What is right and what is easy (Book 1) [A Draco Malfoy Love Story]

Flesh, blood and bone

I felt my feet slam to the ground; my hand let go of the cup at last. I raised my head.

"Where are we?" Harry said.

Cedric and I shook our heads and looked around. We had left Hogwarts completely; we had obviously travelled miles - perhaps hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. We were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to our right. A hill rose above us to our right. I could just make our the outline of a fine old house on the hillside.

Cedric looked down at the Triwizard cup and then up at us.

"Did anyone tell you two the cup was a portkey?" He asked.

"Nope" we said in unison. I looked around the graveyard. It was completely silent and slightly eerie "is this supposed to be part of the task?"

"I dunno" said Cedric "wands out, d'you reckon?"

I nodded, glad Cedric had suggested it. We pulled out our wands. I kept looking around me. I had the strange feeling we were being watched.

"Someone's coming" Harry said suddenly.

Squinting tensely through the darkness, we watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily towards us between the graves. I couldn't make put a face; but from the way it was walking, and holding its arms, I could tell that it was carrying something. Who ever they were, they were short, and wearing a hooded Cloak pulled up over their head to obscure their face. And -several paces nearer, the space between us closing all the time - I saw the thing in the persons arms, it looked like a baby... Or was it merely just a bundle of robes?

I lowered my wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric and Harry. Cedric shot me a quizzical look. They both turned to watch the approaching figure. It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from us. For a second, Harry, Cedric, the short figure and I simply looked at each other.

And then, without warning, mine and Harry's scars exploded with pain. It was agony such as I had never felt in all my life; my wand slipped from my fingers as I put my hands over my face; my knees buckled; I was on the ground and I could see Harry doubling over in pain.

Far away above my head, I heard a high, cold voice say,

"Kill the spare"

A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched to the night: "Avada Kedavra!"

Blast of green light blazed through my eyelids, and I heard something heavy fall to the ground beside me; the pain in my scar reached such a pitch that I retched, and then it diminished; terrified of what I was about to see, I opened my stinging eyes.

Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the grounds beside Harry and I.

He was dead.

For a second that contained an eternity, I stared into Cedric's face, at his open grey eyes, blank and expressionless as the windows of a deserted house, at his half-open mouth, which looked slightly surprised. And then, before my mind had accepted what I was seeing, before I could feel anything but numb disbelief, I felt myself being pulled to my feet.

The short man I'm the cloak had put down his bundle, lit his wand, and was dragging Harry and I towards the marble headstone. I saw a name upon it flickering in the wand-light before Harry was forced around and slammed against it.

"TOM RIDDLE"

The cloaked man was now conjuring tight cord around Harry, tying him from neck to ankles to the headstone. I stood there, wand-less and hopeless, watching. I could hear shallow, fast breathing from the hooded man. My brother struggled and the man hit him- hit him with a hand with a finger missing. Harry and I realised who was under the hood. It was wormtail.