Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter then I would be J.K. Rowling but since it isn't then I am just going to have to continue putting up disclaimers wont I. - note there will be some text from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire used in this story, some of which may be altered slightly.

Just Let Me Die

Prologue

"Cedric I know this place."

"What Harry?"

"I know this place. Cedric we need to get out of AGH!"

"Harry, what's wrong?" Cedric asked running over to Harry.

"Cedric go, leave, get out of here. Now. AGH! T…t…take the portkey and g…go!"

"I'm not leaving you Harry. Come on get up" Cedric replied trying to pull Harry up but Harry just fell back down in agony. A door behind them opened and a short man carrying a small bundle stepped out into the moonlight. It was full tonight.

"Cedric just go."

"Harry…what?"

"GO!" Harry yelled in frustration, the pain in his scar intensifying.

"I'll be back."

"GO!" Cedric took one last look at Harry before grabbing hold of the cup and disappearing. Harry felt himself being lifted and thrown against a gravestone that promptly imprisoned him.

"Crucio!" Pain engulfed Harry again as this time millions of blinding hot daggers attacked his skin from the inside. Harry felt his knees give way and ended up leaning heavily on the gravestone for support.

The spell ended and Harry opened his eyes, in time to see Wormtail drop the bundle into a cauldron that had not been there before.

Wormtail was speaking. His voice shook, he seemed frightened beyond his wits. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and spoke into the night.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!" From beneath Harry's feet the remains of the graves occupant rose and fell softly into the cauldron. And now Wormtail was whimpering. He pulled a long, thin, shining silver dagger from inside his robes. His voice broke into petrified sobs.

"Flesh-of the servant-w-willingly given-you will-revive-your master." Wormtail raised the dagger over his four-fingered hand and pulled it down over the cauldron. Wormtail was gasping and moaning with agony. Not until Harry felt Wormtail's anguished breath on his face did he realise that he had shut his eyes in terror, and Wormtail was right in front of him.

"B-blood of the enemy…forcibly taken…you will…resurrect your foe." Harry felt a sharp cut on his right arm, Wormtail held the knife up to it so that the blood would trickle onto it. He walked back to the cauldron and dropped the blood into it. Harry felt sick to the bone and the pain in his scar was steadily increasing, within a matter of minutes Lord Voldemort had risen again.

"Robe me, Wormtail." Wormtail rushed to give his master his robes and wand. "Thirteen years of waiting. I am a patient man, I patiently waited for my chance to return. Now I have, that patience has run out. Crucio!"

Harry gritted his teeth together as the daggers attacked again, and he resisted the scream building at the back of his throat.

"Did you like that Harry," Voldemort asked him. "Do you feel the pain of fear? You fear me don't you Harry. Yes. You fear me. I haven't been able to come near you let alone touch you since your birth, your mother and Dumbledore's protection had stopped that. But their not here, are they Harry? So what are you going to do about that? Wormtail your arm."

"Yes master." Wormtail scuttled over towards Voldemort holding out the bleeding stump of an arm.

"Not that one you fool!" Voldemort yelled towards the quivering man beside him, before pushing the stump away and grabbing his left arm. Peeling back the left sleeve of Wormtail's robe, he uncovered a skull tattoo with a snake for a tongue. Voldemort touched it and it turned pitch black.

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Cedric landed in the space between the stands and maze, he fell to his knees and was sick. Dumbledore rushed up beside him whilst cheers erupted from the stands.

"Cedric are you all right. What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked him.

"Cup was a portkey…took me and Harry to a gravesite…"

"Where's Harry?" Dumbledore quickly interrupted seeing that Harry wasn't with him. The stands went silent after seeing Dumbledore's face pale quickly.

"He's still there…There was a man there to…He attacked Harry but I was already going before I could stop him…Oh god…Oh god no…I shouldn't have left him." Cedric told Dumbledore before being sick again.

"SEVERUS! ALASTOR! " Dumbledore shouted into the crowd, his face showing a mixture of anger and urgency.

"Yes headmaster?" Snape replied coming towards the headmaster with Moody coming up behind him.

"Come with me, Harry's in danger." and with that the three teachers took hold of the cup and port keyed out of Hogwarts towards the graveyard, leaving McGonagall in charge of the now frantic students.

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The three teachers port keyed in to the graveyard in time to see Harry hit with another Crucio, whilst Voldemort and a few of his Death Eaters laughed at his pain.

"Dumbledore, how nice of you to join us." Voldemort turned around to see Dumbledore, Snape and Moody watching them with disgust and remorse for Harry. "Me and Harry were just having a chat about you. Weren't we Harry? Yes we were talking about how so far in his weak and useless life I have not once been able to touch him. I believe you know why don't you Dumbledore." Voldemort spat his name before turning towards Harry again. "Ah but now I'm back, and I can finally touch him cant I? I wonder what your going to do to try and save Harry."

"Let him go Tom." Dumbledore spoke fiercely.

"Why? Frightened that I'll touch him? Well let me ease that thought of yours." He reached over to Harry's scar and placed a long finger onto in turning it blood red. Harry's scream tore through the night and made the teachers sick to their stomachs. After Voldemort removed the finger Harry fainted the pain being to much for the fourteen year old to handle.

"Pathetic, child. Unable to withstand a simple light dose of pain." Voldemort spoke to his Death Eaters, who chuckled. "Did you enjoy that Dumbledore? Was that enough of a demonstration For you? Now I would stay longer but we need to get Mr Potter here to his new accommodations. Crouch." Voldemort spoke to Moody. "Come with me." and Moody changed and walked over towards Voldemort losing his magical eye and wooden leg at the same time. By the time he had reached Voldemort the effects of a polyjuice potion had worn off and Barty Crouch Junior stood in front of them. Dumbledore and Snape were frozen in shock, which was rare for them. There was nothing they could do to save Harry without endangering themselves or Harry. They had to let Voldemort take him and pray that Harry would be ok until they found him. Once Voldemort and his death eaters had disappeared they broke out of their reverie and took the port key back to Hogwarts. Tonight was going to be a long night.

A/N: ok I know that Dumbledore and Snape may have seemed slightly out of character but they will be back on form in the next chapter I promise. So what do you think? Review and tell me!