Ivy Potter, Year Four | Raised By The Malfoys

Chapter Fifty Three: Sacrifice

          We flew into the air and violently landed in a grassy cold area. There was fog as far as the eyes could see and I struggled to make sense of it. I ordered Lilyth to look around but to not touch anything. Harry found me before Cedric and sat me up in the grass and we saw a house not far from us. Cedric saw us and made his way over saying there were tombstones where he landed. Harry and I looked around and I felt my stomach churning.

          "We've been here before," I whispered, filled with fear.

          "We need to go," Harry said.

          Cedric was about to pull me up when Harry and I started to cry out in pain. From the house, a large man appeared and he was holding something. I heard a voice saying to kill the spare when Cedric stood in front of me to protect me. No!

           I reached out to Cedric too late, "Don't!"

          "Avada Kedavra!" the stranger said and sent a green spell to Cedric.

          It hit him in his chest and was sent flying back where his lifeless body landed.

          "No! Cedric!" Harry screamed.

          I tried to crawl myself to his body, "Cedric! Cedric!"

          I was grabbed by my legs and dragged backwards to a massive reaper statue tombstone. Harry was also fighting with the stranger and he was bound next to me. We were trapped in this position and I was becoming overwhelmed with my emotions. Lilyth found the cup and kept it hidden from view as the bluish glow would give it away in the fog. I didn't care. My vision was blurred by my tears as I looked at Cedric's corpse. The stranger that captured us was Peter Pettigrew and he was holding the deformed body of Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort. In front of us was a massive cauldron and Peter started a ritual.

          He took Harry's left arm and used a knife to carve into his flesh. Harry's blood was added into the cauldron. Peter yanked on my braid and I felt the back of the blood coated knife at the end of my hairline above my neck. I screamed as he cut off my entire braid and felt my nerves short circuiting. Strands of my hair clung to my face as they were soaked in some of Harry's blood. Bones from the tombstone we were caged in were then added to the cauldron after my entire braid was sacrificed. I looked away as Peter cut off his own right hand to add to the cauldron. Finally, the deformed Tom was thrown in and the reaction was immediate. The cauldron began to melt and caught fire as it molded itself into a fetus.

          The fetus then grew into a body and Harry and I screamed in pain as the body was forming fully. Peter ran off into the house as the body began to turn into a man. I saw the same dark hair I saw in the Chamber of Secrets two years ago. Feet touched the grass and Peter returned to throw a cloak over the young man that stood before us. As he spread out his arms and stretched his neck, I noticed his eyes were closed. When he brought his hands to his head, he opened his eyes and looked at me.

          "Hello, darling," Tom said.

          He was back. The young Tom Riddle who I had met two years ago stood before us in the flesh. A part of me rekindled the connection we had years ago but I was burning with rage. My vision was turning red as he started to ignore us. He approached Peter and used the Dark Mark on his bleeding arm to summon his followers. As a reward for his loyalty as his servant, he gave Peter a silver magic hand. One by one, Death Eaters gathered around us to welcome the return of their master. One of them looked at me for a second and I gritted my teeth seeing those eyes. The eyes that raised me. Raised by Lucius Malfoy. Tom pulled off the masks of his followers and degraded them for abandoning him when he fell from power.