Ella ○ Harry Potter

Forty Nine: The Dark Lord

why so many updates?

because i'm post my big exam

also why?

because i am gonna be writing my original book and read the dozen of books waiting for me before another dozen gets here, so i'm not gonna be on wattpad so much the rest of the week

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When the world was no longer spinning around her, Ella staggered to her feet and walked a few steps away from the two to throw up again.

When she raised her glance, her stomach turned again; this time, from nerves.

They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles — perhaps hundreds of miles — for even themountains surrounding the castle were gone.

 They were standinginstead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of asmall church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right, and shemade sure that the ground she threw up on wasn't a grave.

 Ahill rose above them to their left. She could just make out theoutline of a fine old house on the hillside.Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry. 

"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.

"Nope," said Harry. He was looking around the graveyard. Itwas completely silent and slightly eerie, and Ella's previous words didn't make them feel better.  "Is this supposed to be partof the task?" he asked hopefully. 

"I dunno," said Cedric. He sounded slightly nervous. "Wandsout, d'you reckon? Ella, come stand by me," Cedric grabbed her hand, and pulled her so she would stand behind him, protected.

"Someone's coming," he said suddenly.

 Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figuredrawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves.  She couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walkingand holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something.Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulledup over his head to obscure his face. And — several paces nearer,the gap between them closing all the time — she saw that thething in the person's arms looked like a baby... or was it merely abundle of robes?

 Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric.Cedric shot him a quizzical look. They both turned back to watchthe approaching figure, and Ella felt a whimper escaping her lips.

"There's a reason I'm not a Gryffindor."

The figure stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feetfrom them.

 For a second, the trio and the short figuresimply looked at one another.And then, without warning, Harry doubled over; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his headwas about to split open. 

"Kill the spare." a cold voice said, and Ella's blood ran cold.

Harry was never the spare. She didn't believe she was the spare. It left only one.

"NO!"

 "Stop," spoke again the cold voice. "Our dear girl doesn't wish for it to happen. Stop them."

The small man who carried the bundle spoke up, "stupefy!" Cedric fell to the ground, only his eyes looking around in panic. Ella's hand was clutched in his and she fell with him, attempting to free the grasp. 

"Ced? Ced," she spoke softly. "We're gonna be fine, okay? We'll be fine."

The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lit hiswand, and was dragging Harry toward the marble headstone. The cloaked man conjured tight cords around Harry,tying him from neck to ankles to the headstone (Ella could make out the name Riddle on the tombstone), and she could make out the shape of his face.