Harry went numb. He couldn't believe what just happened. Before his mind could accept what was happening he was pulled to his feet. Before he was shoved against a gravestone he saw a name. TOM RIDDLE. The man was conjuring ropes around him and he soon was unable to move. He struggled and was hit by a man missing a finger. The cloak shifted and he realized who this was.
"Wormtail!" Peter did not reply. He was busy checking the ropes so Harry had no chance of escape. He stuffed a black clothe in Harry's mouth and without a word hurried away. Harry could only see in front of him which was Cedric lying on the ground dead about 20 feet away. He felt that familiar excruciating pain in his scar and he realized he didn't want that bundle opened. He could hear noises at his feet and he realized there was a snake slithering in the grass. He heard Wormtail's loud breathing and he walked into Harry's vision. He was pushing a big stone cauldron. It seemed to be filled with some sort of liquid. Fear arose and he started struggling again but it was no use. The ropes were too tight. The liquid in the cauldron heated up very fast and he could hear somebody talking.
"Hurry!" The liquid glowed and Wormtail looked at the bundle.
"It's ready master." Master? Where has he heard that?"
"Now.." Said the mysterious voice. He unwrapped the bundle and Harry screamed. It was ugly, slimy, and blind and looked a little discolored. It was dropped into the concoction and it hit the bottom with a thud. Wormtail began whimpering and pulled a silver dagger from inside his cloak. He started chanting.
"Flesh of the servant w-willingly given you will revive your master." He slashed the dagger and his scream could be heard for miles. He heard a splash as something was dropped in. Wormtail was quite obviously in pain. Harry had his eyes squeezed shut and didn't even realize how close Peter currently was to him.
"B-blood of the enemy forcibly taken you will resurrect your foe." Harry struggled as much as he could hoping something would happen to prevent this. Peter's remaining hand was shaking as he pulled out the dagger. Harry could feel the dagger pierce his skin and the blood seep through his robes. He fumbled in his pocket for a vial and collected a drop of Harry's blood. He dropped the blood into the cauldron and lied on the ground cradeling his arm stump and whimpering. A bright light surrounded him and turned everything else to darkness. He was praying that something went wrong. That the thing drowned. But it was in vain. He saw the outline of a man standing before him.
"Robe me." Wormtail immedialtly rose to his feet and grabbed the bundle of black robes and put them on his master. Harry stared back at the face that haunted his nightmares for years. Lord Voldemort has returned.
