Harry watched as he saw Cedric's body fall limp as the red blast of light left his wand. Harry was standing only a few feet away from the Triwizard Cup. Harry had had a feeling that something bad was going to happen all day and the last that he wanted was drag his Fellow Triwizard champion through it.

Harry raised his wand and shot red sparks up into the sky and then went and examined the Triwizard cup. It was a brilliant platinum and blue cup. Its light shining through out the small clearing in the middle of the Maze.

Harry walked forward in his red and gold champions outfit. It had many tears and gashes and truthfully Harry was favoring his right leg as he had been bit by one of the smaller Acromantulas and figured his leg was reacting to the poison. He didn't care all he had to do was grab the cup and wait for one of the judges to come get him and Cedric.

He grabbed hold of the cup and felt a rush of wind, "Oh Crap!" He said as he tried to let go but he was already being pulled from his naval through the whirlwind that was portkey travel.

When he landed a few moments later he was in a dark graveyard. Specifically in front of a large almost twenty foot tombstone that had Tom Riddle Sr. etched on it. Harry reading that immediately felt for his wand and saw it a few feet away resting against a vine of ivy.

"Not so fast Potter." a voice spat out from one of the shadows. Harry froze and turned his head slightly to see a man in a black robe with a gold mask covering his face. The voice sounded familiar yet slightly altered.

His attention was immediately drawn to the man that he was holding. His godfather, Sirius Black, was being held by the mans forearm. The man's wand was pointed at his head. His godfather was alive, at least he thought he was. He was bound with tight robes and had a small rag stuffed tied around his mouth. There was a few scrapes and light bruises but everything appeared to be ok.

"Get out of my way Lucius. Timing is everything." came horrid voice from behind the Death Eater.

Wormtail appeared caring a small shriveled up child. Harry immediately felt like his head was going to explode. The pain was making his vision go numb, he quickly recoiled into a small ball from the pain. Forgetting his wand where it was.

Wormtail shouted, "Stupify" and a red jet of light hit Harry square in the chest.

The next thing Harry remembered was waking up bound by robes the grave of Tom Riddle Sr. There were now about five or six Death Eaters around them and not far away on his knees was Sirius Black. He was still bound and gagged however he was now conscious. He noticed that Harry had woken up. He stared longingly at his godson and sent him a look that said I am trying to figure us a way out of here.

Harry's fears were eased only a little. His head was still hurt slight although not as bad as a few moments ago. Harry then noticed the large black cauldron that was in front of them.

The Death Eaters were watching as a black mist began to form from the mixture. Harry then felt a sharp pain in his left forearm. As he looked he saw a stream of blood falling him his arm. He winced slightly, but his attention was drawn to the now fully formed body of Tom Riddle Jr.

"AT LAST it is done." came the arrogant and vile voice of Lord Voldemort. "My friends it's had been a long thirteen years." Voldemort said as he walked forward towards Wormtail.

"Master! I knew it would work." Wormtail said while sniveling and recoiling slightly away.

"My wand Wormtail." He said intoned.

Peter recoiled further but outstretched his only remaining hand and presented the Dark Lord's wand to him.

As Voldemort grabbed his wand a sickening smile grew upon his face. He laughed maniacally as he pointed his want towards the sky and the Dark Mark appeared over the graveyard.

"My followers it is good to see you again." he said in fake praise. "Not one of you was able to help me escape from my prison." He spat with vitriol.

Lucius spoke up, "My lord." He said sharply yet full of fear. "If I had felt even an inkling that you might had still been alive…" He was cut off.

"SILENCE! You are a greedy little coward." the dark lord retorted, "However you still have great use to me." He turned and looked at the rest of the Death Eaters, "You all do, or I wouldn't hesitate to kill you where you stand."

During this time, Harry had been watching Sirius cut the ropes binding his hands on a piece of glass that was sticking out of the dirt. He was almost able to slip his hand out.

Harry also noticed that his wand was stealthily hidden a few feet from Sirius. He tried to get Sirius' attention to tell him about it so that once his restraints were free he could hopefully get them out of here.

