OK guys, you should really read this before proceding to the chapter, because I've decided to end it in this chapter rather than go through the entire fourth year. The reason for this is simply because I had almost nothing interesting happening during the fourth year, but I wanted to end the story here. For story purposes, everything in the fourth year happened exactly the same way as in the book, except that Barty Crouch Junior was never there. instead Wormtail slipped harry's name into the Goblet of Fire and Harry was on his own from there.

OK everyone, here comes the final chapter:

Harry felt himself hit the ground hard and coughed twice as the wind was knocked out of him. He lay on the ground with his eyes squeezed shut for a few moments, not daring to open them and find out where he was. He'd known something was wrong the moment he and Cedric had grabbed that trophy, and after feeling the effects that only a portkey could bring, he had a feeling he wasn't in Hogwarts anymore.

A shiver ran down his spine as a hiss pierced the night air, "Kill the spare"

"AVADADA KADAVRA"

A surge of green light flared, and he saw it from behind his eyelids but still did not open his eyes. He had just suddenly become aware of a horrible burning pain in his scar, which soon reached the point where he thought his head would explode. However, after a few moments the pain went down a bit and he got up the courage to cock one eye open.

Cedi was lying motionless on the ground next to him, eyes wide open, and Harry's own eyes widened in shock at the implications. He wanted to rush over to Cedric, to shake him awake so they could both make a run for it. His brain was in a haze, and it took him a moment to realize the force that was keeping him from getting to Cedric was now dragging him across what appeared to be a cemetery. Through the fog of his thoughts, he saw that the tombstone he was being dragged toward read "Tom Riddle". Suddenly, adrenaline surged through his veins and he began to squirm with all his might, but the tiny cloaked man who held him would not relinquish his grasp.

Harry was thrust up against the tombstone, and he soon felt ropes bind his hands and feet. He caught a glimpse of the hand that was holding the wand, and suddenly he knew who the short wizard was.

"Wormtail!" he spat. His head was throbbing and he was starting to feel dizzy, the sight of this rat was the last thing he needed right now.

However, Wormtail did not even acknowledge his presence, but instead went over to a bundle of robes that Harry had not even noticed before. When his eyes lighted upon it a surge of pain seared through his scar, and suddenly he realized that whatever was under those robes was not something he wanted to stick around and see.

Wormtail was busy at a cauldron, and after a few moments he said, "It is ready master"

"Now," the voice hissed in reply, and Harry felt another shiver trill up his spine. Suddenly, he realized what, or who was in those robes, and he knew that he had to stop whatever was supposed to happen here tonight.

He began to struggle violently against the ropes, and he gasped as he felt something sharp brush against his leg. It took him a few moments to realize that it was his father's knife. A small bubble of hope formed in his mind as he wiggled a bit more. Remembering what his father had said about the knife cutting only what you needed it to, he tried to move slowly back and forth, willing the knife to cut through the rope binging his right anke.

A few moments later he felt the rope snap, and he knew his plan had worked. He glanced up to see if Wormtail had noticed, just in time to see him cut off his hand with a rather rusty looking dagger. Harry blanched, but did not hesitate in carrying out the rest of his plan. Lifting up his right knee, he could just feel the tip of the knife with his fingers, as his hand was bound downward. He finally got a whole of the knife, and with a little persistence, freed his right hand from its rope.

Wormtail now seemed to have noticed what Harry was doing and was running toward him. In two swift motions, Harry cut the ropes binding his left hand and left ankle, and dropped to the ground.

Adrenaline surged through his blood. Without thinking, he rushed past Wrotail toward the bundle of robes. His scar exploded with every inch, but he ignored the pain. With all his might, he lifted the knife above his head and plunged it into the robes.

A ghastly hiss erupted from the blanket, and beams of a strange black light clouded his vision. His head felt as though it might explode, but he held the knife in place. The robes shook violently, and then dropped to the ground in a heap. Whatever had been inside was gone.

Harry lifted his knife out of the blankets, and turned, feeling as though he might pass out ast any moment. Wormtail, seeing what had happened, had transformed into a rat, but Harry used every last ounce of strength in his body to kick him with all his might. The rat flew a couple of inches into the air and skidded to a halt a few feet away, unconscious. Harry picked up the rat, shoved it into his pocket, and stumbled to the spot were Cedric lay, black spots now clouding his vision. He grabbed a hold of Cedric's arm and thrust himself forward. He thought he felt his fingers brush the cold metal of the portkey before he lost consciousness.

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When Harry awoke, it was to find himself in a bed in the Hospital wing with his father, Sirius and Dumbledore standing over him. He blinked a few times and found that his head was still pounding, but the pain had diminished greatly. Upon seeing him awake, the three mean let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Thank God," said James, enveloping Harry in a gentle hug, "What happened?"

Harry, who had been hoping that whole ordeal had been nothing but an unpleasant nightmare, blanched at the thought of repeating what he had seen.

"The trophy, it was a portkey. It took Cedric and I to some sort of graveyard…Cedric…where is he?" Harry asked suddenly, looking around as if expecting to see Cedric lying in the hospital bed next to him.

The three men around his bed exchanged a glance, before Dumbledore said slowly, "Cedric…is dead Harry. He was hit with the Avada Kadavra curse. It is most unfortunate that we have lost such a young life"

"No…" Harry mumbled under his breath, eyes wide. He'd already known what had happened, but hearing it confirmed by Dumbledore made it all sink in.

"What happened in the graveyard Harry?" Dumbledore asked gently, as if speaking to a frightened child.

"Peter…he was there…he…oh!" suddenly Harry remembered shoving the unconscious rat into his pocket. He was relieved to find that he was still in there when he stuck his hand in. Plucking Wormtail out of his pocket by the tail, he handed him to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore seemed surprised by the new development, but bound Peter's hands and feet with ropes and placed him in his own pocket, patiently awaiting the rest of Harry's story.

"Voldemort, he was there. I don't know what he looked like, Peter had him wrapped i-in some sort of robes. He bound me to a tombstone, but I cut myself free with my dad's knife and I plunged it into the robes. There was this weird light and hissing and whatever was under the robes vanished" he finished.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, and said, "Harry, are you sure whatever was under those robes was Voldemort?"

Harry thought for a moment before replying, "Yes, I'm not sure how I knew, but when I looked at it my scar hurt, and I could just tell what was underneath"

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Harry, if what you say if true, you may have actually…killed Voldemort. Do you still have the knife you used?"

Harry put his hand into his pocket once more and pulled out the knife, the blade of which now looked charred and black. He handed it to Dumbledore, who left the room with the promise to return later. Sirius followed, wanting to give James a little time with Harry. He would talk to them later.

"Harry, are you alright?" he asked, pulling his son into a hug now that they were alone. Harry sat up and returned the hug gratefully. Unable to control himself any longer, he felt sobs begin to rack his body and felt the warmth of tears on his cheeks. He let the horrors of what he had seen poor out of him in the form of tears, comforted greatly by his father's presence.

"It's OK Harry. Everything will be alright soon"

Somehow, Harry believed him.

The End

A big thanks to everyone who followed this fic to the end, I know I didn't update very often and I appreciate your sticking with me. I hope you found the ending plausible and won't kill me for skipping the fourth year, as it contained no important information. Please review one last time and thanks for sticking with me.

Sparkling Patronus, signing off. P