Chapter One: The third Task

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Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming behind him.

"Take it, then," Harry panted to Cedric. "Go on, take it. You're there."

But Cedric didn't move. He merely stood there, looking at Harry. Then he turned to stare at the cup. Harry saw the longing expression on his face in its golden light. Cedric looked around at Harry again, who was now holding onto the hedge to support him self. Cedric took a deep breath.

"You take it. You should win. That's twice you've saved my neck in here."

"That's not how it's supposed to work," Harry said. He felt angry; his leg was very painful, he was aching all over from trying to throw off the spider, and after all his efforts, Cedric had beaten him to it, just as he'd beaten Harry to ask Cho to the ball. "The one who reaches the cup first gets the points. That's you. I'm telling you, I'm not going to win any races on this leg."

Cedric took a few paces nearer to the Stunned spider, away from the cup, shaking his head.

"No," he said.

"Stop being noble," said Harry irritably. "Just take it, then we can get out of here."

Cedric watched Harry steadying himself, holding tight to the hedge.

"You told me about the dragons," Cedric said. "I would've gone down in the first task if you hadn't told me what was coming."

"I had help on that too," Harry snapped, trying to mop up his bloody leg with his robes. "You helped me with the egg – we're square."

"I had help on the egg in the first place," said Cedric.

"We're still square," said Harry, testing his leg gingerly; it shook violently as he put weight on it; he had sprained his ankle when the spider had dropped him. A thought crossed his mind 'I wonder who helped him?"

"You should've got more points on the second task," said Cedric mulishly. "You stayed behind to get all the hostages. I should've done that."

"I was the only one who was thick enough to take that song seriously!" said Harry bitterly. "Just take the cup!"

"No," said Cedric.

He stepped over the spider's tangled legs to join Harry, who stared at him. Cedric was serious. He was walking away from the sort of glory Hufflepuff House hadn't had in centuries.

"Go on," Cedric said. He looked as though this was costing him every ounce of resolution he had, but his face was set, his arms were folded, he seemed decided.

Harry looked from Cedric o the cup. For one shining moment, he saw himself emerging from the maze, holding it. He saw himself holding the Triwizard cup aloft, heard the roar of the crowd, saw Cho's face shining with admiration, more clearly than he had ever seen it before… and then the picture faded, and he found himself staring at Cedric's shadowy, stubborn face.

"Both of us," Harry said.

"What?"

"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."

Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms."You – sure?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah…. we've help each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together."

For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ear: then his face split in a grin.
"You're on," he said. "Come here."

He grabbed Harry's arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the stand where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand out over one of the cup's gleaming handles.
"On three, right?" 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 onward in a howl of wind and swirling color, Cedric at his side.

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

"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 traveled miles- perhaps hundreds of miles – for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. They were standing in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to there right. A hill rose above them to their left. Harry could just make out the outline of a fine house on the hillside.

Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry.

"Did anyone tell you the cup was a portkey?" he asked.

"Nope," said Harry. He was looking around

d 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," said Harry, glad that Cedric made the suggestion rather than him. "Lets stay close."

They pulled out their wand. Cedric stood next to Harry both watching each others back. Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling they were being watched.

"Someone's coming," he said suddenly.

Squinting tensely through the darkness. They watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily towards them between the graves. Harry couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, he was short and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time- Harry saw that the thing in the person's arms looked like a baby… or was it merely a bundle of robes?

Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric. Cedric shot him a quizzical look. They both turned back to watch the approaching figure.

It stopped besides a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second, Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another.

All a sudden Harry heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."

A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!"
The blast of green light left the wand of the man, Harry felt his body moving before he knew it.
Cedric was laying on the ground he groaned he looked to see Harry James Potter laying on him dead.

Cedric looked at Harry's eyes the bright green was now dull. His glasses were on the ground broken, "Harry, Harry. Hey mate you alright, come on Harry you can't be dead." He had the look of terror on his face

The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lit his wand. Cedric looked at him as the wand was raised at him. 'Guess this is the end.' He looked at Harry for a brief second, he had to bring his killer in if it was the last thing he did. He had to avenge his friend. Two stunners were sent at one and another. He didn't move out of the way. And was hit. Cedric woke to felling ropes tightly wrapped around him.