Harry watched eagerly as his godfather tried desperately to break free of his bindings, but Harry felt a pang of magic from his scar and turned up to see Voldemort turning towards him.

"Harry Potter…" He said in a sickeningly happy tone. "The Boy Who Lived." He then said softly while quickly walking over to him, his face only a finger's width from Harry. "I've waited for this day for thirteen years."

"Good to see you too, Tom." Harry spat back trying to keep Voldemort's attention on him.

Voldemort hissed and walked away quickly. "Harry tonight you will die. Tonight will mark the beginning of a new world, a world that sadly fate has decided that you and I cannot have together." Voldemort laughed and flicked his wand releasing Harry from his bindings. He fell to the ground and landed hard on his left ankle and felt an enormous amount of pain. The venom clearly had progressed in the time he was out.

"Boy I am going to kill you, but I want you to know that I will give you the opportunity to face me fair and square. You have defied me for the past four years and I feel that it is the only honorable thing to do." With this he summoned Harry's wand which he knew was sitting next to Sirius and gave to Harry.

Sirius began screaming through his gag and he began fighting his bindings even more.

"Ahh yes I almost forgot. The young and incorrigible Sirius Black. How good of you to watch your Godson get murdered for the Greater Good."

Harry screamed at Voldemort, "YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Harry raised his wand, as did Voldemort. "You have a problem with me fine, but you and I are going to finish this once and for all."

The dark lord laughed as did all the Death Eaters, "Very good, very good indeed. I admire your spunk, boy."

Harry started by launching his best series of spells. He had received a bit of tutelage from Professor Flitwick during this year as Dumbledore had agreed that he might need some advanced spell work. Flitwick had taught Harry how to chain spells together to make it easier to cast more spells in rapid succession. It was quite draining but if done correctly hopefully your opponent would fall victim to one of them.

Two jets of red and two blue and green balls flew from Harry's wand towards the Dark Lord.

Voldemort merely flicked his wrist to deflect the spells off into the darkening night sky.

"Very good Harry, I see you are quite proficient in non-verbal casting." Voldemort was taunting the boy. He also hadn't used his wand in almost fourteen years so he was still getting a feel for it.

Harry cast two more stunners, this time verbally to try and put more power into his spells, as he ran sideways towards a tombstone.

Voldemort let these two ricochet off his very strong shield and he quickly fired two blasting charms towards the boy.

Harry was quick, he always had been, and managed to dodge both of them as he slide into the ground cutting his leg open on an exposed root. Harry grimaced as the pain in his legs and feet was starting to get to him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep this up.

"Come out Harry and just face me. You have shown us that you are truly gifted. You would have made a great servant." The Dark Lord yelled happily.

Harry spat back, "I would never help you. I would rather die a painful death than help you kill innocent people."

Voldemort growled, "Fine then have it your way." He fired two more explosive charms at the tombstone Harry was hiding behind.

Harry quickly sprinted away and fired two tripping jinxes at Voldemort. Flitwick had taught him to use a few quick cast spells, even if they didn't have much effect, the fact that you could cast them quickly would sometimes make your opponent have to move or change his attack pattern. Anything to give you a moment's advantage was helpful.

This proved to be very helpful because it caused the Dark Lord to deflect both of them instead of firing more spells as Harry ran across the clearing.

"AVADA KEDAVRA" Voldemort shouted as a green bolt shot out and collided with a tree branch that was inches from Harry's head.

"Boy, I grow tired of this. Come out and meet your fate or I will take your Godfather's life." He said loudly.

"Fuck" Harry said under his breath. He figured that he and Sirius likely wouldn't be leaving this graveyard but maybe, just maybe, he could buy enough time for Dumbledore or someone to come save him. "Fine!" He yelled.

Harry lifted himself up and walked out from behind the debris he was hiding behind. "Very good."

Harry saw Lucius holding Sirius much like he was before. "I am sorry." He said loud enough for Sirius to hear. His godfather had a tear in his eye.

"How touching… AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Harry reacted by casting his most powerful spell that he had been able to work on, "EXPELLIARMUS!"

