Double Trouble - HP

⚜Behind the Mask⚜

"Harry Potter..." the serpent like hiss made Harry want to squirm. "We meet again..."

Harry glared tiredly, at the newly risen Dark Lord.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed down, his wand raised as he muttered in a still soft hiss, "Crucio!"

Harry closed his eyes as he waited for the pain...the excruciating pain, he knew he was supposed to feel...

He frowned when except for the now slightly less burning scar, he felt nothing more.

He peeked his eyes open, only for them to go as wide as saucers!

'How was Diggory still alive?'

There in front of him, stood Cedric Diggory, shielding Harry with his own body from the painful curse.

Gone was the kind and gentle Hufflepuff.....

And instead, in front of Harry, stood a Cedric Diggory, who looked like a....warrior...

The 16 year old looked nothing like a 16 year old boy, as he took the Cruciatus curse without so much as an 'oh'.

No, the boy...just stood there hunching slightly, grabbing his chest right where, Harry expected the killing curse had hit him....and instead of pain and tears in his eyes....the Hufflepuff was...glaring at the newly risen Voldemort...

Harry had never seen anyone like Diggory, ever in his life....and Voldemort seemed to have the same thoughts as Harry.

The Dark Lord was in fact thinking the exact same thing as Harry, as he stared at the teenager on the receiving end of his 'Crucio'. The boy had not let out even a single sound of pain...and was instead glaring at the Dark Lord....something which had won him a twinge of respect and admiration from the Dark Lord. 

"Wormtail! Your hand!" the Dark Lord whisper-hissed to the whimpering rat Animagus, his wands still pointed towards the two boys, the curse still ongoing. 

The rat, finally offered him his cut warm, to which the Dark Lord sneered as he grabbed the man's other arm, pressing up on the Dark Mark, which had the whimpering man turn into a writhing and wailing mess. 

But the Dark Lord didn't care, his red eyes solely focused on the Hufflepuff who by now seemed to have realized, what the dark lord had done as the boy's eyes had narrowed down.

Soon, the dark lord cancelled his spell, making the boy stagger a bit but no other indication of the boy being in pain was given. The dark Lord couldn't help but let out a smirk at that...

'Such precious talent,' the dark lord thought as his gaze turned further more intense when the Hufflepuff boy stood in front of Potter, still shielding the younger's body with his own despite his own condition. 'Must be mine...'

Soon all too familiar 'cracks' were heard and Harry watched dreadfully as about at least 30 masked wizards and witches landed in the graveyard. All of them bowing their heads, as soon as they realized their 'Master' was there.

Harry however, also had his attention on Cedric, who had staggered back a bit, as soon as the curse had ended, and ended up leaning slightly on Harry's body, which was still trapped. Despite all that, the older boy was still guarding Harry with his own body. Harry could hear the boy's breathe which was erratic and fast-

"Welcome back...friends..." Harry's attention snapped back towards Voldemort, who was now addressing his followers. "...Thirteen years its been...and...yet...here, you stand before me...as though, it were only yesterday...I confess myself...disappointed!" the dark lord hissed, in the still soft hiss. Moving around the death eaters, gracefully.