards never come to my aid, they swore eternal loyalty to me?" Voldemort said. "And I answer myself, they must have believed me broken. They thought I was gone. They slipped back among my enemies, pleaded innocence and bewitchment, but how could they have believed I would not rise again? They, who knew the steps I took to guard myself against mortal death? And I answer myself, perhaps they believed a still greater power could exist, one that could vanquish even Lord Voldemort. Perhaps they were fool enough to believe I was defeated by an infant, and I feel insulted."
One of the men suddenly flung himself forward, breaking the circle. Trembling from head to foot, he collapsed at Voldemort's feet.
"Master!" he shrieked, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us all!" Voldemort raised his wand.
"Crucio!"
The Death Eater on the ground writhed and shrieked. Harry wanted to close his eyes or turn away, he didn't want to witness this, but he forced himself to watch. If Voldemort suddenly turned his wand on him, Harry needed to see it. However, there wasn't much he could do to stop himself from being cursed.
"Get up, Avery. You ask me for forgiveness; I do not forgive. I do not forget. I want thirteen years worth of repayment before I forgive you. Alexander has paid his debt already, have you not, Alexander?" He looked at Pierce. "You returned to me, even though you abandoned me and fled back to America, but yet, you returned, with help, found me and was willing to cut off your hand for me. You are on your way to forgiveness."
"Thank you, my lord," Pierce said; Harry could see the pain in the man's eyes, though he was doing a good job hiding it.
"You returned me to my body," Voldemort said. "Found out my true heritage, reunited me with my sister, your grandson's letters were a huge source of helpful information, and I promised you, and Lord Voldemort rarely breaks his promises."
Voldemort raised his wand again and whirled it through the air. A streak of what looked like molten silver hung, shining in the wand's wake. It writhed and formed itself into a gleaming replica of a human hand, which soared downward and fixed itself upon Pirece's bleeding wrist. He raised it and stared at the silver hand, now attached seamlessly to his arm. Pierce flexed the fingers, picked up a small twig, and crushed it into powder.
"My Lord," he whispered. "It is even better than that of The Winter Soldier's. Thank you."
"Your soldier will be returned to you, Alexander, once my father's enemy is dead," Voldemort promised.
"Thank you, my lord," Pierce said.
"May your loyalty never waver, Alexander," Voldemort said.
"Never, my Lord. " Pierce vowed, staring at his powerful new hand. Voldemort walked over to Rumlow and put his arm around him.
"As you may have noticed, Brock, here is a muggle." Voldemort said, "Alexander, there has been living in the muggle world, high up in their government; he's told me everything I need to know about their weapons, laws, and so-called superheroes. Alexander and Brock have kept my father's legacy alive. The weapon he carries is called a gun. It can kill you faster than you can speak the killing curse. If you try to raise your wand to him or any other muggles working for my sister, he has my permission to use it on you."
A mumble went out amongst the Death Eaters, and Harry stared at Voldemort in shock.
"Hush," Voldemort said, and the Death Eaters fell silent at once, "You will witness history tonight, the first-ever muggle to get the Dark Mark. Brock, are you ready?"
"Yes, sir," Rumlow said; Voldemort let him go, and he got on his knees and rolled up his sleeve and held his arm out. Voldemort grabbed hold of it and stuck his wand to it; Rumlow bit his lip to stop yelling in pain as the Dark Mark formed on his arm.
"You may stand and join the others," Voldemort said.
"Yes, sir" Rumlow stood and walked over and stood beside Pierce. Voldemort stepped in front of another Death Eater.
"Lucius, my slippery friend," he whispered, "I was told you have not renounced the old ways, but you fought against my people that attacked the Quidditch World Cup to save face."
"My Lord, I didn't know they were there on your behalf," Lucius said. "If I had known-"
"You never tried to find me, Lucius," Voldemort said.