The two bolts of magic careened towards each other and when they collided, a shower of sparks appeared and two beams of light formed from the ends of the two wizards' wands. They were now locked together.

Harry gripped his wand with both hands as he pushed as much magic as he could into it, as Voldemort did the same.

He was a bit surprised by the fact that such a simple spell had been a match for the Killing Curse but no matter, he was not about to be bested by this young fourteen year old.

The two fought for a few moments, no one gaining any ground. When the center of the sparks began to move ever so slowly towards Harry, Voldemort screamed, "THIS IS THE END, BOY! ACCEPT IT AND IT WILL BE OVER QUICKER!"

Harry didn't give in and instead focused his eyes and tried as hard as he could to will the beam of light flowing from his wand to push back.

Suddenly a large flash of light flew out and a rainbow of colors engulfed the two warring wizards.

The sparks began to press backwards towards Voldemort. He scowled and forced more magic into his wand, "I AM FINE, LEAVE HIM TO ME! HE IS MINE!" He shouted at his followers.

The bright aurora that had engulfed Harry and Voldemort began to pulse wildly, and Harry felt a warm sensation in his chest. Soon it had fully overtaken him and he felt a intense amount of joy and happiness.

He then saw two spectral images flash before him. One was a witch with bright red flowing hair and a smile that lit Harry up like his first Christmas at Hogwarts.

"Harry!" The woman said to him.

"Mum?" He returned tentatively.

She nodded, "We can only hold him off for a few moments. You are so brave, my son. You have to get back to the Cup!"

He then heard a male voice, "Harry, m'boy, I am so proud of you."

"Dad?!" Harry said looking at the image of his father just above him.

"Yes son, we don't have much time. Your mother and I love you very much. We will protect you but you must hurry. We'll see you again soon!" His father's voice was so comforting yet commanding. Harry felt tremendous pride and love. It was those emotions that fueled the fire inside of him and a huge force of magic poured out of his wand.

"Harry, you have to break the link! Do it now!" His mother yelled and it was the last thing he heard.

Harry forced his wand away from the connection him and Voldemort. He then saw his parents fly towards Voldemort and the other Death Eaters. The resulting explosion knocked them all on the ground.

Harry looked around frantically for the Triwizard Cup. He then saw Sirius stumbling away from Lucius Malfoy.

"ACCIO SIRIUS!" He yelled as his godfather quickly flew towards him.

Voldemort was quick to react, firing a purple spell towards the two of them. Harry was not quick enough to stop the spell and it hit Sirius in the back.

He screamed loudly and turned to look at Harry, "The Cup…." he said in a muffled voice.

Harry quickly pointed his wand and shouted, "ACCIO CUP!" The Cup sped towards him as Voldemort cast a Killing Curse at the two of them.

Harry and Sirius disappeared as the green blast of magic exploded into the ground where they were standing.

The next thing Harry saw were the stands of the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. He was greeted by loud cheering and noise makers.

They quickly turned to gasps and screams as the crowd saw Harry holding Sirius Black, who was bleeding profusely from his back.

Mcgonagall and Dumbledore were the first to get to Harry. "What happened?!" Mcgonagall asked first then recognized the man Harry was holding. "Black!?"

Harry quickly rolled Sirius onto his back, "Sirius! Sirius, are you ok?!"

Sirius was coughing up blood and wheezing pretty badly. "I think my luck's run out kid." He coughed up another large amount of blood. The wound in his back was huge and leaking blood everywhere.

"Sirius you have to hang on!" Harry shouted. "Professor, do something!" He shouted to his head of house.

Minerva bent over and waved her wand quickly over Sirius. She looked up at Dumbledore and just shook her head. "WELL!? DO SOMETHING!" Harry screamed. He was not about to lose his last remaining family member so easily.

By this time Ron and Hermione had pushed their way through the crowd. "HARRY!" Hermione yelled. When they reached Harry, she gasped and turned her head away. Ron almost threw up on the spot.

"Harry m'boy, there's nothing left now. I need you to know that I love you and I will die happy knowing that you are safe. Promise me you will never stop laughing." Sirius choked out through the blood that was still pouring from his mouth.

