AN: I do not own Harry Potter. Beta'd by my sister.

Warning: Blood, kid knapping, black mail...

Chapter One - Wrong Address

It was the end, they thought. They had made it through the last couple challenges together, and they were both weary and injured. Harry Potter was bleeding from where a smaller accromantula had bitten him, and the poison felt like the injury was burning and the area around it. Cedric had been cut by a blast ended skrewt. Both were had various scratches from the bushes that made up of the hedge and bruises from landing on the ground. They took a minute of discussion before they agreed to grab hold of the cup together.

It was supposed to transport them to the outside of the maze by the hedges. That was not where they ended up. Nope, they landed out in a graveyard, with a stone fence around it with an old iron gate, in front of a giant cauldron the size of which fit the horror stories of the evil witches of muggle fairy tales that ate wayward children. No, this was not Hogwarts.

Harry saw movement from behind the cauldron and dashed. Cedric was right with him as their fight or flight mode was still in full gear and they were correct as bright red stunning spells whizzed passed them as they ran and dodged around the statues, trees, and headstones. Harry's leg injury slowed him down enough that he was eventually hit.

Cedric had out paced him, and was turning around when he realized Harry was not with him as he hid behind a statue. He was too late to grab his fallen friend as a rat had dashed forwards and transformed into a man and had started pulling the younger boy with him. Cedric followed as stealthily as he could, as he was starting to feel responsible for the boy in an environment that they should not have entered. He watched as Harry was pulled roughly along and bound over a grave with an angel statue. As the man was encumbered with a small bundle on the ground, he took the chance and dashed forwards. He was seen.

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Harry was glad that Pettigrew had been in a hurry to tie him up. He had woken up as they had gotten back to the cauldron, and gotten his wand in his hand but hidden in the many folds of the back of his shirt. That meant that he still could use his wand when Pettigrew had hurriedly finished tying him up.

"Kill the spare."

Pettigrew went to do as ordered, but Harry used accio to pull the older boy out of the way. Cedric landed beside Harry in the grass, and quickly pulled himself behind the headstone Harry was tied to. He ducked and weaved, but didn't see the side of a memorial before his head connected and he collapsed dazed. Harry tried to send what spells he knew at Pettigrew from where he was, getting in the man's way.

"Ignore him, he's out for now. Grab Potter's wand."

Pettigrew went back and grabbed Harry's wrist, thus making it unlikely for him to get hexed. After dropping the wand on the ground, he started Voldemort's rebirth ritual. After the floating bone dust, the cutting off of Pettigrew's hand, Harry watched incredulously as the timid man cut his arm one handedly and threw the bloody knife in the cauldron, while having his bleeding stump wrapped in his robes. Pettigrew's attention was solely focused on the figure forming before him, and a good majority of Harry's was as well. The rest of Harry's attention, as well as most of Cedric's, was on getting Harry untied from behind the statue. Pettigrew didn't notice as he watched his master take a breath for the first time in years.

"Robe me."

Harry was thinking. Breathing was attached to life, life was attached to life debts, and he had one he could call right this minute. Actually, make that as soon as he could, while he felt Cedric hand him his wand from behind him. As Pettigrew held out his undamaged arm and Voldemort called his followers, Harry took a breath. As the dark robed followers popped in, Harry called out, "Pettigrew, I call in your life debt to serve me and protect me in the stead of Lord Voldemort."

Pettigrew gave a screech, looking at his former master, and Lord Voldemort snarled. Harry watched as the timid man was pulled almost to his side.

"Cedric," he asked, "could you do something for his arm?"

"I'm not feeling the greatest towards him at the moment."

"I know, but..."

Cedric sighed and did the best he could to bandage off the man's arm, though it was soaking through.

Pettigrew stuttered, "Th-thank y-you, m-mast-ster."

"Hold your wand on the others, Pettigrew," snarled Harry, "We haven't made it out yet."

"Well, well, young master Potter," crowed Voldemort. He sauntered in front of his troops, looking between Harry and them. He continued, "It looks like you had some hold over one of mine to pull him to your side. What does it feel like the one you were able to call was the one that betrayed your parents to me and resurrected me with your blood, your enemy?"

He turned sideways so he could see both groups of people out of the corner of his eye. He continued, "Look, my Death Eaters, the one with the power to vanquish me! Two brats and a man dying from blood loss! Such opposition! How in the world will they survive?"

He laughed, and lifted his wand.

Harry saw the movement and dashed behind the statue, pulling the traitor with him, Cedric with him. They ran, and were chased around the graveyard. Harry recognized various techniques used by his cousin and friends from when they chased him. He was being hunted, and they were chased away from the portkey. Going back there was probably a death sentence. No, it was a death sentence with little chance of success. During the chase they had lost Pettigrew. Temporarily hiding behind a large stone, he could hear them coming up behind and beside him from various directions. He turned to Cedric, "I'm about to pull something drastic."

