Red Lion [2] // Harry Potter// Draco Malfoy

Lord Voldemort (Part 2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Lord Voldemort

The gravestones where all wonky, not one was straight or well looked after. On the ground, the Tri-wizard cup was left discarded.
Walking around Cedric and Harry looked confused, neither was sure if this part of the Tournament or not. Harry read the name on the stone, something clicked in his mind and he knew, there and then, this wasn't part of the task.

"The cup." Cedric let out an airy laugh," It's a port key."
Harry turned to the other boy, "We have to get back to the cup."
"What are you on about?"

From the underground crypt, Peter Pettigrew, the rat himself walked out with a bundle in his arms. As he approached, the fire beneath the cauldron lit up and Harry fell to his knees.
"Who are you?" Cedric yelled," What do you want?"

"Kill the spare." A snake-like voice hissed.

Dread filled my heart as the bundle's position changed, showing me his face. Pale skin, that was so pale you could see the veins running over its face, it had no nose but two slits that were similar to a snake.
Without saying the spell, the green light wrapped around Cedric's body like vines, falling to my knees beside him, he was already dead when he hit the ground. Tears ran down my face as I went to close his eyelids, however, my hand went straight through his body.

He died loyal. He died brave. He died innocent.

Wormtail used the imperious curse on Harry, pinning Harry to the gravestone; using the Grim reaper's scythe to keep him in place.
Securely trapped, the Rat dropped the bundle in the cauldron, the liquid inside turned beige and looked like melted candle wax.
"Bone of the father, unwillingly give." Peter Pettigrew sneered," Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed."

I screamed as he cut off his own hand; a large splashed followed as his hand followed the bone.

"Blood of the enemy." The Rat sneered, cutting into Harry's left arm," Forcibly taken."

The blade of the knife dripped with blood, counting each droplet; I looked on helpless, all those people who lost their lives the first time, all those people left injured and heartbreak. It all happened for no reason now.

"The Dark Lord shall rise again."

Harry's screams echoed as the cauldron bubbled and the fire melted the matte black metal. Engulfed in the fire, the cauldron melted into nothing leaving a ball of fire in the middle of the cemetery. In the middle was a figure that slowly grew until the fire went out leaving a curled up bony figure. His spine came out of his back as he pulled his head free from his torso
Around him, the black smoke that was the remanence of the cauldron floated elegantly over his skin till it formed a deathly black robe.
In fright, more tears rolled down my face as I looked into his eyes, they were not like a human's eyes they were yellow with a black line down the middle that formed the iris.

"Merlin help us," I muttered.

His movements where similar to a snake as he rolled his head on his neck, his attention was set on Peter Pettigrew. Holding out his skeletal hand, Wormtail gave him his infamous white yew wand.
He's back, the bringer of Death and Sorrow, Voldemort has returned.

"Hold out your arm." The Snake-man commanded.
Peter bowed down, "Thank you, Master, thank-"
"The other arm." Voldemort sneered at the cowering man in front of him.
Wormtail looked on the verge of tears as he held out his left arm, with the tip of the yew wand; Voldemort pressed it into the skin where the faint outline of the Dark Mark was on his skin.

As the thunder cracked, in the sky the Dark Mark was formed out of the grey clouds above us. From the mouth of the snake, several bursts of black smoke rained down. Voldemort stood in the middle of them as his inner circle materialised from the smoke. Dressed in black pointed robes, they all had thick skull masks covering their faces or part of their faces.

"Welcome my friends," Voldemort's Snake like voice echoed," thirteen years it's been and yet you stand before me as if it was yesterday. I confess I find myself – disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me – "

"Crabbe."
He fell to his knees.

"Goyle."
He too fell as his mask was pulled off.

"Avery."
Landing on his knees, he didn't look up from the grass.

"Macnair."
He looked everywhere but the Leader.

"Not even you," Voldemort sneered." Lucious."

Landing on one knee, Mr Malfoy looked up at the Dark Lord, a spark of fright in his eyes that lasted one second before disappearing again.
"My Lord," He started," If I had detected any signs or whispers of your whereabouts then I would've personally lead the hunt."
You-Know-Who stared at his follower," There was more than just whispers and more than enough signs."
"I have never renounced the old ways, passing those traditions through my family," Mr Malfoy stood up from his knees, ripping the hood from his head," The face I am obliged to wear each day since your, untimely disappearance; that is my true mask."

Taking a deep breath, I had to leave this place.
There were so many people I had to warn.
To my left, Cedric stared soullessly into the sky, his face was frozen as a stone statue as his once flush face was now starting to go white, making the red cuts and grazes on his skin more prominent.

I crouched behind one of the gravestones in case I accidentally moved my body rather than my mind, closing my eyes I imagined the Quidditch pitch and myself asleep using Seamus as a pillow.

Bolting up, my arms flung around as I pushed myself up.
"What were you dreaming about?" Seamus laughed," You almost hit me in the face twice."
I swallowed as I gathered my sense of gravity again," It was about Hadleigh stealing my cake, I was trying to hit her."
"Sound like you."

Hadleigh and Hermione looked at me when I couldn't look at them in the eye they knew.
"How bad?" Hadleigh asked.
"Think the worst Muggle disaster movie, then think passed it." I tried to explain without saying the name.
Hermione looked at me," What happened?"
"I'm sure you will all find out soon, but I will not say it out loud," I muttered letting out a shaky breath.
"Why?" Hadleigh asked.
"Because then it's real."

Loud cheers erupted as Harry appeared in the middle of the grassy area, laying on his back Cedric lay still as Harry cried over his body.
Fleur's screams broke the cheer as the turned to gasps. The Hogwarts band, stopping abruptly as the Ministry Officials ran forwards.
Whipping away the tears on my own face, I couldn't watch the scene in front of me but Harry's wails where enough.
"He's back!" Harry cried," He's Back."

Dumbledore looked at me and I could only nod.

"Merlin Celyn." Hadleigh gasped," he asked you to keep that to yourself?"
I nodded," To avoid mass panic, and who would believe us if we tried to warn anyone."

"That's my son!" Amos Diggory yelled out," That's my boy!"

Sharing in his grief, Cho cried into her friends' arms as Mr Diggory screamed into the air, next to him Mrs Diggory stroked the top of her son's head as she cried.
"Who did this!" She yelled," Who killed my son? Tell me!"

"Tell Dumbledore where I have gone," I spoke to no one in particular.
"And where are you going?" Ginny asked.
I looked at her," Moody's office."
"I am coming with you." Hadleigh spoke bravely," You have done enough this year by yourself."

Taking the stairs down to the bottom, we exited the Quidditch Pitch to the far-right meaning we had to run around the edge to get to the steps leading to the castle.

"Cels," Draco called, making us stop in our tracks as Draco caught up with us.
I looked behind me," Yeah?"
"I don't know what you are doing," He said, putting a hand on the side of my face," but, you be careful."
"I could say the same to you, right about now."
He looked to Hadleigh," D –"
"Don't worry, I got her." Hadleigh smirked," but we have to go."

Keeping to the shadows, we followed the Death Eater in disguise as he carried Harry out of the Quidditch Pitch.