Unfinished Gems

Soul Brothers - 4

Harry stared at the maze with distrust. He had the highest point margin of all four champions, which was saying something. It didn't hurt that he had been going through this nonsense for years already.

So he knew with certainty that this was going to be bad. Horribly, painfully, depressingly bad.

His feelings about the matter proved true as he encountered almost no resistance in reaching the center. Aside from the Acromantula, Hagrid's new pet project (a horrifying creature he called blast-ended skrewts) and some weird mist than turned him upside down for a moment, he faced nothing life threatening.

Which told him that A, he was going to have to deal with Voldemort at the very least, and B, somehow the idiot was going to manage to manifest a physical body.

So he really wasn't looking forward to this.

Much to his shock, Cedric joined him at the end.

"So who takes the goblet?"

"I'll take the stupid thing, you tell Dumbledore that he is a total ass for not placing proper wards around the stupid cup," said Harry promptly.

Cedric stared at him.

"For the past four bloody years, I have had to deal with some nonsense or other because he doesn't think. And frankly, I don't want your death on my conscience. Either way, I am making sure Hufflepuff wins the cup this year."

Cedric nodded surprised.

"Thanks for that by the way."

"I'm not returning to Hogwarts next year. Dumbledore can kiss my ass," said Harry, taking firm hold of the cup.

Sure enough, he was whisked away by the hidden portkey. Cedric stared in disbelief.

"I cant wait to see how he explains this..." he muttered.

~

Ten seconds after landing, he was stunned and bound to an angel statue. By Pettigrew of all people.

He was amused and annoyed.

"You do realize I own an owl who loves to eat rats, don't you?" he said bored.

An hour after being sent to a graveyard, and Harry watched in boredom as Pettigrew attempted to resurrect Voldemort. He did raise an eyebrow when the idiot cut off his own hand though. When the rat came at him with a knife for the final ingredient, he smirked cruelly.

"Cheshire! Attack!"

A black blur with a white tipped tail struck the traitor. Peter screamed in pain as he fell toward the cauldron.

Somehow, Peter managed to scratch Harry with the blade before he fell on the cauldron.

Harry watched in horror as the blood landed right in the mixture.

Voldemort had returned. Cheshire took his cue and jumped back into Harry's arms.

~

Voldemort stalked to the annoying pest. The cat had proved to be an unexpected hinderance.

The moment he touched the boy, he screamed. He smirked.

The precious blood wards wouldn't prove an issue. Now that he had the brat's blood in him, they were a moot point. He went to Pettigrew and forced the rat to hold out his uninjured arm. Soon enough his minions started arriving. He prepared his spiel about how the Potter brat no longer stood a chance.

He was very annoyed that the boy looked rather bored with him. Finally, the brat spoke.

"Really, Moldy-shorts, you had these idiots at your beck and call, and you chose the traitorous rat to brew your potion? And now look at you! You look more like a horror movie reject than a proper Dark Lord out for revenge! Seriously, why did you go with the glowing red eyes?"