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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

      Harry and Cedric each grabbed one handle of the Triwizard Cup, and their feet left the floor. They were sucked into a blast of howling wind and color. When their feet touched the ground, they were far away from Hogwarts, in a graveyard. Draco was trying to figure out what just happened, he was still not used to being a prisoner in Harry's body, being unable to move at his free will was infuriating. He was as curious as Harry and Cedric about who was coming from the other side. Then he heard the voice.

      "Kill the spare."

      "Avada Kedavra!"

      After a flash of blinding green light, there was the sound of a body hitting the ground. The burning of the scar was insufferably painful and Draco could feel the pain to its fullest extent. As the pain dwindled and Harry opened his eyes, he saw Cedric on the ground, next to him. He was dead. Draco already knew that Harry wouldn't ever forget how helpless, scared, and in denial he was at that moment.

      Then, Harry was pulled up to his feet before he could react, and he was dragged by a man in a cloak. With the help of the light coming from the tip of the man's wand, he could read 'Tom Riddle' on the gravestone he was pushed towards. With the ropes that the man conjured, he was tied to the gravestone from his neck down to his ankles. Draco wished for Harry's resistance to be enough. He wished for him to break free.

      "You!" Even though Harry somehow recognized the guy, Draco was clueless. He could feel what Harry felt, but he couldn't read his mind.

      Everything progressed so fast during the remainder of the dream as if the time was on fast forward. Draco recognized the snake, he knew who it belonged to. Then the man added something to the cauldron. With the time skips in the dream, Draco couldn't figure out what had happened. As he grew more worried, he felt an intense pain in his right elbow. Immediately after, Draco saw him. Lord Voldemort.

      He saw Voldemort sending a message through the Dark Mark. His view darkened, and then lightened again. This time, Voldemort was talking.

      "You, Harry Potter, are standing on the bones of my father."

      "A Muggle and a fool... very like your mother."

      "Your mother died to defend you as a child... and I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself, in death..."

      Voldemort's voice was ringing in his head as the scene changed again and again. Draco thought Harry was trying to wake up from his nightmare. It felt like he didn't want to see this, and the scenes kept getting blurry. When he could see clearly again, The Death Eaters had started to arrive. They were kissing the tips of Voldemort's cloak. When the scene changed again, Draco heard his father's voice. At that moment, he felt an intense disgust that was able to drown Harry's feelings. He'd seen his father obeying him before, but after what had happened, after the war, Draco's had a drastic change of mind.

      Voldemort was talking about how he came back. He explained how Harry stopped him in the previous years and how they made it to this night. Then he made Harry, therefore Draco, feel intense pain.

      "Crucio!"

      As he suffered the excruciating pain, the laughter of the people around him got louder. Draco thought this was a pathetic and ridiculous sight. They were torturing a fourteen-year-old, defenseless child, and enjoying it. To top it all, Voldemort was telling him that he was going to give him the chance to fight.

      Then, once again, everything happened so fast. Harry faced the Cruciatus one more time. He resisted the Imperius curse. He tried to run. Then he faced Voldemort, and two voices were heard, shouting simultaneously.