"My Lord, I was constantly alert," Lucius said. "Had there been any sign from you, any whisper of your whereabouts, nothing could have prevented me-"
"And yet you never bothered to search for me," Voldemort said, and Malfoy stopped talking abruptly. "You have disappointed me. I expect more faithful service in the future. "
"Of course, my Lord, " Lucius replied. "You are merciful, thank you. "
Voldemort walked around the circle, reprimanding some Death Eaters, but passed some. He then explained the empty spaces where those Death Eaters were and mentioned the Lestranges and how they will be rewarded for their loyalty, never faulting, and promised to break them out of prison.
"And here," Voldemort moved on to the two largest hooded figures, "we have Crabbe. You will do better this time, will you not, Crabbe? And you, Goyle?" They bowed.
"Yes, Master," they said.
"The same goes for you, Nott," said Voldemort quietly, he walked by Goyle's shadow, then went over and stood in front of Barty Crouch Jr.
"Barty remains my most faithful servant, he went to Azkaban for me, and once he was able to escape, he helped in the search for me, and though Barty is not the one who found me, he played a big role in my return, working alongside a few others to make it happen, and of course, it would not have been possible without the help of my sister, Sinthea Schmidt and a young witch under her command, Wanda Maximoff, it is through them that our friend has joined us tonight."
"Yes," Voldemort said as the Death Eaters looked toward Harry. "Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call him my guest of honor."
"My Lord," Lucius Malfoy said, "we crave to know. We beg you to tell us how you have achieved this, this miracle, how you managed to return to us."
"Ah, what a story it is, Lucius," Voldemort replied. "And it begins and ends with my young friend here. "
He walked over to stand next to Harry so that the eyes of the whole circle were upon the two of them. The snake followed and slithered around them both.
"You know, they have called this boy my downfall?" Voldemort said. "You all know the night I tried to kill him, and I lost my powers and body. Lily Potter died in the attempt to save him and unwittingly provided him with a protection I admit I had not foreseen I could not touch the boy."
Voldemort raised one of his long white fingers and put it close to Harry's cheek.
"Lily Potter left upon him the traces of her sacrifice. It was old magic. I should have remembered it. I was foolish to overlook it, but no matter. I can touch him now. " Harry felt the cold tip of Voldemort's finger touch him and thought his head would burst open. Voldemort laughed softly in his ear, then took the finger away and continued addressing the Death Eaters.
"I miscalculated, my friends. I admit it. The woman's foolish sacrifice deflected my curse, and it rebounded upon me: Aaah, pain beyond pain. Nothing could have prepared me for it. I was ripped from my body, less than a spirit, less than a ghost, but still, I was alive. What I was, even I do not know—I, who have gone further than anybody along the path to immortality. You know my goal; to conquer death. And now, I was tested, and it appeared that one or more of my experiments had worked, for the curse did not kill me, though the curse should have done it. Nevertheless, I was powerless and without the means to help myself. For I had nobody, and every spell that might have helped me required a wand."
Voldemort stepped away from Harry and began to pace in front of the Death Eaters again.
"I remember forcing myself, endlessly, second by second, to exist. I settled in a faraway place, in a forest, and waited. Surely, one of my faithful Death Eaters would try to find and restore me to a body, but I waited in vain. Only one power remained to me. I could possess the bodies of others. But I dared not go where other humans were. I sometimes inhabited animals, snakes, of course, being my preference, but I was little better off inside them than as pure spirit, for their bodies were ill-adapted to perform magic, and my possession of them shortened their lives; none of them lasted long."
"And then, a year ago, when I had almost abandoned hope, Alexander here was driven out of hiding in the muggle world by the ones called The Avengers. He decided to return to me. He sought me in the country where it was rumored I was hiding, helped, of course, by Barty, Brock, and the muggles under Alexander's command. Then one day, Barty brought me a Ministry witch named Bertha Jorkins, and with a bit of persuasion, she became a veritable mind of information. When I had extracted all the valuable information from her, she had now served her purpose, so I disposed of her. "
"The potion that revived me tonight needed three powerful ingredients. Well, one of them was already at hand, was it not, Alexander? A servant gives the flesh. My mother's bone, naturally, meant that we would have to come to her grave. But the blood of a foe. I wanted Harry Potter's blood. I wanted the blood of the one who had stripped me of power, for the lingering protection Lily Potter once gave him would reside in my veins too."
