Harry and Cedric hit the ground heavily, the cup rolling out of their hands. Harry quickly looked around. They were in a graveyard on a hill overlooking a small village. Behind them was the silhouette of an old manor with several outbuildings surrounding it. The names on the gravestones were pointed away from his line of sight, but one colossal marker drew his attention. Harry had a burning desire in his stomach to flee from this place. Nothing good could come from being here—wherever here was.
The scar on his forehead started to prickle. The pain was increasing with each second. He looked at Cedric with a pointed look, rubbing his scar absentmindedly.
"Hide," Harry whispered loudly.
Cedric nodded. He raised his wand, tapping his head. Cedric faded from view as he Disillusioned himself. Harry saw a vague movement as Cedric hid behind another one of the larger tombstones. The pain was starting to get intense as Harry hurried around the marker that had drawn his attention before.
Tom Riddle
Harry frowned. He knew exactly where they were. Harry looked up as he heard movement behind him. Two figures were making their way out of the shadows. One was levitating a large cauldron, the other holding what looked like a baby in a black blanket. The pain was searing as they came closer. Harry felt Ginny wrap him in a mental hug, alleviating most of the pain.
A flash of long blonde hair in the moonlight gave Harry the answer as to who was walking toward him so purposefully. Lucius Malfoy's face became visible seconds after to confirm his suspicions. Wormtail was the one carrying the baby. Harry very much doubted it was a baby the closer they got to him.
"Oh, look! Baby Voldy's come out to play!" Harry taunted, before sending hexes and spells at them.
The two men shielded themselves and separated quickly. They moved in different directions. Harry couldn't dodge, nor could he raise a shield fast enough to avoid the two stunners that were angrily thrown his way.
The world went black.
Sirius and Remus ran back to where Ginny and Bill were standing, waiting with Arthur. Tonks hurried over from the other direction with Dumbledore on her heels.
"The cup was a portkey!" growled Sirius as he speared the old man with a glare. "You have more Death Eaters here than you thought. Minerva is looking for them now."
"Very well," Dumbledore frowned but nodded. "Where is Harry?"
"He and Cedric got pulled to Little Hangleton," Sirius spat.
Dumbledore paled. Remus looked ready to let the wolf out on the old man. Ginny was standing in silent rage. The others looked confused.
"Later," Remus told Tonks. She nodded in understanding.
Dumbledore pulled a length of rope out of his robes, tapping it with his wand. It glowed blue for a few seconds before handing one end to Arthur. He turned to Ginny. Sirius knew he was about to make a very big mistake.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Potter, but I don't think it wise..."
"You just try and stop me, old man! That's my husband out there!" Ginny glared as she pointed a finger at Dumbledore. Sparks were flying around her; a breeze was flitting her hair in all directions. Sirius and Remus had to fight themselves not to snicker as Dumbledore paled further, taking a step back from the fiery redhead.
"V-Very well," he agreed weakly. Sirius suppressed a smile. He knew that there was nothing anyone could do to keep Ginny from coming. Any sane person would not even try to tell her otherwise. Bill looked at his sister with a look of great appreciation that her anger was not pointed at him.
