Prophecy: Resurrection

Death Eaters

Harry stared at the man in front of him. Lord Voldemort has risen once again. The man that had made his life miserable was only a couple of feet away from where he was tied up against.

"Harry Potter, we meet again."

   "You. . ." Harry couldn't believe he was in front of the Dark Lord. He wasn't afraid, he was just shocked to be the witness at seeing Cedric being murdered and seeing the Dark Lord be resurrected. 

Voldemort began to laugh, stopping to examine his body.

Wormtail was in the ground crying, holding his arm.

"Wormtail. . ."

Wormtail looked up at his master.

"Give me your arm."

"Oh thank you, master, thank you. . ."

"The other arm."

"Master, please. . . please." Wormtail walked towards Voldemort. Voldemort forced the sleeve of Wormtail's robes to roll up. Harry saw upon the skin, it was a tattoo. A skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. Voldemort examined it, ignoring the weeping of Wormtail.

   "It's back," He said softly, "they will all have noticed it . . . and now, we shall see . . . now we shall know."

    He pressed his long white forefinger to the tattoo on Wormtail's arm. Harry's scar began to piece with pain.
    He paced up and down, staring  at Harry with a lunatic smile.

"You stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father," he said softly, "a Muggle and a fool. . . just like your dear 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."

   Voldemort laughed again. He paced, looking all around him, the snake continued to circle in the grass.

"My mother, a witch who lived here in this village, fell in love with him. He abandoned her when she told him what she was. He didn't like magic, my father. . . he left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born, and 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. . ."

"Listen to me, reliving family history. . ." he said quietly, "why I'm growing quite sentimental. . . but look, Harry! My true family returns!"

   The air was suddenly full of the swishing cloaks, wizards were Apparating and all of them were hooded and masked. One by one they moved forward.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort quietly. "Thirteen years, its been thirteen years since we last met. Yet you answer to my call as though it were yesterday. . . we are all still united under the Dark Mark, then? Or are we?"

"I smell guilt," he said. "There is a stench of guilt upon the air!"

Each Death Eater felt a shiver but dared not to step back from their master.

"I ask myself. . . why did this bunch of wizards never come to the aid of their master to whom they swore eternal loyalty? and I answered myself, they must have believed me broken, thought I was gone. Yet again I ask myself, how could they not believe I would rise again?"

    Everyone remained quiet and still, not daring to make any type of move.

"I answer myself again, perhaps they believed a still greater power could exist, one that would vanquish even Lord Voldemort. . . perhaps that champion of commoners, of Mudbloods and Muggles. Albus Dumbledore?"

   At the mention of Dumbledore's name, Death Eaters stirred and shook their heads. However, Voldemort ignored them.

"I'm left disappointed. . . truly disappointed."

Voldemort turned his full attention to
Wormtail who was still sobbing.

"You returned out of fear, not for your loyalty. You deserve this pain, you know that, Wormtail?"

Wormtail continued sobbing but nodded, "yes, master. . . please."

"Worthless and traitorous as you are, you still helped me return to my body. Lord Voldemort rewards his helpers. . ."

    With a whirl of his wand, a molten silver hung shining, it formed a replica of a human hand, which soared downward and fixed itself upon Wormtail's bleeding wrist.

"Master. . . it is beautiful . . . thank you my lord, thank you."

Voldemort trained his eyes on Harry. "That spell your mom left behind has been broken."
He walked towards Harry, wand on his hand. "Crucio!"

  It was pain beyond anything Harry had ever experienced; his bones felt like they were on fire, his head was splitting along his scar. Everything was ringing and all he could hear was the laughter of all the Death Eaters.

"Untie him, Wormtail, and give him his wand back."

Wormtail approached Harry and untied him, and threw his wand besides him.

"You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter?" said Voldemort, red eyes glinting in the darkness.

    Voldemort raised his wand, but Harry , with his Quidditch reflexes, flung himself sideways into the ground.

"We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry." said Voldemort as he drew nearer, as the Death Eaters laughed.

"Come out, Harry. Come out and play. . . and it might just be quick and painless. . . I wouldn't know. . . I have never died. . ."

Harry crouched behind the headstone and knew the end was gonna come. He had no chance in winning against him. He was not going to die crouching like a little kid playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling over Voldemort's feet. He was going to die trying to save himself.

Before Voldemort reached the headstone, Harry stood up, gripping his wand.

As Harry shouted, "Expelliarmus!" Voldemort yelled out, "Avada Kedavra!"