A wind rises in a howl and Cayden squints, everything becoming a blur, until he and Cedric land heavily in a misty graveyard. The Cup flies free, skittering over the chill ground as the sky rotates slowly to a stop.
Cayden peers through the mist. Sees a distant hill. An old manor. A Gardener's Cottage.
"It's a Portkey. The Cup is a--" Cedric starts to say but was cut off by Cayden.
"I've been here... in a dream. I've been here..." Cayden said, looking at Cedric who heard him clear and turns Cayden's ring and becomes invisible.
Several yards away, a large stone cauldron sputters. Cayden starts to approach it but stops at the headstone, the name engraved: Tom Riddle.
Cayden stops cold as he drops to his knees, groaning from the pain, clutching his right arm in agony. He looks forward to the figure, slump-shouldered and clutching an oily bundle, approaching through the tombstones.
The figure emerges from the mist. It's Wormtail. The bundle stirs in his arms. Wormtail jerks Cayden off his knees and tosses him against the statuary fronting Tom Riddle's headstone.
Stone hands hold over Cayden's arms, imprisoning him as the cauldron crackles hungrily.
Wormtail hesitates, the bundle in his arm twitching again.
"Do it. Now." A voice said.
The swaddling falls away and something pale and misshapen drops heavily into the roiling potion. Wormtail raises his trembling wand.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given..." Wormtail said.
The earth below Cayden ruptures, dust drifting through his fingers like smoke as it trails into the cauldron.
"Flesh of the servant, w-willingly sacrificed..." Wormtail extends his right hand, raises the dagger in his left and-- Cayden shuts his eyes. CHOP!-- a sickening splash poisons the air. Wormtail shrieks. "B-blood of the enemy..."
Cayden's eyes snap open as Wormtail sways over him, face creased in pain, dagger trembling in his fingers. Cayden struggles frantically, but he's trapped. The dagger pierces the flesh of Cayden's right forearm. Blood flowing onto the blade.
"Forcibly taken..." Wormtail tips the blade over the smoking cauldron.
Cayden watches in horror as a droplet of his blood rolls thickly down the blade, falling into the cauldron.
"The Dark Lord shall rise again!" Wormtail yelled out.
The cauldron rages. The sky goes white. Wind howls. Tendrils of smoke, black as ink, rise from the cauldron. A shadow emerges-- as if made of smoke itself-- then transforms, smoke turning to skin.
Cayden stares in disbelief at the sight of Voldemort.
Voldemort studies his hands-- flesh, blood and bone-- with feral delight. Exultant. "My wand, Wormtail."
Wormtail shuffles forward, handing Voldemort a gleaming wand.
"Hold out your arm." Voldemort said.
Wormtail whimpers gratefully, lifting his bleeding stump. "Oh, master, thank you, master--"
"The other arm, Wormtail." Voldemort said.
Wormtail's smile withers. Grimly, he obliges. A skull glows on the pale flesh of his firearm, a serpent protruding from its mouth.
Voldemort grins, reaches out and touches it.
At once, a howling wind tosses the trees. The air sizzles with the snap of cloaks. Then, one by one. Dark-clad wizards apparate into view, encircling Voldemort.
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Hufflepuff boy - Cedric Diggory x male oc x Viktor Krum
Fanfiction{Spanish translation: bbamorebxl} Cayden Potter, Harry Potter's twin brother, is the complete opposite of Harry in every way. For starters, Severus Snape is his godfather, and he has a knack for creating spells at will. Unlike Harry, the Dark Lord h...
