Sly stared at the body in a state of shock. Cedric was dead. Another person was dead. The figure walked closer, his wand pointed at Sly as they lifted Sly high above the ground and into the status’s grip.
Who even was that?!
“Do it, now!”
The figure moved around the cauldron, dropping the bundle inside. They walked closer to Sly, finally letting him see the figure’s face. They were distinctively rat-like. Chubby and dirty. It was repulsive. Sly didn’t like rats. They tended to nibble at his skin.
Bringing out a knife, the figure grabbed Sly’s arm, forcing it out in front of him. Bringing the knife closer, the figure cut deeply into Sly’s arm, making him whimper.
‘What are you doing?’
His words meant nothing as the figure dug deeper before returning to the caldron, dropping the blood inside. The figure dropped the knife, reaching into their pocket. They brought out a familiar gemstone.
The immortal ruby.
How did they get that?!
Cracking the ruby in half, the figure dropped the large half into the water, watching it bubble up. They stepped back, watching the cauldron swirl and the form begin to take shape. The pale figure took their first breath, savouring the air once more. “My wand Wormtail.”
The first figure- Wormtail- scuttled forward, offering out the wooden stick.
“Hold out your arm.”
Wormtail did as he was told as the new figure stabbed his arm. The sky began to churn, shadowy figures appearing before them.
“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.” The figure turned around angrily, slashing at the hooded figures, growling out each of their names. “Not even you, Lucius.”
Lucius fell to the ground, pulling off his mask. “My lord, had I detected any sign or even a whisper of your whereabouts-” he couldn’t finish.
“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.”
Wormtail walked closer, bowing deeply. “I returned.”
“Out of fear,” the figure spat, “not loyalty. Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail. You shall be rewarded in time.”
Wormtail grinned. “Thank you, master, thank you.”
The figure began to wander around the graveyard, tilting his head at the dead body. “Oh, such a handsome boy.” The figure pushed the boy’s head with his foot, a glimmer in his eyes.
‘Don’t touch him!’ The bright letters made the figure stumble back, blinking rapidly in an attempt to recover.
The figure rubbed his eyes before turning to Sly. “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, she cursed me. I was doomed to die the second her heart stopped. But I had enough time. Just enough time to kill you. Do you want to know how you survived? Simple, you didn’t.”
The figure stopped. By this time, Sly had worked out who he was. This was Voldemort.
“Dumbledore brought you back from death. He cursed you. He’s the one who had you like this. Who forced you to live while your friends died. But don’t worry.” Voldemort waved for Wormtail to walk over and place the other half of the ruby in his hand. “I can heal you.”
Pouring a vile over the ruby, Voldemort grinned. He began chanting as the ruby began to glow. Sly whimpered, trying to back away from the glowing liquid that began to foam around the ruby. Forcing Sly forward, Voldemort forced Sly’s mouth open.
‘No!’
The bright words didn’t affect Voldemort. He forced the liquid in Sly’s mouth, chanting louder. Everything began to hurt. Every fibre of his skin, every muscle and every nerve flared up. Crushing what was left off the ruby, Voldemort forced Sly’s mouth closed until he finished the chant.
Grinning, Voldemort stepped back, admiring his work. Sly’s skin seemed brighter and the smell of death had finally disappeared.
“Now that you’re alive again, I can finally kill you,” Voldemort smirked as he wiped his wand across, dropping Sly to the ground.
“Get up!” Voldemort glared at Sly as he groaned, stumbling to think straight, let alone stand. “You’ve been taught how to duel, I presume, yes? First, we bow to each other.” Voldemort bowed deeply as Sly stumbled to his feet. “Come on Harry, the niceties must be observed. Dumbledore would not want you to forget your manners now, would he? I said bow!”
Sly struggled against the imperious curse that forced him to do as Voldemort wished.
“That’s better. And now,” Voldemort flicked his wand, making a strangled scream escape Sly’s lips. He dropped to the ground, tears falling from his eyes. “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.”
Sly gasped, rolling to the side. Roger’s words echoed in his head. It wasn’t his time yet. ‘You’re too late.’
Voldemort chuckled. “I don’t think so.”
Hitting Sly with the curse, another strangled scream came out of his throat but he began moving anyway. ‘I said, you’re too late.’ Blasting out his magic, Sly threw everyone away. He turned away, running behind a statue. ‘You’re nothing like your younger self,’ was left in his wake, making Voldemort growl.
“Don’t 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!”
‘Strange. That’s what your younger self said.’ Voldemort scowled as Sly stepped out, taking a deep breath. ‘But if that’s what you want, have it your way.’
Voldemort flicked his wand, their magic crashing in the middle. Sly dug his feet in the ground, struggling against Voldemort’s magic. The death eaters stepped closer as Voldemort shouted at them. “No! Do nothing! He’s mine to finish! He’s mine!”
Flashing, the lights spilt out, floating next to Sly.
“Ha-Sly, when the connection is broken you must get to the portkey. We can delay it for a moment to give you time but only for a moment, do you understand?”
Sly stared, tears watering in his eyes. ‘Dad…’
“Do you understand, Sly?”
Sly nodded, biting his quivering lip.
“Sly, take my body back will you?” Cedric floated above Sly, staring at him solemnly. “Take my body back to my father.”
Sly nodded. ‘I will.’
“Let go. Sweetheart, you’re ready. Let go! Let go!”
Sly glanced at his mother one more time before pulling his wand away. The connection broke as Sly fell to the ground. The ghostly spirits floated around Voldemort as Sly rushed to Cedric’s side, holding out his hand. The cup flew over. The second it hit his palm, they were gone.
“No!”
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Death Parts Us
FanfictionWhen Sirius Black breaks out of prison, seeing his godson hanging around that rat, he does the most logical think that occured to him. He was going to break into Hogwarts and rip that stupid rat into a million pieces. He couldn't imagine a single t...
