Letters of the past. Story of the present. (Remus Lupin)

Prologue

Rosalie let out a strained groaned when her body collided with the floor, an instant pain to her chest and stomach. She took a few heavy breaths, her hands sliding through the small blades of grass and finding their way to her side.

Her eyebrows pulled together when she looked up. Last she remembered she was running through the maze as Noire, but now, she was in a graveyard blanketed by a coat of mist. She pushed herself to her feet, her hands wiping down on her top as she continued glancing around.

"Are you okay?" she called when she spotted Harry a few meters in front of her.

"Yeah, I think, you?" he leaned onto a statue of balance.

"I've been better..." she muttered to herself, scanning the area for anyone else. "Where are we?"

"I don't know," Harry answered. "Cedric and I grabbed the cup and teleported here. How are you here?"

"No idea..."  Her hand instinctively hovered over where her wand was. She spotted Cedric to her left. "Cedric, are you okay?" He was also getting to his feet, and his facial expression showed he too was unsure of where they were.

"I'm fine," he replied as he aimlessly walked around. Rosalie's eyebrows scrunched together as here eyes scanned the area. Tombstones surrounded them, a crow perched on one and a small beat-up house stood not far in the distance. She watched as the crow cawed and flew away, something in her stomach told her it was not right. She brought her wand out and held it tightly.

"I've been here before, in a dream," Harry said. Rosalie's concern heightened - that was not a good sign.

"We need to get out of here." She spoke matter of factly.

"The cup is a portkey," Cedric laughed as he crouched beside the cup. "Harry, its a portkey!"

"You both grabbed it?" Rosalie asked. They nodded. "Then how the hell am I here, why am I here?" She stayed still as she watched Harry approach a tombstone, her legs became rigid as she read the name inscribed into it.

Tom Riddle

"We need to go, now!" Her voice was stern. "Get to the cup, both of you!"

Neither had a chance to reply as door creak grabbed their attention. Rosalie did not want to look, but her body had a will of its own. In the darkness where the battered house stood, a light appeared, and a plump man walked out with something in his hand. Her fingers squeezed her wand tighter; she recognized the man who walked towards them, it was Peter Pettigrew, the man who betrayed her family. Before she could act, Harry cried in pain as his hand shot to his forehead and fire lit under a cauldron.

"Harry," she ran to his side and grabbed onto his free arm. She kept her eyes on the man who approached. More than anything she wanted to attack, to capture him so her father could finally be free, but she was smarter than that. The whole year she could feel an evil, everything that happened to them both that year was for a reason, and now she knew why. That thing Peter was carrying in his arm, she an inkling to what it was, but she was not eager to find out. "Come on! We need to go!"

Cedric stood beside the two with his wand towards Peter. "Who are you? What do you want?" He asked.

"Cedric get back to the cup!" Rosalie told him as she failed to help Harry to his feet.

"Kill the spare," a fell voice spoke, her eyes widened.

"No-"

"Avada Kedavra!" A green light shot from Peter's wand and hit Cedric's chest, sending him to the floor in an instant.