Cedric nodded. Seeing that, Harry used accio on the blond haired Death Eater. Cedric had his wand trained outwards and levitated a rock towards the spell the man was casting. It blocked the spell successfully, and the man, Mr. Malfoy, he recognized now, landed beside him and Cedric grabbed his wand. Harry grabbed the man around his neck, and said, "Don't struggle, or I'll burn you alive, and I don't need a wand for that."

Malfoy froze. Already, he could feel the boy's hands growing unnaturally warmer.

Harry called out, "Are you willing to see what I can do? I burned Quirrel to death, and I am ready and willing to do it to Malfoy."

Cedric sensed a cessation of movement in the area around him. He turned to Malfoy, and asked, "Are you fairly high up?"

Malfoy answered, "Fairly, I'm the head of our side on the Wizengamot."

Cedric nodded. It made sense since they had put no value on the life of one of their former members, Pettigrew, who had died by getting between Harry and a killing curse, and yet, Malfoy being held hostage kept the others off successfully. He could see Malfoy grimacing, and could feel the heat radiating off Harry's hands. Cedric picked up Harry's fallen wand. He noticed Harry standing up, and stood up as well, holding out his own wand to help defend the trio.

Harry yelled out, "We're leaving, but we're taking Malfoy with us as safe passage."

Harry and Cedric headed back towards the portkey. With Harry being so short, being his age, Lucius Malfoy ended up walking slightly crouched so his neck wasn't in a more uncomfortable position. Both Cedric and Malfoy were certain there were burns on the man's neck in the shape of Harry's hands.

As they walked past Lord Voldemort, a bright green spell left the man's wand and hit Harry.

Voldemort kicked Harry's body, then stood with one foot on it while shouting out his victory over the one that could stop him.

Cedric, taking advantage of the distraction, as he saw the green leave the wand, stunned Malfoy with a quick spell. As older and stronger than Harry, Cedric held Mr. Malfoy half up as he looked at his fellow tournament member laying on the ground dead. He started pulling the man, half carrying him over his shoulder, so the man's body half covered his own, being a living shield of sorts. A few feet away, he paused and looked back.

Cedric groaned in pain. It wasn't physical pain, not really, but emotional pain over the poor boy that he had gotten to know over the year. Of course, there was more to this graveyard fight than he had anticipated. They were letting him leave, because the Dark Lord had no one else around that could stop him. Then he saw it.

Smoke was rising from the Dark Lord's robes, and soon there was flame.

Flames were quickly rushing up the Dark Lord's back, and he screamed.

Lord Voldemort tried putting it out. He rolled in the grass and the other Death Eater's tried to help by casting water on him. It was quickly apparent that their efforts were futile, yet they weren't abandoning their leader.

Cedric watched in shock as Harry rolled away from the flames. He dropped his burden from his shoulder and rushed to Harry's side while dragging the man. He helped Harry up. They left, bringing Malfoy with them.

The grass was on fire and spreading to the nearby trees. As the flaming man screamed, the death eaters quickly apparated away.

With Cedric half carrying, half dragging a full grown man, and Harry hobbling, Cedric realized they had veered off course from the portkey and his human shield was waking up.

He stopped abruptly, as his center of balance changed when the man stood up.

He watched the man's eyes widen as he took in their surroundings.

The surroundings were grim. The heat of the fire was getting intense, and the air was smoky. The screaming they were hearing stopped suddenly as the flaming corpse of the dark lord hit the ground.

Cedric's wand remained on Mr. Malfoy as he swallowed.

"Thanks for not letting me burn to death."

"We still could if we don't get out," grouched Harry.

Malfoy looked at his two companions. Cedric Diggory had his wand trained on him, and the other, Harry Potter, was standing on one leg beside them.

Cedric grouched, "I get why burning You-Know-Who alive was a distraction, but I don't understand why you thought to burn the place around us."

"Sorry, but I don't control fire," sniped Harry Potter.

Malfoy looked at the two a little dumb founded. His mask had come off, but that wasn't the most shocking. Harry Potter was immortal and could set things on fire?! He knew Cedric Diggory had stunned him. Well, he didn't want to die either. Both also had a hold of his sleeves, holding him with them. He cleared his throat. "Can we go as well, or are we to die as well?"

Cedric looked at the burning graveyard, noting the portkey was no where in sight.

Lucius coughed, "If I had my wand, I could get us out of here. Can I have it?"

Cedric looked over at Harry then back at Malfoy before replying, "If you swear on your magic that you will not harm us and get us somewhere safe, I will give you your wand."

Lucius Malfoy coughed in the smoky air before replying, "I, Lucius Malfoy, swear on my magic to take you someplace safe and not to harm you. So I swear to Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory."

Cedric nodded his head, and gave Malfoy his wand from his robe pocket. He was becoming dizzy, and Harry was worse than he was. He noted all three of them were coughing on the smoke.

Lucius Malfoy nodded his thanks, grabbed both boy's arms, took his wand, and apparated out.