Voltaic Falling

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Beatrice's eyes fluttered open. She was aware of what had happened. She embraced herself suddenly feeling cold. She backed up to a cement wall in fright. Finally, a man opened the door only to shove her forward to a clearing in the graveyard. 

There was an eerie feeling as the girl turned to look at her captor. Peter Pettigrew. His face twisted into a small mousy smile. 

"My lord will be proud, yes indeed". 

She wanted to reach and attack him. Her hand moved to the hem of her boot, where her wand was placed. She then moved to grab it and pointed it at a scared Peter Pettigrew.

The mangled man only managed to laugh, "Black, there is nothing you can do here, everything is ready. Crucio!"

She let out gut-wrenching screams. She felt hot knives embedded in her body and she could not breathe. The pain she felt was like none she had ever felt. She screamed and pleaded the man to stop the torture. She heaved, wanting to almost throw up because of the pain. 

Suddenly her arms beside her began to glow an electric blue, but she was quickly stupefied into a tombstone. 

"Wormtail. They are almost here. Be ready", an unfamiliar voice croaked.

 Her eyes landed on a bundle of dark sheets. Pale and bony hands were the first thing she noticed, but when the figure made a movement she momentarily stopped breathing. Red snake-like slits for eyes. Voldemort, or at least his destroyed form left from the Horcruxes. She wanted to scream and reach, but she was stuck to the place. 

She thrashed in the spot, wanting to move any limbs at her command, but she was stuck to the tombstone. She cried in frustration. Hot tears of anger and helplessness made their way down her cheeks. She would not be weak. She would not be afraid. 

Suddenly a bright light appeared at the end of the graveyard. She could see two figures topple from the trophy. One she recognized as Harry and the other sported a yellow quidditch shirt she immediately knew. Cedric. She wanted to stand up, slowly her legs gained strength as the boys noticed her. 

Harry's eyes widened at the bruised and battered form of her cousin "Cedric, get Beatrice and get out of here! I've been here before in a dream, we need to leave now!"

Cedric turned to the form of his girlfriend, running to examine her body. Her eyes widened as Harry clutched his head in pain and screamed. His screamed sent ripples of shiver into her body, holding on to Cedric tighter. 

"Cedric, we need to leave now! We need to get Harry! Hurry!", she managed to breathe out. 

Cedric tried to help her walk back to the trophy. He moved his arm around her shoulders to help her take weight from every dreaded step. He examined her figure for any more bruises. He was livid. He knew he could be harmed, but never Beatrice. 

He accepted the risk once Harry Potter had offered for them both to take the trophy. 

Merlin, every fiber in her body was sore due to the effects of the crucio curse, but she needed to make sure her cousin and her boyfriend made it out of this one alive. 

Harry screamed louder in pain as Wormtail approached a cauldron with a Voldemort in his hands. Beatrice's eyes widened in realization. The potion in the cauldron was being used to bring Voldemort back. She pointed her wand at Peter Pettigrew in a protective stance. 

"Who are you? What do you want? What did you do to Beatrice?", Cedric angrily neared the man. He wanted to reveal the man who had dared to hurt Beatrice. 

He was surprised to find her mangled form in the graveyard. He knew it. This was it. This was the end of the line for him. He gulped in fear as a voice croaked from Wormtail's arm.