POTTER

27

"Do it, now!"

Wormtail drops something into a cauldron, Harry watches on.

"Bones of the father, unwillingly given."

A bone hovers in the air under Wormtail's control, he drops it into the cauldron.

"Flesh of the servent willingly sacrificed."

He takes a knife and slashes his arm over the cauldron.

"Blood of the enemy forcibly taken."

He takes the knife to Harry and cuts at his arm. Harry shouts. Wormtail takes the knife over to the cauldron and lets the drops fall into it.

"The dark lord shall rise again."

The cauldron bursts into flame and a reformed Voldemort emerges.

"My wand Wormtail."

Wormtail hands him the wand and bows deeply.

"Hold out your arm."

"Master. Thank you master."

"The other arm Wormtail."

Wormtail looks concerned, but does it anyway. Voldemort sticks the wand into Wormtail's arm. The sky changes, others have been summoned.

"Welcome my friends. Thirty years it's been, and yet you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself disappointed, not one of you tried to find me."

Voldemort begins slashing angrily at the hooded figures.

"Not even you, Lucius."

"My lord. Had I detected any sign or even a whisper of your whereabouts."

"There were signs my friend, and more than whispers."

"I assure you I never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence, that was my true mask."

"I returned."

"Out of fear, not loyalty. Still you have proved yourself useful these past few months Wormtail."

Voldemort grants Wormtail a new hand.

"Thank you master, thank you."

"Oh, such a handsome boy."

"Don't touch him."

Harry struggles to get free.

"Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days. The boy who lived. How lies have fed your legend Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? It was love. You see when dear sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch you. It was old magic, something I should have forseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed, I can touch you now!"

Voldemort puts his hand on Harry's head and he screams.

"Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do eh Harry? Pick up your wand Potter. I said pick it up, get up. Get up! You've been taught how to duel I presume yes? First we bow to each other. Come on now Harry the niceties must be observed, Dumbledore would not want you to forget your manners now would he? I said bow!"

Voldemort forces Harry to bow with magic.

"That's better. And now."

Voldemort casts at Harry and he wriggles in pain.

"Atta boy Harry, your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy mongrel mother. I'm going to kill you Harry Potter, I'm going to destroy you. After tonight no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight if they speak of you they'll speak only of how you begged for death, and I being a merciful lord obliged. Get up."

Voldemort pulls Harry to his feet, Harry begins to move away.

"Don't you turn your back on me Harry Potter I want you to look at me when I kill you, I want to see the lights leave your eyes."

Harry takes steps toward Voldemort.

"Have it your way."

They both cast and their streams of magic meet. They both struggle.

"Do nothing. He is mine to finish. He's mine!"

Shapes form in the surrounding magical energy. We hear Dumbledore's voice.

"Harry when the connection is broken you must get to the portkey. We can delay it for a moment to give you time but only a moment, do you understand?"

"Harry take my body back will you? Take my body back to my father."

"Let go. Sweetheart you're ready. Let go! Let go!"

The connection breaks, Harry runs over to Cedric's body and summons the cup over to them. In an instant the port out. Voldemort looks angry.

"No!"