Chapter 4: The Encounter with Voldemort
The next memory pulled him into a dark, cold graveyard. Harry recognized it immediately—his confrontation with Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament. He watched himself, trembling and terrified, as he faced the Dark Lord.
"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived," Voldemort sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You think you can defeat me?"
Harry felt a surge of anger. He wanted to shout, to warn his past self about the dangers ahead. But he was still just an observer, forced to relive the moment without the power to change it.
As the duel began, Harry watched in horror as Cedric Diggory fell, the life extinguished from his eyes. The guilt washed over him like a tidal wave. He had always blamed himself for Cedric's death, but witnessing it again made the pain even more unbearable.
"Why didn't I save him?" he whispered, tears streaming down his face.
The memory continued to unfold, and Harry felt the weight of his choices pressing down on him. He had been so focused on his own survival that he hadn't considered the consequences of his actions on others. The realization hit him hard; he had been a part of something much larger than himself, and the choices he made had far-reaching effects.