On Monday Sirius took the memory to the ministry and they watched it. Neither him or James had work today but went to show everyone what happened.
"Where are we?" Cedric said.
Harry looked around.
"I've been here before. I've been here before, in a dream."
He looked at the stone and saw Tom Riddle.
"Cedric, we have to get back to the cup, now!"
"What are you talking about?" he said.
Suddenly they heard something and they looked up. Then Harry's scar lit on fire.
"Ahh!"
Everyone that didn't know Harry is the true boy-who-lived yet stood there confused.
He fell to his knees and held his scar.
"Harry!" Cedric said.
"Get back to the cup. Ah!"
"Who are you?! What do you want?!" he asked with his wand out.
"Kill the spare!" someone said.
Everyone but the Order members, Sirius and James froze in shock.
"Avada Kadevera!" someone else said.
"No! Cedric!"
Suddenly he was being picked up and locked. He looked down and saw Wormtail.
"Do it, now!"
So he picked him up and let him in the potion.
"Bone, of the father unknowingly given. You will renew your son." he said.
Some people that were currently Death Eaters were finally going to find out how the Dark Lord returned. Snape had looked at the memory during Harry's Occlamency lesson and surprised he would trust Wormtail with a potion like that. Even though he was third best of their years.
The bone went inside the potion.
Then he put the wand in his pocket and took out a knife.
"Flesh, of the servant w-willingly sacrificed. You will revive your master."
Then he cut off his hand.
He looked up at Harry and walked over to him.
"Blood, of the enemy forcibly taken. You will resurrect your foe."
"Get away from my son/godson you rat!" James and Sirius said together.
He put the knife on her arm.
"Ahh!" he yelled in pain.
Then he took some of his blood and headed to the potion.
"The Dark Lord, shall rise, again!" he said tapping some blood.
Harry started yelling in pain.
Something was in the air getting clothes on them. Then he saw someone he hadn't seen in three years, Lord Voldemort. Like Tom Riddle said last year, he had risen again.
After he looked at himself he stood there and looked at him. He looked at him back. Then he looked at Wormtail.
"My wand Wormtail." Voldemort said.
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FanfictionAfter twelve years Harry is still ignored from his parents after that Halloween night. When he was three his younger brother becomes the Boy-Who-Lived. Or so they think. After finding out about his quidditch history he's offered to join the Puddleme...
