"Cedric! We have to get back to the cup. Now!" I heard my brother's voice in the distance as my hands stayed chained together. I woke up in an unfamiliar room. It was cold and dark besides a torch. Peter Pettigrew was here, however. He held something wrapped in a cloak. My eyes couldn't catch a glimpse of what it was. I knew it was evil. My mind and vision were still in disarray, but whatever this was, it wasn't good.
Pettigrew left out the room just as I heard my brother in agony. I struggled to get free to help even if I was wandless, Harry needed me. I brought myself to my feet and ran out of the room and saw Cedric and Harry. My brother was on his knees holding his head as Cedric took a battle stance.
Fog covered the graveyard that sent a chill down my spine. I could feel the coldness of death in the air. My eyes shifted between Harry and Cedric, I didn't know what to do. My body felt frozen.
"Who are you? What do you want? Let her go!" Cedric yelled with his wand ready for the attack.
I heard a raspy voice from the cloak that Pettigrew held with a command, "Kill the spare."
"Avada Kedavra!" Pettigrew casted the forbidden curse at Diggory with no time to react. Cedric was thrown in the air...he was gone.
I screamed from the forbidden spell killing our friend. It happened so fast, no one could've countered it in time.
"Cedric!" Harry yelled in despair as Pettigrew approached. I ran around the cauldron to try and protect my brother.
"Depluso!" Pettigrew pushed me back with a spell into a grave. My back struck the stone corner as I yelped in pain. I wrapped my arm around my body and rolled forward in response to the sharp soreness.
"Y/N!" Harry yelled, but he was lifted off the ground into the scythe of the angel statue above him. We was trapped. We were trapped. Harry struggled against the stone, but it was no use.
"Do it! Now!" The misshapen lumped yelled to Pettigrew. Under the command, it was dumped into the cauldron. It was an unsightly thing to see as Peter started his own spell. It was one I had never heard or read in potions, but it was dark.
Wormtail cut his own hand off for this dark spell. I looked away as I almost lost my stomach.
"And blood of the enemy..." Wormtail approached Harry with his knife as he cut his sleeve and slashed Potter, "Forcibly taken."
I tried to muster the strength to fight back, but the wind was knocked out of me from before. I gripped my side in pain.
"The Dark Lord shall rise...again." Pettigrew spoke as he dropped the blood into the bubbling cauldron.
Harry screamed and pain once more as smoke began to rise to catch fire before us. I could feel the heat and dark energy from my distance. A mass emerged from the flames surrounding my black smoke. It was as if he was being born again till he became his final form.
My eyes widened as it felt like my heart stopped. The unspeakable had been done, and pure darkness had been brought back into the world as the Dark Lord reclaimed his wand from Wormtail. Thunder rumbled overhead as they made their exchange. The black skull from the World Cup had formed once again. Black masses of smoke and smog emerged from the sky in response to the Dark Lord's call. The same cloaked figure with human skulls for masks appeared. the memory of the World Cup flashed in my head, so much fire and destruction on their own, but with their overlord, who knows what they will be capable of now.
"Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet...here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed." He walked in a circle to be sure everyone understood his dominance of power, "Not one of you tried to find me..." He approached his followers one by one and revealed their names.