"B-blood of the enemy… forcibly taken…you will … resurrect your foe."

Cedric woke to a shining sliver dagger; slice his skin open at the crook of his right arm. A scream escaped his throat since he could no longer hold it in. He felt the blood seeping down the sleeve of his torn robes. The man fumbled in his pocket for a glass vial and held it to his cut gathering his blood. "Who are you why are you doing this? Why did you kill Harry?"

"Wasn't supposed to kill James boy. They will come for me even more no. I helped finished the Potters off." He mumbled to himself.

All a sudden there was sparks emanating from the cauldron were extinguished. A surge of white steam billowed thickly from the cauldron instead, obliterating everything in front of Cedric he couldn't see the strange man, or Harry or anything but vapor hanging in the air…

But then, through the mist in front of him, he saw, with an icy surge of terror, the dark outline of a man, tall and skeletally thing, rising slowly from inside the cauldron.

"Robe me"

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Harry lay facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.

A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. Therefore he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too.

Almost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was naked. Convinced as he was of is total solitude, this did not concern him, but he could fell, he would be able to see. In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes.

He lay in a bright mist, though it was not like mist he had ever experienced before. His surrounding were not hidden by cloudy vapor; rather the cloudy vapor had not yet formed into surroundings. The floor on which he lay seemed to be white and fluffy wasn't warm or cold, just fluffy.

Harry sat up. His body appeared unscathed. Harry touched his face. His glasses were not there anymore.
Then a noise reached him through the unformed nothingness that surrounded him: the small thumping of something that flapped, flailed, and struggled. It was pitiful noise, yet also slightly indecent. He had the uncomfortable feeling that he was eavesdropping on something furtive, shameful.

For the first time, he wished he were clothed.

Barley had the wish formed in his head then robes appeared a short distance away. He took them and pulled them on: They were soft, clean and warm. It was extraordinary how they had appeared, just like that, the moment he had wanted them…

He stood up, looking around. Was he in some great Room of Requirement? The longer he looked there was more to see. He looked around seeing the blue skies, the ground was white and fluffy. He looked up and could see the sun, 'I'm in the sky but how,' he thought. But a little bit a ways he could hear something making noise. Off in the mist he keep walking. Until he came to the spot the noise came from. It had the form of a small, naked child, curled on the ground, its skin raw and rough, flayed-looking, and it lay shuddering under a rain cloud where it had been left, unwanted, stuffed out of sight, struggling for breath.

He was afraid of it. Small and fragile and wounded though it was, he did not want to approach it. Nevertheless he drew slowly nearer, ready to jump back at any moment. Soon he would stood near enough to touch it, yet he could not bring himself to do it. He felt like a coward. He ought to comfort it, but it repulsed him.

"Harry you cant do anything for it."

He spun around. Lilly and James Potter were walking towards him. Lilly's hair was shinning in the sunlight, she smiled at him, and he could see her green eyes looking at him. She wore a gold shirt with a pair of jeans. James smiled at Harry he was holding Lilly's hand he had on red shirt and a pair of jeans. They both had plan robes on. Harry feel onto the ground staring at them tears coming to his eyes. They lead him over to a couch a ways away.

"But both of you are dead."

Lilly looked at him nervous "Yes we are Harry."

"Then…… I'm dead too?"

"Well you did jump in front of the killing cruse, Harry." James said sighing.

"James Potter!"

"Sorry Lils." He looked so scared.

"Look Harry your body at the moment is dead. But the thing is. Dam this be so much easier if Albus told you everything we you had asked." She sighed shaking her head. "Harry before you were born there was a prophecy made by a woman named Sybill Trelawney. Dumbledore was there giving her an interview. The prophecy goes: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..." Lilly finished. She watched her son go threw a lot of emotions. "Look I know its a lot to take in but there is more to tell."

"Problem was a git of a death eater over heard what went on. He didn't hear all of it and ran off telling Voldemort. So we became targets, as soon you were born we went into hiding. The Longbottom's went into hiding to. The thing was we were betrayed. You know that story."

"Were sorry we couldn't be there for you we wanted to for so long." Lilly said hugging her son.
Harry took it all in "Why did he keep it away from me."

