SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

Priori Incantatem

John's mind and body quaked as he struggled to keep hold of the vision, and stay at Harry's side. His head felt as though it might cave in at any moment, and his chest was so tight that he struggled to breath, but he was determined to see it through, so someone would know what had happened to Harry; what had happened to Cedric.

Wormtail cut Harry free, and he leaned against the marble headstone. His leg was still injured, and shook underneath him as Wormtail shoved Harry's wand into his hand, before rejoining the circle of Death Eaters.

'You have been taught to duel, Harry Potter?' Voldemort said softly, his red eyes glinting through the darkness.

John's insides tied themselves in knots. How could Harry possibly duel Voldemort, when all he'd learned was the Disarming Charm, and the few spells that Dean had taught them in the last couple of months. He saw Harry slowly take in the Death Eaters surrounding him. He could see in Harry's eyes that he knew it was hopeless.

'We bow to each other, Harry,' said Voldemort, bending a little, but keeping his snake-like face upturned to Harry. 'Come, the niceties must be observed... Dumbledore would like you to show manners... bow to death, Harry...'

The Death Eaters laughed, but Harry didn't obey.

'I said bow,' Voldemort said, raising his wand and forcing Harry to bow, making the Death Eaters laugh harder than ever. 'Very good. And now you face me, like a man... straight backed and proud, the way your father died...'

'And now - we duel.'

Before Harry could do anything, he was hit again with the Cruciatus curse, sending both him and John into a fit of terrible screaming.

It was difficult, but John pulled himself out of it in time to watch Harry scrambled to his feet and stumble into the circle of Death Eaters. If John had had the energy, he might have been angry at them shoving Harry around, but as he was, he could barely hold on to the vision.

'A little break,' said Voldemort, 'a little pause... that hurt, didn't it, Harry? You don't want me to do that again, do you?'

Harry didn't answer.

'I asked you whether you want me to do that again? Answer me! Imperio!'

The pain was wiped away, but the dizzy sickness that John felt was almost as bad. He could see Harry's face twitching, fighting off Voldemort's spell.

'I WON'T!' Harry shouted, then slumped over slightly as the curse was removed.

'You won't?' said Voldemort quietly. 'Harry, obedience is a virtue I need to teach you before you die... perhaps another little dose of pain?'

Voldemort raised his wand, but Harry flung himself sideways, rolling behind the marble headstone of Voldemort's father. It cracked as Voldemort's curse hit it instead of Harry.

The Death Eaters closed in around them, the circle getting tighter and tighter.

'We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry,' Voldemort said coldly, and the Death Eaters laughed. 'You cannot hide from me. Does this mean you are tired of our duel? Does this mean you would prefer me to finish it now, Harry?' Voldemort walked slowly towards the grave, wand still raised.

'No,' said John, shaking his head in terror. 'Don't.' He knew Voldemort couldn't hear him. He knew he couldn't do anything about what was about to happen, but he couldn't stand by and do nothing either.

Don't waste your energy, he heard Sherlock whisper.

'But Harry...'

You can't help.