The Protector

He's Back

I groaned as my back hit hard dirt. I opened my eyes. This wasn't the beginning of the maze. I checked around me. This was a graveyard.

"Bridget? Are you okay?" Cedric asked, helping me up.

"I'm..fine. This isn't the beginning," I told Harry and Cedric. "This...this is...a graveyard."

We looked around. I stayed close to Harry. I knew what was going to happen wasn't going to be good.

"I think I've been here before," Harry stopped in front of a grave. The name: Riddle. Seemed familiar. In front of it was a big cauldron. I glanced around, making my way slowly to Cedric.

"It's a portkey," Cedric seemed stunned.

"I figured it would've been," I nodded. "But I didn't think it would've taken us here."

"I've been here before, guys," Harry repeated himself, but this time he seemed more worried. "You remember my dream, Bridget?"

"This is the place?"

"One of them," he nodded. I walked over to him. He was staring at a name. I knew the name was familiar; Tom Riddle. Aka: Voldemort.

"We need to get back to the cup," I said aloud.

"What? Why?" Cedric asked.

Right after he asked, a door opened from inside a caretaker house. Out stepped Peter Petigrew, the same rat I had been looking for since the end of third year. And he was holding something, or something.

Harry began to wince and cry out in pain. "Harry?!" I grabbed his arm and tried to pulled him away. Cedric pulled out his wand, aiming it towards Peter. "Harry? What happened? Is it your scar?!"

A fire appeared under the cauldron, and I knew it couldn't be good.

"Who are you?" Cedric was ready.

"Cedric, stop!" I put my hand out.

"Kill the useless boy," a low, raspy voice called out from Peter's arms.

"Avada kadavra," Peter aimed for Cedric. I was too late. Cedric fell. I fell with him.

"Cedric?! Cedric?!" I couldn't believe what had just happened. Cedric died right in front of me. It made me so sick. My eyes welled with tears, and before I knew it, they were coming down my face.

"Forget the girl. We'll deal with her later."

I had forgotten where I was for a moment until I heard that voice.

"Bridget! Get back to the portkey! Tell Dumbledore!" Harry instructed. But my body couldn't move. I was paralyzed.

I watched as my best friend was forced onto a grave. He was stuck there.

"How's your chance! Do it!" The little voice seemed terrifying. While Peter got away from Harry, I got up.

"Harry," I grabbed his hand. "It's going to be okay. Just hold on." I yanked and pulled on grave. Nothing happened.

"Bones from the father, which are unknowingly given," Peter levitated a bone from the grave into the pot which he dumped the baby into.

"Just hold on Harry," I struggled with the grave before I found it was useless to move.

I heard a wincing pain behind me. Peter had cut off his own hand. I felt sick to my stomach even more. "It's okay Harry. Just look at me." I looked up to him.

"Blood from the enemy, forcefully taken," Peter pushed me out of the way. I fell on my knees. But I got up quick once I heard Harry in pain.

I pushed Wormtail, "No!"