James sighed looking at Lilly who put her hand on his shoulder "Clam down Harry, there was a reason."
"What reason could there be I asked him and he kept it from me." He yelled.

"Harry he wanted you to live a normal childhood." James said looking him in the eye.
It was awhile before Harry clamed down, "You good now."

"Yes." He said lowering his head looking at his mum.

"Good there is a reason your not dead, do you know what a horcruxes is."

"No I don't dad." He looked at him wondering what he was talking about and why it was so important since he was dead, or he thought.

"Well that's good, you see I don't know either." After Hearing that Harry fell out of his seat. "But your mom here knows and will be telling you all about it and it will tell you what that thing is." He said pointing to the crying baby or what he thought was.

Lilly sighed "Alright Harry horcruxes is very, very dark magic…." Lilly went on telling about horcruxes, and about how Voldemort made his and how by accident he turned Harry into one and when Harry jumped in front of the killing cruse it killed the horcruxes and not him. "Harry why don't we watch what is happening in the graveyard. Now that your not there to help."

He watched his father pull out a wand twirled it in the cloud an opening appeared below and he could see clearly what was going on as if he was only five feet above watching.

They watched as events unfolded as the death eaters appeared in the graveyard. "Welcome, Death Eaters,' said Voldemort quietly. "Thirteen years… thirteen years since last we met. Yet you answer my call as though it were yesterday… We are still united under the Dark Mark, then! Or are we?"

He put back his terrible face and sniffed, his slit-like nostrils widening.

"I smell guilt," he said. "There is a stench of guilt upon the air."

A second shiver ran around the circle, as though each member of it longed, but did not dare, to step back from him.

"I see you all, whole and healthy, with your powers intact- such prompt appearances! – and I ask myself… why did this band of wizards never come to the aid of their master, to whom they swore eternal loyalty?"

NO one spoke. No one moved except Wormtail, who was upon the ground, still sobbing over his bleeding arm. He stood next to Harry's body. James growled glaring daggers at Wormtail.

"And I myself," whispered Voldemort, "they must have believed me broken, they thought I was gone. They slipped back among my enemies, and the pleaded innocence, and ignorance, and bewitchment…
"And then I ask myself, but how could they have believed I would not rise? They, who knew the steps I took, long ago, to guard myself against mortal death? They, who had seen proofs of the immensity of my power in the times when I was mightier than any living wizard living?"

"And I answer myself, perhaps they believed a still greater power could exist, one that could vanquish even Lord Voldemort…. Perhaps they now pay allegiance to another… perhaps that champion of commoners, of Mudbloods and Muggles, Ablus Dumbledore?"

As the mention of Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle stirred, and some muttered and shook their heads. Voldemort ignored them.

"It's a disappointment to me… I confess myself disappointed…"

One of the men suddenly flung himself forward, breaking the circle. Trembling from head to foot, he collapsed at Voldemort's feet.

"Master!" he shrieked, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us all!"

"Crucio!" Voldemort began to laugh.

Voldemort raised his wand. The tortured Death Eaters lay flat upon the ground, gasping. Cedric was seen still tied up to the tomb stone.

"Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly. "Stand up. You ask for forgiveness? I do not forgive. I do not forget. Thirteen long years… I want thirteen years' repayment before I forgive you. Wormtail here has paid some of his debt already, have you not, Wormtail?"

He looked down at Wormtail, who continued to sob.

"You returned to me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends. I wonder how they will reacted when they find out you killed Harry. Wormtail I told you I was going to kill the boy. And I wanted his blood. At least you took some of his along with the other. You deserve this pain, Wormtail. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, Master," moaned Wormtail, "please, Master…. please…"

"Yet you helped return me to my body," said Voldemort coolly, watching Wormtail sob on the ground. "Worthless and traitorous as you are, you helped me… and Lord Voldemort rewards his helpers…"
Voldemort raised his wand again and whirled it through the air. A streak of what looked like molten silver hung shining in the wand's wake. Momentarily shapeless, it writhed and then formed itself into a gleaming replica of a humans hand, bright as moon-light, which soared downward and fixed itself upon Wormtail's bleeding wrist.