Harry leaned over and pressed his head against his godfather's chest. "I need you! You can't die! I need you more than ever!"

Sirius inhaled his last breath of life and looked at his godson for the last time. "I love you Harry. You have so much to live for so promise me you will. I solemnly swear I am up to no good." He finished in an almost whisper as his body fell limp to the ground and the playful light that always filled his eyes left.

Harry screamed and flailed violently against Sirius' chest. Hermione bent over and wrapped Harry in a tight hug.

The professors let her stay like that for a moment before Ludo Bagman walked over, "What is going on, did Harry…." He didn't finish his sentence as he saw the dead body of Sirius Black.

Dumbledore quickly ushered Bagman away, leaving Mcgonagall to help Hermione and Harry up. "Potter, we need to get you back to the school so you can tell us what happened."

Harry nodded, his face full of sadness and loss.

"Not so fast." A voice called out from behind the Professor.

Mad-Eye Moody was standing holding his wand facing Harry, Hermione, and Mcgonagall.

"Moody? What is the meaning…" Mcgonagall never finished the sentence as a jet of red flew from his wand and struck her in the chest.

The man was quickly changing back into the body of Bartemius Crouch Jr, his polyjuice potion having warn off.

Harry was the first to react, "AVADA KEDAVRA" He said loudly forcing all of his malice and hatred into the spell.

Hermione, Ron, and Crouch were all shocked at Harry's use of the Killing curse. Crouch was so shocked that he wasn't able to react.

The blast hit him in the chest and his body went limp. Harry then took two quick breaths as everyone went silent.

Dumbledore had spun around and watched the whole thing unfold. Harry began to cry as he realized what he had done. He had killed a man, a Death Eater, using an Unforgivable. He was certain to go to Azkaban.

Dumbledore ran over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to..." He started to wail.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen people go completely mad after casting the Killing curse for the first time. "It's ok Harry. You did the right thing."

Ludo Bagman came over, "Right thing!? Albus he used an Unforgivable!" The man said with awe still in his voice.

"He killed a convicted Death Eater that to this day I believed to be dead. That is no excuse to throw a fourteen year old into Azkaban." Dumbledore said forcefully to Bagman.

"Very well but the Minister will hear about this, there are over two thousand people here. Someone will speak to him." He retorted.

"Let me deal with the Minister, and you deal with getting this crowd out of here. There are two dead men and I am sure the Aurors will be here any minute." Albus commanded.

Bagman nodded and began helping his officials disperse the crowd.

During this time Mcgonagall had taken Harry, Ron, and Hermione back to the castle and into the hospital wing. They had all jogged in silence the entire way from the stadium to the castle. When they finally reached the hospital wing and Minerva had placed Harry on a bed she turned to him and asked in as calm and collected a voice as she could. "What happened?"

Harry sighed and recounted the entire series of events that happened once he arrived in the graveyard.

Hermione and Minerva both gasped when he mentioned the part about his parents showing up and telling him how to escape. "Priori Incantatem." Mcgonagall said softly.

Just then Madam Pomfrey can running in the room, "Mr. Potter to what do I owe the pleasure this time." She said in an annoyed voice.

Harry responded with as much sarcasm as he could, "Oh nothing big this time, just survived the Triwizard Tournament, battled with Voldemort and then killed a convicted Death Eater who was presumed dead for the past ten years." He flashed a fake smile towards the mediwitch.

She stood stunned by what he had said. "It's all true Poppy." Minerva said with a straight face, although truthfully she found it rather humorous the way Harry talked about the bad things that happened to him.

Madam Pomfrey began running diagnostic spells on Harry trying to figure out what was wrong. "Well Potter it looks like you managed this caper with only a few scratches and bruises. This one," she waved her wand over his arm, "will likely leave a scar. Not as bad as the one on your forehead, but it will scar nonetheless." She bustled away to grab a few potions.

"Harry is what you said about Voldemort true?" Hermione asked.

Harry looked at his friend's saddened face and his heart skipped a second. Hermione Granger was a muggleborn and one of Harry's two best friends. "Yes Hermione, he's back and he tried to kill me."