"But how to get Harry Potter? For he was protected better than I think even he knows, protected in ways devised by Dumbledore long ago, ancient magic, to ensure the boy's protection as long as he was in the home of Lily Potter's relatives, even I could not touch him there. But then, by some miracle, Dumbledore removed Harry Potter from that home and gave him to the ex-convict Sirius Black and the Hogwart's professor Reigna Ikol. The protection was gone, but I had no idea where he was or how to find him. Then, of course, there was the Quidditch World Cup, but I was not yet strong enough to attempt kidnap in a horde of Ministry wizards. Sinthea came up with the idea to send Wanda Maximoff and her brother there to distract Harry's guardians and the Ministry and get their hands on Harry Potter's blood. They failed, and I punished them."
"I decided the best and most hilarious way to get my hands on Harry was when he returned to Hogwarts and snatched him from under Albus Dumbledore's nose. I would do this by using the information I obtained from Bretha. My sister killed Igor Karkaroff and took over as head of Drumstrang, and then the Maximoffs joined her school. Wanda bewitched the Goblet into thinking Harry Potter was in a fourth school so he'd be chosen as a champion, then entered herself and ensured the Goblet picked her by bewitching her classmates to enter her name instead of their own. She made sure Harry survived all three tasks and was the first to the Triwizard Cup, that Sinthea turned into a Portkey, and the moment Harry touched it, the cup brought him here to me, and as you see, our plan was a success."
"To think, how foolish it was to suppose that this boy could ever have been stronger than me," Voldemort said. "But I want there to be no mistake in anybody's mind. Harry Potter escaped me by lucky chance. I will now prove my power by killing him in front of you, where there is no Dumbledore to help him and no one to die for him. I will give him a chance. He will be allowed to fight, and you will have no doubt about which of us is the stronger. Just a little longer, Nagini. You'll have your dinner soon."
The great snake glided away through the grass to where the Death Eaters stood watching. Harry felt his stomach turn. Surely Voldemort didn't mean to feed him to the snake.
"First, I must ask, Harry, do you have any last words?" Voldemort asked. He reached up and pulled the cloth off his mouth. "Any at all?"
Harry glared at Voldemort and said. "If you're going to kill me, kill me unless your goal is to bore me to death."
Voldemort laughed, "Ah, teenage angst, we all have gone through it. I plan to kill you, but first, we will duel and show my followers how weak you are. Barty, untie him and give him back his wand."
Voldemort turned from Harry and walked back a few feet. Barty summoned Harry's wand, walked over, and slammed it into Harry's hand, then waved his wand, and the ropes tying Harry to the tombstone fell away, he dropped to his feet, Harry stumbled but could stay on his feet by pointing most of his weight on his uninjured leg and pointed his wand at Voldemort.
"I believe you were taught how to duel, were you not? We must first bow." Voldemort bowed while keeping his eyes on Harry, but Harry did not bow. "Where are your manners, Harry? I said bow. You must bow."
"Drop dead." Harry spat.
"I guess the ex-convict hasn't taught you any manners. It's up to me then," Voldemort said.
"Imperio!"
Harry felt the sensation that his mind had been wiped of all thought. It was bliss not to think. It was as though he were dreaming. His wand slipped out of his fingers as a voice in his head said, bow. I will not bow to Voldemort, Harry argued.
"Bow, Harry." Voldemort said.
"GO TO HELL!" Harry yelled, thrusting out both hands. Magic flew from his palms, hit Voldemort, and sent him flying over a tall tombstone, and Harry fell to the ground, grabbing his injured leg. The Death Eaters stared in shocked, as Voldemort climbed to his feet, looking murderous.
