A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you for clicking on my fanfiction! This is my first fanfiction and english is not my mother language. I put the rating on M, so please tell me if you think it is too high/low. I'm happy for every feedback and constructive critisism but I will not respect straight out hate or trolls in the comments.

This is an M/M story with mentions of infidelity, violence and abuse (all of which I don't condone).

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling - I just played a bit in her universe.

Thanks to miu-sama95 for prereading, betaing and helping with the storyline ;)

Chapter 1: Graveyard Part 1

Words: 1539

'On three we both grab the cup!' said Harry. 'One - two - three'

He and Cedric both grasped a handle.

Instantly, Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling him onwards, in a howl of wind and swirling colour, Cedric at his side.

Harry felt his feet slam into the ground; his injured leg gave way and he fell forwards; his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last. He raised his head.

'Where are we?' he said.

Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked around.

They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously travelled miles - perhaps even hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; a hill rose above them to their left and Harry could just make out the outline of an old house on the hillside.

Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry and asked:' Did anyone tell you the Cup was a Portkey?'

'Nope', said Harry. He was looking around the graveyard. It was completely silent, and slightly eerie. 'Is this supposed to be part of the task?'

'I dunno', said Cedric. He sounded slightly nervous. 'Wands out, d'you reckon?'

'Yeah'

They pulled out their wands. Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched.

'Someone's coming' he said suddenly.

Squirting through the darkness, they watched a figure drawing nearer, walking steadily towards them. Harry couldn't make out a face; but from the way it was walking, and holding it's arms, he could tell it was carrying something. Whoever they were, they were short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over their head to obscure their face. And - several paces nearer- he could see that the thing in the person's arms looked like a baby… or was it just a bundle of robes?

It stopped beside a towering marble headstone and for a second Harry, Cedric and the short figure simply looked at each other.

Without warning, Harry's scar suddenly exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life; 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 head was about to split open.

From far away he heard a swishing noise and a voice, which screeched the words to the night:'Avada Kedavra!'

A blast of green light blazed through Harry's eyelids, and as he heard something heavy fall to the ground beside him; the pain in his scar reached such a pitch that he retched, and then it diminished; terrified of what he was about to see, he opened his stinging eyes.

Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.

For a second that contained an eternity, Harry stared into Cedric's face and then, before his mind had accepted what he was seeing, before he could feel anything but numb disbelief, he felt himself being pulled to his feet.

The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle and was dragging Harry towards the marble headstone. Harry was slammed against it and before he could react the cloaked man was conjuring tight ropes around Harry, tying him to the headstone. Harry's mind started working again and he started to struggle.

The man hit him - hit him with a hand that had a finger missing and Harry finally knew who was under the hood. Wormtail.

That was the final push for Harry's mind and he started struggling again, screaming every profanity he knew at the rat before breaking out in gut wrenching sobs he could not control anymore. Cedric was dead. Killed by none other than the rat that was also responsible for his parents deaths.

But Wormtail did not react in any way; he was busy checking the tightness of the cords. Once he was sure that Harry couldn't flee, he turned from the Boy Who Lived and hurried away, leaving a sobbing Harry and the small bundle he had carried earlier.

Suddenly there was a loud pop of someone apparating. Harry was too far gone in his grieving over Cedric to even notice. But the angry sneer in the newcomers voice made his head snap up.

'Wormtail you stupid idiot what did you do!? Why is my Harry bound to a headstone and sobbing?' came the voice of Professor Snape.

Wait WHAAAAAT?! MY Harry? What was he talking about?!

'Master Snape...you see….he was….' stuttered Peter Pettigrew who came running back from wherever he had been.

'Silence! I can see and what I'm seeing is not what I told you to do!' Snape sneered at Wormtail and made his way over to Harry. 'Get the cauldron ready while I try to get Harry out of his shock! Thank God I didn't let you brew that potion!'

Harry watched their interaction curiously and visibly started when his professor started talking to him in a rather gentle voice.

'Harry?'Snape crouched down in front of him and drew his wand. He pointed it at the ropes binding Harry to the headstone and either didn't notice or choose to ignore Harry's minute flinch when the wand was pointed at him. ' I am just going to free you of these ropes. That bumbling fool had no right to bind you.' and with a quick spell the ropes vanished and Snape gathered the crying boy in his arms. 'It's okay. Let it all out.' Severus held the Boy Who Lived in his arms and started rubbing soothing circles on his back while Harry cried it all out. For whatever reason Harry was not afraid anymore. He felt safe actually. He knew that Snape would not lie to him and maybe he would finally get an explanation for all his questions. Severus was heartbroken to see the boy so sad. 'Everything is going to be okay, son. I will explain it all to you. Just pl-'

'SON?!' came Harry's shocked voice, still rough from crying from Severus shoulder, where he had laid his head. The boy leaned back to look in his professor's eyes 'Why did you call me SON? Usually you throw names like brat and dunderhead at me. Where did that come from?'

Severus Snape sighed and chastised himself in his head for the slip up. He looked into those green eyes and did the only right thing - he told Harry the truth. ' I called you son because I recently found out that you are actually my biological son and not James'.' Before Harry could react in any way Severus held up his hand to stop Harry from saying anything. He could see a mirade of emotions in his son's eyes and knew there would be a ton of questions. ' I will explain everything to you but it is a rather long story and we are here for a reason. We are here to resurrect Tom Riddle and for that we need a little bit of your blood.'

'WHAT? You are on his side?!' Harry screamed in shock. How could he? 'Harry.' If what Snape said was true then he was his father and shouldn't he protect Harry? 'Do you hate me so much that you would get your own son slaughtered?!'

'Harry! Stop it! I promise everything is going to be okay! I will explain, we just don't have enough time right now.' At the boys disbelieving look he sighed ' Harry, I swear on my magic that I will explain what is going on as soon as we are back at Hogwarts and I can get you alone. I also swear on my magic that I will not let anyone hurt or kill you and that I will only take a few drops of your blood for the ritual. Better now?' Severus could visibly see Harry relax at that. Harry obviously knew how serious these vows were. Crisis avoided. He turned to see what that dunderhead Pettigrew was up to and saw, that the cauldron with the potion he had prepared was already boiling.

It was time.

To be continued!

First posted on: 05. March 2017

Next update planned: 12. March 2017