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MATTHEO POV

It was dark and my back was hearting me. I tried to stand up when I saw Potter and Diggory on the floor. The trophy was far away from us.

"You okay?" Asked Diggory.

"Yeah I'm fine. And you Potter?"

"Yeah."

I walked to a stone. Something was written on it. It was my name. Riddle.

"Where are we?"

Potter looked scared and confused at the same time.

"I've been here before" he said

"It's a Portkey......"

I could hear Potter breathing faster.

"....Harry, Mattheo. The trophy is a Portkey!" Diggory replied

But Potter stopped him before he could continue his sentence.

"I've been here before. In my dreams."

I turned the head to the stone. Why did my name was written on it? I took a step forward and read it: Tom Riddle. Oh. Harry saw it too. He was right behind me.

"Cedric, Mattheo we have to go back to the cup! Now!"

"Why?"

"He's right Cedric. Come one!"

"What's wrong?"

As he said that, a little man went out of a room. It was Wormtail. I heard of him, Y/N talked about him all the time when she discovered what he did. Where the fuck was I? Potter started to touch his scar.

"What is it?" Cedric asked

"Get back to the cup now!"

Wormtail was holding a thing in his hand. It seemed alive but I couldn't identify what it was.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

Cedric was brave. Maybe too much.

"Kill the spare." Said the thing.

"Avada Kedavra!"

When Pettigrew casted the spell, Cedric went on the floor, his eyes were open.

"No! Cedric!"

When Potter said this, Wormtail lifted him into the air and he cried out in pain. He cried more because of the fear than the pain actually. All of a sudden, he was taken prisoner by a statue. He couldn't move.

"Potter! Wait!"

I was about to help him when I saw the house right behind the statue. It wasn't a statue. It was a grave. My grandfather's grave. And the house behind was his house. Or it used to be. Then Wormtail put the thing in a cauldron filled with a liquid. He took his wand and a bone came out for the ground.

"Bone of the father, unwilling given. ( the bone went in the cauldron) Flesh of the servant....(he took a knife)... willing me sacrificed."

He cut his hand. What could I do? I was on my grandfather's grave with a Death Eater in front of me doing think I didn't understand. I was only a child.

"...The blood of the Enemy......"

He cut Potter on the arm.

"....forcibly taken....."

Then he poured Potter's blood in the cauldron.

"....And the blood of the Son...."

He went closer to me.