"Crucio"
"Protego"
Harry's golden orb surrounded him, and Voldmort's torture curse bounced off it and went straight at Voldemort, striking him. Voldemort yelled out and stumbled and now glared at Harry with nothing but hate and anger on his face.
"You cheat, Harry," Voldemort said, "Very well, if that's how you're going to play, Barty."
Barty Crouch Jr walked over, jerked Harry to his feet, and held his arms behind his back. Harry was defenseless as Voldemort pointed his wand at him again, but he wasn't going to close his eyes or show any fear; he would not give Voldemort that satisfaction.
The spell never came. There was a shift in the air—a sudden simmer of green magic. Seconds later, Loki and Sirius stood in front of Harry, blocking him from Voldemort's wand.
Voldemort and His Death Eaters stared in shock, especially Rumlow and Pierce, who stared at Loki like they'd seen a ghost. Then, getting over his shock first, Barty Crouch Jr shoved Harry down and went towards Sirius and Loki, but before Harry could even give a warning, Loki spun around and caught him by the throat. He looked to Sirius.
"Barty Crouch Jr," Sirius said. Loki turned back to Barty, lifted him in the air, then with one hand threw him with so much strength he flew through the air, over Harry, and the statute, hit a tree a few feet behind it, and fell to the ground, where he laid with his head turned in an odd angle, and he didn't get up.
Loki glanced at Harry, and rage flashed across his face as he took in Harry's pale face, bruised cheek, and the slash on his arm. Loki turned and faced Voldemort. Him and Sirius both looked intimidating, standing there, protectively in front of Harry, both now with magic swirling around their hands, Loki in the same armor he wore when invading New York, and Sirius dressed similarly to him.
"Darling," Loki said, "Protect our son."
With that, Loki charged toward Voldemort, and the Death Eaters broke their circle and ran at Loki, casting spell after spell, which just bounced off, as Loki tossed magic at one, then grabbed Crabb and snapped his neck, then went after Nott and took him down, then Loki tossed his dagger at another Death Eater, getting him in the throat. He was like a madman, not given any mercy, and Sirius wasn't just standing in front of Harry. He was casting spells and hexes at any Death Eater that tried to get Loki from behind or got too close to them. Sirius wasn't only protecting Harry, he also had Loki's back.
Rumlow pointed his gun at Sirius, but before he could pull the trigger Loki teleported in front of him, jerked his gun out of his hand, broke it in half, then narrowed his eyes in recognition.
"I know you," Loki said. His eyes fell on the blood on his shirt where Harry had stabbed him, then he noticed Harry's dagger in his pocket and took it out as he lifted Rumlow in the air. "This does not belong to you."
Loki went to stab Rumlow with the dagger, Pirece ran forward and punched Loki on the side of the head with his metal hand, Loki let go of Rumlow in surprise and stumbled back, but before Pierce could hit Loki again, Sirius growled in anger and knocked both Pierce and Rumlow away from Loki with two powerful blasts of magic, Loki turned around and gave Sitius a wink, by now the Death Eaters who where still on their feet started apparating away.
Harry saw movement out of the side of his eye and turned to see a Death Eater pointing his wand at Sirius, and Harry thrust out his hand.
"Petrificus Totalus,"
The spell hit the Death Eater, and he fell over, unable to move. Sirius glanced at him, then at Harry, and smiled, the last remaining Death Eaters fled, even Rumlow and Pirece who was able to get to their feet, and make his way to Rumlow, grab his arm and apparate with him. Sirius and Loki looked around.
"The coward is gone," Loki said, sounding disappointed, when he didn't see Voldemort nor his snake.
"Of course he is," Sirius said, turning around to check on Harry, "His puppets wouldn't have dared leave unless he did." Loki joined him next to Harry, and handed him his dagger.
"I'm so sorry it took us so long to find you," Loki said, pushing Harry's hair out of his face.
"Wanda Maximoff put my name in the goblet. She and Pietro are Death Eaters," Harry said, "And Professor Schmidt, Voldemort said she was his sister."