Ron was still speechless and too stunned by the fact that Harry had killed a man with none other than the Killing Curse. He was however was saved from saying anything as Dumbledore walked in a few moments later.

"Harry are you alright?" He asked in a frantic, worried tone.

"I am fine professor." Harry answered in a slightly annoyed voice.

"What happened? Where did you go? When we got to where the Triwizard Cup had been, you weren't there only Cedric's body." The headmaster asked in a quick voice.

"The Cup was a portkey and it took me to the graveyard where Tom Riddle, Sr. was buried. However, Professor, I have told this story to Professor McGonagall and would very much like some time alone." Harry said rather forcefully and out of character for him. He truly was tired and reeling from the loss of his godfather.

Dumbledore noticed the boy's frustration and agreed that he'd be able to learn just as much from Minerva as he could from Harry right now. Besides if he had any other questions he could just ask Harry tomorrow.

"Very well, please get some rest and be with your friends. If you need anything, anything at all, please come see me. I hear Lemon Heads are great this time of year." With a twinkle in his eye the Headmaster left with McGonagall.

Pomfrey came back just as they were leaving, "Here, take these, they will ease the pain in that leg and arm and this one is a blood replenishing potion."

Harry begrungening took both potions, "Madam Pomfrey can I go back to my dorm?" he begged.

The healer put her hands on her hips and stared into Harry's eyes for a straight minute. "Fine" she said sharply, "But if you can't sleep then you come back here straight away."

Harry nodded happily, he never thought for a million years that he'd be allowed to leave so quickly. "Thanks Madam Pomfrey!" He jumped up and gave the mediwitch a hug and then motioned for Hermione and Ron to come with him.

"Harry why'd you do it?!" Ron almost yelled as they walked through the double doors.

"Do what?" Harry asked in honest confusion.

"Why did you use the Killing Curse?" Ron was now fuming mad. He had been getting more and more angry the longer that he thought about it.

"Because he was going to kill me or either of you." Harry said coolly.

"Yeah but that doesn't mean you can use an Unforgivable!" Ron shouted even louder.

"Ron you need to calm down." Hermione said as she put a hand on Ron's shoulder.

"NO I won't calm down!" He said as he raised his arm and hit Hermione in face.

Hermione went flying across the hallway and Harry screamed, "RON!"

He turned from looking at Hermione and pulled his fist back and punched Ron in the face.

Ron stumbled back a few steps and then the two boys threw punch after punch at each other, neither of them backing down. Both yelling and screaming at each other.

This caused Madam Pomfrey to come out into the hall. When she saw both of them fighting she stunned the closest one which happened to be Ron. She levitated him off of Harry. "What in Merlin's Beard is going on?"

Harry stood up quickly, "He punched Hermione in the face!"

Hermione, who had blood dripping down her face and a huge black eye, stood up. "I see. Potter are you ok?" She asked as she waved her wand over Hermione's face.

Harry righted his robes and brushed some dirt off. Neither of them knew how to fight so it wasn't surprising that neither of them were seriously hurt. "I am fine." He said sharply.

Pomfrey woke Ron up, "Mister Weasley what were you thinking!" She scolded the redhead.

"He fucking used an Unforgivable and he's going to get away with it?!" Ron yelled as he too shook out his robes and straightened his collar.

"Be that as it may, that does not give you right to hit another student. Come with me and we'll wait for Professor McGonagall to return. Potter, Granger, you're both free to go." She handed Hermione a small green vial. "Take this if the pain persists otherwise you should be fine." She smiled and led Ron into the Infirmary.

Harry turned towards his only remaining best friend, "You ok?" he asked sincerely.

Hermione nodded, "Yeah, more surprised than anything. Do you think…"

Harry just shook his head, "I don't want to talk about Ron right now. I have other things to work through."

Harry and Hermione trudged back to Gryffindor Tower and headed off to their dorms to pack. Tomorrow was the last day of the year and they would all be heading home. Which for Harry meant the Dursleys.

He had hoped that his Godfather would have been able to convince Dumbledore to let Harry spend the summer with him, however now that Sirius was dead he was doomed to another Summer at 4 Privet Drive.