What Words Can Do (TOMARRY)

Year 4 ∆ Part 11

I don't know how to make this chapter serious, so prepare yourself for a chapter that's basically a joke. At least the first part of the chapter. About halfway down, then chapter starts getting better.

••••Cedric and Harry just reached the cemetery••••

"Where are we?" Cedric muttered, looking around. There were headstones all around. Harry was about to answer when a flash of green came out of no where, hitting Cedric.

Harry didn't have time to process because two people were dragging him somewhere. They took him to a stone pole. Something hit his face and he was knocked out.

When he woke back up, he was facing a bunch of death eaters. Voldemort was standing in front of them. Not too far away, Cedric's body was left for nothing.

"So, Harry Potter," Voldemort began, almost sounding confused. "I see you're dating my 16 year old self. Don't you think that's a little weird?"

Harry cocked his head, multiple thoughts running through his head. How was Voldemort here? With a body. Where was he?

"I mean, I can't really kill you, can I?" Voldemort asked, more to himself to Harry. "Because we're basically. . . dating. And from what I know of dating, you're not supposed to kill your significant other."

"Um, yeah, that would be kind of awkward," Harry shrugged.

"Uh, my Lord," the Lucius Malfoy's voice spoke up. "Don't you think it's rather odd that your past part loves Harry?"

"What?" Voldemort looked back. "I mean... I don't know. I have no feelings for this boy-"

"The feeling's mutual, Voldy," Harry cut him off.

"Maybe it's just a thing with him being my past and having feelings of his own," Voldemort shrugged. He turned back to Harry. "I guess I'll let you live for now. Don't have much of an option, do I?"

"No?" Harry asked, still unsure of what was happening. Voldemort sighed and muttered something.

Harry found himself standing in front of the school at the edge of the maze where he started. The cup was in his hand, the graveyard gone. Tom was the first to reach him, pulling him in for a hug.

"I didn't see what happened, but I saw that he got a body again. What did he do to you?" Tom asked quickly, letting his worry show.

"I'll tell you later," Harry assured, panic setting over him. Cedric was dead. Voldemort had a body now. How was he going to explain everything? Would anyone believe him? Probably not. Maybe it'll be best just to tell Tom. Not Dumbledore or any of the other professors, they won't understand.

Later on, Tom and Harry were laying in Harry's room. Tom had snuck up there because everyone else was partying. Harry was laying on Tom's chest with his arm wrapped around him.

"It was really awkward," Harry began explaining. "Voldemort didn't want to kill me because of you. I didn't know what to do. Cedric was laying dead not too far away. I didn't want to be in the tournament. I didn't want to see one of my friends being killed."

"I know, Harry.  I know," Tom whispered quietly, leaning down to kiss the top of Harry's head. "Why don't we relax and just talk. Summer is coming up and if you're willing to risk it, we can talk through the diary. How does that sound?"

Harry just nodded.

The two spent the next hour or two talking before the party downstairs was ending. Ron was the first one of the fourth years to reach the room.

"Bloody, Hell, Harry," Ron shook his head, "you need to have a heads up. You guys could have been fucking and I would have walked in on it."

"Well then knock," Harry joked. Ron rolled his eyes dramatically, going over to his bed.

Harry curled into Tom, slowly falling asleep.

Do y'all wanna hear a dream I once had. I don't remember if I've told you guys, but writing this chapter made me remember. So I'm gonna tell you guys this dream.

So it started with Harry and Cedric reaching the graveyard. But for some reason, Voldemort already had a body. But all the death eaters and Voldemort himself were wearing tutus.

Anyway, Harry and Cedric are transported to the graveyard, blah, blah, blah. So Voldemort looks at Cedric and says "Would you like to join our Cult of Ballerinas?" Cedric just shrugs and says, "Sure, why not."

All of a sudden, Cedric also has a tutu on. Voldemort just looks at Harry like he doesn't need him. So he says, "Okay, my death eaters, let's send Potter back to Hogwarts."

They put Harry in the middle of them and all of them - even Cedric - begin doing the ballet performance around Harry. Soon there's enough ballerina-power-stuff around Harry that it transports Harry back to Hogwarts.

When he's back at Hogwarts, Harry has to explain that the death eaters are actually just a Cult of Ballerinas and that Cedric joined them. Everyone just laughed at him saying that Voldemort would never make a Cult of Ballerinas.