"Sister?" Sirius and Loki said at the same time. Harry nodded. He was trying to think of what all Voldemort said, he needed to tell his parents.
"Cedric, that muggle killed Cedric," Harry said.
"Muggle?" Loki asked. "You mean Rumlow?"
"Yes, he's working for Voldemort," Harry said. "We have to warn Dumbledore."
"I'll do that, do not worry. At the moment, the most important thing to your father and me is to get you somewhere safe, and since Voldemort's people are at Hogwarts, you can't return there."
"Where will he go," Sirius asked. "Everyone we know and would trust with Harry is at Hogwarts."
Loki thought a moment, then cursed as he held his hand out, and a glowing blue cub formed in his hand.
"There is only one place I can think of where he'll be safe, and they won't try to kill a child," Loki said, "unfortunately, the truth of where I went will come out, and we may have to fight to get Harry back."
"Hang on," Sirius said, "You're not meaning to send him there?"
"We have no other choice, darling," Loki said; they stared at each other a moment before Sirius gave in and nodded.
"But I want to go with you two," Harry said. Sirius put his arm around him.
"We'll come get you as soon as we dealt with those at Hogwarts," he promised as Loki sat the cub in Harry's hand, pulled him into a hug, and told Harry something he didn't think he would ever hear Loki or anyone say to him.
"I love you, my son." Loki then stood up, and backed away from him.
"We both do, kiddo," Sirius said and hugged Harry. Then stood, and before Harry could protest or even reply, a bright blue light surrounded him, and he was gone. Loki and Sirius looked at each other.
"Are you okay?" Sirius asked, reaching up and turning Loki's head, checking to make sure Loki didn't have a bruise on his face, and promising himself he'll be the one take that old man out.
"It barely hurt, got me by surprise is all," Loki claimed, "Are you okay?"
"That bastard is back, what do you think," Sirius said, Loki laid his hand on his cheek.
"He will not get our son, I promise you this," Loki said, he dropped his hand, "Would you like to go see who out son cursed on your behalf?"
Sirius agreed and they both turned and walked over to the Death Eater Harry had cursed, light grey eyes widened in fear as Loki and Sirius stood over him.
"The spell should have worn off by now, Harry's magic is getting stronger." Loki said.
"You should ask him to show you what he did in the maze with his patronus." Sirius said, then nodded to the wizard on the ground. "I think I know who that is. He could be useful."
Loki knelt down beside the Death Eater, his eyes grow wide.
"No need to be frightened, I'm not going to kill you, yet," Loki said; he gripped Malfoy's forehead ruffly, and suddenly flashes of Lucius Malfoy's life filled his mind, him growing up, joining Voldemort, lying to stay out of prison, slipping Voldemort's dairy in Ginny Weasley's school books, his pull in the Ministry, Loki even saw Voldemort's speech to the Death Eaters, everything until that moment, Loki pulled his hand back and smirked.
"I think you're right, love," Loki said, making his scepter appear in his hand. "I can be useful." Loki touched the tip of his scepter to Malfoy's chest, and his eyes turned black for a second before turning an electric blue.
AN I thought about letting Cedric live, I even thought about him not even being in the tournament, but what happened to him, will play a small part in a much later plot, so unfortunately I needed it to happen and by Rumlow. I know Harry didn't use much magic, but he was mostly just trying to get away, I was trying to show him making a smart decision by not wanting to fight, but to get away from the dangerous people. It will be explained how Loki and Sirius found Harry or even knew he was taken.
I know Voldemort may have seemed a little out of character when it came to Rumlow and muggles working in Hydra, but I had to do it to fit the plot, so sorry. And since I changed his dad, I had to make it his Mother he used to come back. Even though Lily wasn't Harry's biological mother in my story, her giving her life for him, still made the same blood protection, I don't know if that's how it would work in cannon, but it did in this story. I figured Pierce would be smarter than Wormtail and no matter not to assume Voldemort meant his injured arm and not ask for his new hand, but wait until Voldemort gave it to him.