Heart of Gold

Voldemort is back

~Harry's POV~
(That's a first huh?)

We watched in shock as Voldemort looked himself over

I glanced at Tessa and saw that her eyes were wide with terror. I attempted to move a little and just barely linked my pinkie with hers, attempting to reassure her.

She glanced at me

"My wand Wormtail.." Voldemort's cold voice said

Wormtail nodded and handed him a wand.

"My Lord... My Lord you did promise.." Wormtail whimpered, clutching his stump of an arm

"Hold out your arm" Voldemort said lazily

"Thank you My Lord.." He held out his stump

Voldemort chuckled. "Your other arm"

"Master... Please.." Wormtail whimpered

Voldemort grabbed Wormtail's other arm and pushed up the sleeve. On Wormtail's forearm was a red tattoo of a snake coming out a of a skull's head. Beside me, Tessa gasped softly.

It was the Dark Mark

Voldemort pressed a long pale finger on the Dark Mark. The Mark turned black.

"After all these years.." Voldemort said softly, looking around, "how many will be brave enough to return when they feel it? How many with be foolish enough to stay away?"

He then turned to us.

"Ah. I almost forgot about our guests" he said, a smirk coming to his face, "You, Harry and Tessa Potter, are standing on the grave of my father. A muggle and a fool, just like your mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child... And I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself, in death"

He laughed again.

He paced in front of us, looking us in the eyes as he went. The snake circled the grass. I felt Tessa unlink her pinky with mine. She was shaking slightly, I assumed it from fear. Or sadness. I glanced at her and saw her eyes looking toward Cedric's body, which laid within our vision. This confirmed my thoughts

"You see that house upon the hillside Potters?" Voldemort asked, bringing both of our attention back to him, "my father lived there. My mother, a witch who lived here in this village, fell in love with him. But he abandoned her when she told him what she was... He didn't like magic, my father..." He scowled slightly

"He left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born. She died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage. But I vowed to find him. I revenged myself upon him. That fool who gave me his name. Tom Riddle" he continued

He paced still, his red eyes looking from grave to grave.

"Listen to me, reliving my family history" he said softly, "why, I am growing quite sentimental... But look! My true family returns.."

Then the air was filled with streams of black smoke and swishing capes.

One by one, between the graves, people wearing hoods and masks were Apparating.

Voldemort smiled smugly

Each of the Death Eaters slowly walked forward and knelt down and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes

"Welcome Death Eaters!" He said happily, "Thirteen years... Thirteen years since we've last met. Yet you answer my call as though it was just yesterday. We are still united under the Dark Mark... Or are we?"