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Chapter 20: The Dark Lord Returns

3rd person pov:

It was finally time for the final task, Harry was uneasy and looked into the crowd to see the people supporting him. Y/n was smiling lightly, she knew what was truly gonna happen, she was just waiting for her victory. "Students, earlier today Professor Moody placed the tri-wizards cup deep within the maze. Only he knows its exact position. Now as Mr. Diggory-" He was cut off by the crowd chewing a bit then continued, "Is first position he will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr. Potter, Mr. Krum, and Ms. Delacur. The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter, if at any point should a contestant wishes to withdraw from the task he or she need only to send up red sparks with their wands. Contestants gather round." Dumble talked to each contestant for a moment then he spoke again, "Prepare yourselves! On the count of three... ONE..."

The cannon went off early, Dumbledore looked to Filch before shaking his head and going to take a seat with the other teachers. Y/n smirked as Harry went off into the maze and it closed him in. "What now?" Draco questioned. "We wait," Y/n answered. "Potter gets the cup, Krum gets rid of the other two, he ends up in the graveyard, then... he dies. It's perfect." At it was, Potter raced through the maze trying not to get closed in by the walls, but one fault remains. He and Cedric touched the cup causing them both to appear in the graveyard. "Where are we?" Cedric questioned. "I know this place," Harry detected. "I saw this in a dream." "The cup... it's a portkey," Cedric spoke. "Harry, the cup is a portkey." Harry looked at the grave and read the name, he spoke, "Get to the cup." "Why? What's wrong?" Cedric questioned. "Get to the cup!" Harry shouted.

He groaned in pain, holding his scar, and fell to the ground. "Go!" Wormtail walked out then a voice was heard saying, "Kill the spare." "Avada Kedavra," Wormtail cast, hitting Cedric. "No! Cedric!" Harry shouted as he fell to the floor dead. Wormtail raised his wand, lifting Potter and trapping him in the statue. "Now," The voice hissed. Pettigrew dropped Voldemort into the cauldron and started adding the ingredients. "Bones of the father, unwillingly given... flesh of the servant willingly sacrificed," Wormtail spoke shakily then chopped off his hand and it went in the cauldron. He turned to Harry and spoke, "Blood of the enemy forcibly taken." He cut Harry, taking his blood, and put each drop in saying, "The dark lord... shall rise... again."

The water in the cauldron turned blood red then it started bubbling up then burst into flame, bringing the dark lord back. At the stadium, Y/n's bracelet started glowing brightly, making her smile. "It worked," She breathed out. "He's back." At the graveyard, Voldemort called his followers and took off each of their masks before he got to the last one. "Not even you, Lucius," Voldemort spoke, taking off his mask. He didn't drop down as the others did, he stayed up and spoke, "He wanted me to tell him of your progress. I had a new order." Harry noticed Voldemort's face change a bit then shifted, going up to Cedric. Harry snapped not to touch making Voldemort taunt him. He explained how he was not able to touch him, how Lily's love was protecting him till now.

"Now, let's test your strength," Voldemort insisted, letting Harry drop to the floor. "Pick up your wand, Potter. You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes? First, we bow to each other." Harry didn't then Voldemort spat, "I said, bow!" He used his magic to force Harry to bow then stopped. "Now, crucio," He cast causing Harry to drop to the floor in pain then stopped. Harry tried to fire at him, but he deflected it with ease, knocking him down. Voldemort went up to him and leaned over Potter and spoke, "I'm gonna kill you, Harry, I will destroy you. After tonight, no one will ever question my power again. After tonight, if they speak of you, they'll speak only of how you begged for death, and I, being a merciful lord, obliged. And it's all thanks to the Morningstars."

Harry furrowed his brows then got up and ran behind a statue and Voldemort spat, "Don't you run away from me, Potter! I want you to look at me when I kill you, Harry Potter! I want to see the light leave your eyes!" Harry clenched his fist and got out from behind the stone and spoke, "Have it your way then." Voldemort smirked, then cast, "Avada Kedavra!" "Expelliarmus!" Harry shot back, going into a bind with him. "Don't interfere, he's mine to finish!" Voldemort told his death eaters. The bind went on for a moment longer, until a blue field went around them. Lights spilled from Voldemort's wand, causing the spirits of the lost to appear, Cedric, the old man from Harry's dreams, and two that came to his side. His parents, him being a spitting image of his father and his mother with her hair of ember fire and eyes of emerald sheen. "Harry, we can hold him off for a moment, but only a moment. Do you understand?" His father instructed and Harry nodded.

"Harry, take my body back will you?" Cedric said. "Take my body back to my father." Harry agreed then his mother spoke, "Let go... sweetheart, you're ready. Let go, darling, let go!" Harry did so and rushed to the portkey and grabbed Cedric before appearing back at Hogwarts. He was sobbing over Cedric's body as the band played until Fluer screamed causing everything to stop. Y/n gave Draco a look then looked at the scene as Harry shouted, "He's back! Voldemort's back!" Everyone gasped, getting frightened then Harry added, "Cedric, he tried to fight him. I couldn't leave him, not there." "How did this happen?" Dumbledore questioned. "This wasn't supposed to happen," Y/n said quietly. She went through the crowd, walking out, the only person seeing her being Harry. She teleported to the graveyard, seeing the scene of what happened.

"How did you mess up!?" She snapped, approaching the scene. "How did you possibly mess up!? He was right there! Waiting for death, how did you not kill him!" "There was no way-" "You lie!" Y/n barked, her hair catching fire. "Tell me the truth!" He hesitated then Y/n looked at his group then spoke, "Perhaps you can tell me, Mr. Malfoy." "They were battling," Lucius answered. "He was going to kill him, but something happened. Images of the lost appeared and helped Potter." Y/n's expression dropped then turned to Riddle and spat, "How is that possible? How the hell did he bring back the dead?" "I don't know," Voldemort admitted. "But... you have to understand I thought I was going to kill him, so I let it slip that your family was helping me." Y/n clenched her fist and pinned him up against the wall in anger.

She was about to say something then decided against it and dropped him on the floor. She took a deep breath, cooling down a bit then spoke, "You're lucky, you're still of use, but your little minion isn't." Y/n took out a soul sphere and started squeezing it. Barty Jr. was just discovered by everyone when he started feeling off. When Y/n finally crushed it, turning it into the sand, Barty groaned in pain and fell to the floor, dead in front of everyone. She brushed off her hands then spoke, "Take that as a warning, you've had too many chances, next time, I won't be so kind." Y/n waved her hand and appeared in her room, she grabbed her lamp, throwing it across the room, and let out an angry scream. Talk about bittersweet.