The Lost Twin (Fred Weasley)

Chapter 27: Graveyard

Cassiopeia's POV
I looked around, wherever we were, it wasn't Hogwarts. We were standing in a very dark, very creepy graveyard. A nervous, sick, feeling formed in the pit of my stomach.

"Where are we?" Harry, who had fallen asked.
Cedric and I both shook our heads. It was clear that none of us had known about this. Cedric and I pulled Harry to his feet.

"Did anyone tell you the Cup was a portkey?" Cedric asked.

"Nope" Harry and both said. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"

"I dunno, Wands out do you reckon?" Cedric asked.

Harry and I nodded, the three of us pulling our wands out quickly.

"Someone's coming" Harry said. I looked around, there was indeed someone coming towards us. I couldn't see his face, but he was short and looked like he was carrying something.

"Who is that?" I whispered. Cedric and Harry just shook their heads.

The figure stopped near a headstone, and without warning, my scar burned, worse then it ever had. Harry and I both fell to the ground. I couldn't think straight, the pain was horrible.

"Kill the spare" a high voice said.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"No!" I screamed as there was a flash of green light and Cedric fell to the ground. His eyes were blank, and I could feel tears stinging my eyes.

The next thing I knew, the man was pulling us to our feet. He dragged us to the headstone, Tom Riddle. The man tied us from neck to the ankle to the headstone, I could barely move.

"You!" Harry suddenly growled. The man said nothing, I didn't know who this man was. He gagged us once he was sure we couldn't move. Whatever was in that bundle, was stirring, like it was waiting.

Trying to ignore the snake slithering at my feet, I watched the man drag a cauldron that appeared to be full of water, to the foot of the grave. He lit a fire beneath the cauldron. The fire and the potion were both crackling.

"Harry! Adrianna!" The high voice said.

"It is ready master."

"Now..."

The man pulled open the robes, and Harry and I both let out muffled screams. The thing was the shape of the child. But it couldn't be a child, it was red and black. I fought the urge to throw up. The look of disgust on the mans face was readable from where we were tied to the headstone as he carried the creature over to the cauldron. My scar had never hurt worse than this.

"Bone of the father unwillingly given, you will renew your son!" The man said. The surface of the grave cracked, and dust rose into the cauldron.

"Flesh of the servant willingly given- you will revive your master" the mans voice shook with fear. I looked away before I could see what the man was about to do. I heard him gasping with misery.

I opened my eyes to see him right in front of us. "B-blood of the enemy... forcibly taken.. you will resurrect your foe." He took the dagger, and cut Harry's arm, collecting the blood in a vial. Then the man forced my arm out, and cut my forearm, collecting my blood in the vial.
I felt helpless, I couldn't do anything to help me or Harry. There were still tears running down my cheeks as I glanced at where Cedric laid, lifeless.

The man dropped out blood into the cauldron. I prayed that whatever it had been, was dead. But a surge of panic washed over me as I saw a tall thin, man standing in the smoke.

"Robe me" a voice said. The man put the robes over his masters head. Then, the tall, thin person stepped out of the Cauldron, staring at me and my brother.