Second Chance || Harry Potter x Reader

₊˚.༄ | Graveyard of Secrets

Harry's POV
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The world spun around me as I landed with a thud on cold, damp ground. My vision swam, but I could make out Cedric landing beside me. The Triwizard Cup had been a Portkey, and it had brought us to... a graveyard.

My heart pounded as I took in the eerie scene. Ancient gravestones jutted from the earth, and ominous statues cast long shadows under the moonlight. The air was thick with the scent of decay and something else—something dark and dangerous. I had been here before, in my nightmares.

"Where are we?" Cedric asked, his voice shaky. He had his wand out, and I could see the tension in his every muscle.

"I've seen this place," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "In my dreams."

Before Cedric could respond, a cloaked figure emerged from the darkness, moving towards us with unsettling grace. Cedric's grip tightened on his wand.

"Stupefy!" he shouted, but the figure was faster. A flash of green light erupted from the figure's wand, and Cedric crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

"Cedric!" I screamed, my heart shattering. Anger and grief surged through me as I raised my wand, ready to fight. But before I could cast a spell, I was forced back, stumbling against a large statue. Its cold stone hands gripped me, lifting me off the ground and holding me tight.

The cloaked figure stepped closer, and I could finally see his face. Peter Pettigrew, the man who had betrayed my parents.

"Hello, Harry," he sneered, his rat-like features twisted into a sinister grin. "Welcome to the end."

"What do you want?" I spat, struggling against the statue's grip. "Why bring us here? Why kill Cedric?"

"All in good time," Pettigrew said, his voice dripping with malice. "But first, let's have a little chat."

Fear and rage battled within me as I glared at him. "I have nothing to say to you."

"Ah, but I have much to say to you," he replied, stepping closer. "You see, Harry, there are secrets you do not know. Secrets about yourself, about your friends, and about that girl, Y/N."

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name. "What do you know about Y/N?"

"More than you could imagine," he said, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. "She's not just an ordinary student. She's been marked by the Dark Lord, bound to him by an unbreakable vow."

"No," I whispered, my mind reeling. "You're lying."

"Am I?" Pettigrew laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the graveyard. "Think about it, Harry. Why does she always keep to herself? Why does she never talk about her family? She's been forced into the service of the Dark Lord since she was a child."

I remembered Y/N's cryptic words, her distant looks, the shadows in her eyes. It all started to make a horrible kind of sense. "And why should I believe you?" I asked, my voice trembling with anger.

"Because I have no reason to lie," he said simply. "And because you deserve to know the truth."

"Tell me, then," I demanded. "Tell me everything."

"Y/N's parents were desperate for magic, desperate enough to make a deal with Voldemort. In exchange for their power, they gave up their daughter. She's been under his control ever since, activated by Nagini when he needs her to do his bidding."

I felt sick to my stomach. "She didn't choose this."

"No," Pettigrew agreed. "But she's dangerous, Harry. She's done things, terrible things. And one day, she might be forced to do them to you."