The Other Potter

Meet you at the Graveyard

Elijah hit the ground hard, tumbling from the air and just skimming the side of a tombstone. Looking up at the night sky, his whole body aching from the fall, he listened for movement from the others, when none was forthcoming he sat up and looked around.

Hearing Harry groan a few feet away from him was all the encouragement he needed to pick himself up and move over to him.

"Are you ok?" He asked, helping Harry up, searching for Cedric, and finding him leaning against a broken tombstone.

"Fine." Harry grunted, looking around the graveyard, "Where are we?"

"Did either of you know it was a Portkey?" Cedric asked, getting up and making his way over to them.

"No, they didn't. Where are we?" Harry replied, standing close to Cedric.

Elijah walked off a little, looking around the area cautiously. They must have traveled far, considering the mountains that normally surrounded the castle were nowhere to be seen. He had a strange feeling he recognized this place, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Looking up at a particularly large, marble tombstone. His heart dropped as he read the name etched into the stone.

TOM RIDDLE

"Get back to the cup, now!" He ordered, sweeping a gaze around the graveyard to see if they were alone.

"What are you talking about?" Harry questioned, moving towards his brother, behind him Cedric withdrew his wand, ready for what may come.

"No, I mean it, Harry, back to the cup." He growled, pointing in the general direction that the cup had gone, though he hadn't seen it when they all landed.

There were a few quiet footsteps and rustling of someone moving through the graveyard, Elijah had to squint to make out the figure. Whoever they were, they were short, and wearing a hood that concealed their face. The way it was moving made it obvious that they were carrying something huddled in their arms. Was it a baby? A bundle of robes? Or a creature of some sort?

"Get to the cup," Elijah said quietly to the other two, staying where he was, feet planted firmly in place despite the increasing desire to try and make it to the cup himself.

The figure stopped beside the large headstone, close enough to Elijah that he could now feel his heart pounding against his chest. For a second all three boys stood staring at the figure, who appeared to be looking right back at them, but it was hard to be sure when they couldn't see their face.

Suddenly, Harry was doubled over, dropping his wand and his hand going straight to his scar. Elijah felt panic rise from deep inside of him. He knew his brother's scar only hurt when something to do with Voldemort arose, and here they were in the middle of a graveyard with Tom Riddle's name on a headstone and a weird hooded figure carrying something that was now moving within the robes it was carried.

"Kill the spare." A high-pitched voice called.

Without much time to react, Elijah watched as the hooded figure pulled out a wand, and with the words 'Abada Kedavra!" A blast of green shot through the air, and hit Cedric. The body landed with a loud thud beside Harry who was still bent over in agony.

He tightened his grip on his wand, wanting to retaliate, to protect his brother but this was it. This was the start of his promise. He had to act like he wanted to be one of them. Instead, he ran to his brother's side, gripping his shoulder.

"Listen to me, Harry." He whispered, his voice just loud enough for his brother to hear, slipping his brother's wand into Harry's back pocket. "The second you have a run at the cup, take it. Don't worry about me, I can handle myself. Just trust me."