"Harry Potter, My Sex Angel." (Harrymort)

"His Father's Grave Sight"

This includes smut between a minor and an adult. Don't like? Don't read.

Harry soon fell, feeling his knees buckle to the ground landing on his hands. His eye's curiously looking up, they both were in a grave sight, graves were lined up in rows. The sky was setting and the darkness was engulfing the cemetery giving it a dreary feeling. After he was done skimming it he looked at Cedric making sure the 7th year was ok, as he expected he looked just as confused as Harry. "So, where are we Cedric?" He asked simply, the cold air giving him soft caresses making the 14 year old shiver. Cedric sadly shook his head, he had no idea where the hell they were. Cedric got up and pat down his pants for any excess dirt, lending a hand to Harry and pulled his weight up. Cedric looked around the cemetery, he wondered why both he and Harry got here. Both him and the younger boy had decided they both were going to win the tournament together, this wasn't what they planned. "Did anyone tell you the cup was a portkey Harry?" Harry shook his head, "nope."

The silence soon consumed the air both the boy's were deep in their minds, organizing through it to figure out what was going on. Was this just another task they had to complete, but it would be weird why it was placed in a cemetery then. Harry was just as confused as Cedric, why had they ended up in a graveyard of all the places they could go?
The silence soon passed as Harry asked, "is this supposed to be apart of the task?" Cedric soon responded, "I dunno." A hint of laced nervousness in his voice, "wands out, d'you reckon?" He asked peering at Harry. "Yeah," Harry said in a casual tone as they slid their wands out of their pockets. A eery feeling of having someones eye's on them came over Harry, he soon spotted a small figure in the distance their cloak swishing with the rhythm of the wind. "Someone's coming," Cedric soon alerted. Harry already knew that but he didn't really say anything to the older boy. The smaller person's cloak swished sideways as they walked, both he and Harry had spotted a bundle of what seems to be robes in the person's arms. The person soon stood to a halt, around 6 feet infront of the student's. The dread filling into the air, Harry had an bad feeling.

Cedric soon stopped to glance at Harry, watching his reactions closely making sure the 4rth year is ok. They both watches the small person, but soon Harry's scar exploded. It was unusual, it didn't hurt, it was filled with excitement.. And even perhaps lust..? His scar tingled pleasantly and Harry didn't know what to do as it never tingled like this before. His hands soon came up to the scar tracing the lighting dent it made in his forehead, it was surprisingly pleasant to say the least. Soon a cold but extremely husky voice filled the silence in the air, "kill the spare," the unknown voice said to the cloaked figure. The person swished their wand and their voice echoing in the graveyard, "Avada Kedavra." Soon the grass rustled beside him and soon heard someone hit the grass harshly. Harry immediately looked at Cedric, his pale body shimmered in the moonlight. His crystal green eye's soon widened and looked back at the cloak figure fearing for what was in his future.

The figure was right infront of him, but now he was being dragged to who knows where. He forcefully slammed him into the grave, Harry squeaking in pain and surprise. Looking back at the grave he soon saw someone's initials,

Tom Riddle

Harry's eyes widened but snapped back to the person, they were now conjuring ropes around Harry tightly bounding him to the grave enabling him to move freely. Studying the figures movements his eye's twitched in realization on who this man was and how he betrayed Harry's parents for Voldemort. This stupid rat man was the betrayer of his parents and the reason they were dead, forever dead, the reason his parents were slowly decaying in their graves, this was WormTail, merlin! "You!" Harry growled under his breath pissed at the rat man, thr whole entire reason his parents were dead, it was all his fault! Wormtail didn't respond as he checked if Harry was bound correctly so Harry had no escape plan at all. Harry's eye twitched in anger glaring daggers as WormTail didn't even respond to his frustration. WormTail soon separated himself from the boy-who-lived and got things out of his pockets. It was black cloth that had soon been shoved into Harry's mouth muffling his arguments not allowing his voice to see the light of the day.