Wormtail's sobbing stopped abruptly. His breathing harsh and ragged, he raised his head and stared in disbelief at the silver hand, now attached seamlessly to his arm, as though he were wearing a dazzling glove. He flexed the shinning fingers, then, trembling, picked up a small twig on the ground and crushed it into powder.

"My Lord," he whispered. "Master… it is beautiful…. Thank you….thank you…" Voldemort raised his wand.

Peter scrambled forward on his knees and was about to kiss the hem of Voldemort's robes when the words left his lips "Crucio!" He saw Wormtail fall back on the ground next to the body of Harry Potter. He smiled holding it for about five minutes not long enough to do brain damage but enough to cause pain. "No next time you won't kill the person I told you not to. Though it is nice he is out of my way." He smiled as he watched Wormtail pass out.

Voldemort looked at Cedric "Aww our guest form Hogwarts." Cedric went pale as he watched Voldemort raise his wand at him. The strange thing the binding loosened and he fell to the ground in front of Voldemort. He tried to back away, "Don't try leaving yet. You see I want you to deliver a message to old Albus, that I'm back. His golden boy is dead, and there is nothing that he can do to stop me now. Take Potters body with you, I want to see his dead body on the front page tomorrow morning. " He raised his wand casting the crucio curse on Cedric, his screams filled the valley. After awhile the cruse was lifted. Cedric fell next to Harry and Peter. "Here take the cup and go back." He flew the cup towards Cedric but Cedric grabbed hold of Harry and Peter and disappeared in a pop. He cursed his deatheaters not knowing he would take Wormtail with him.

Harry, Lilly and James fell over laughing at how Cedric tricked Voldemort and were happy how he got away. "Harry what should we watch now, Voldemort or Cedric."

"Cedric you can tell me what happen with Voldemort later." Harry said smiling while watching below.

Lilly taped the cloud with her wand and now they could see Hogwarts.

Cedric felt himself slam flat into the ground; his face was pressed into the grass; the smell of it filled his nostrils. He had closed his eyes while the Portkey transported him, and he kept them closed now. He did not move. All the breath seemed to have been knocked out of him; his head was swimming so badly he felt as though the ground beneath him were swaying like the deck of a ship. To hold himself steady, he tightened his hold on three things. The Triwizard Cup, Wormtail in his left hand and Harry's body in his right hand.

A torrent of sound deafened his ears, there were voices everywhere, footsteps, screams. Then a pair of hands seized him roughly and turned him over. "Cedric."

Cedric opened his eyes. He was looking up at the starry sky, and Albus Dumbledore was crouched over him. He noticed he was at the edge of the maze. He could see the stands rising above him, the shapes of people moving in on them.

"Cedric we need to get Harry to the hospital wing now." Ablus said looking worried.

Cedric tried to keep the tears from flowing "Harry's dead, that man and You-know-who killed him." He took a breath before he kept going. "Sir, Harry saved my life," he said but barley a whisper. Cedric had let go of Peter and the cup and soon broke down crying.

The face of Cornelius Fudge appeared upside down over Harry; he looked white, appalled.
"My god- Potter!" he whispered. "Dumbledore – he's Dead!"

The words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around them… and then others shouted it- screeched it- into the night- "He's dead!" "He's dead!" "Harry Potter! Dead!" "The boy who lived is dead!"

"Cedric, lets go. You need to go to your family," he heard Fudge's voice say, and felt fingers on his shoulder and took him off. He heard spells going off bounding Wormtail.

"Fudge take Cedric and his family to the hospital wing to get him taken care of, along with the other Champions." Fudge nodded leaving having the Diggory's follow him along with the rest of the Champions and their family.

Girls were screaming, sobbing hysterically… Family's who came to watch were huddled together crying, for their fallen hero.

"Hermione, he- he... he can't be dead." Ron said with tears in his eyes.

Hermione was crying holding onto Ron. They couldn't believe they had lost their best friend. Ron was watching below and saw a black dog and Remus heading towards Harry.

Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, started pushing there way down, the stairs. Heading towards the field. Soon all their children started to follow them. Ron grabbed Hermione's hand, "lets get down there."
As he headed down there he heard Draco Malfoy making fun of Harry, "I knew Harry would die. The fool was headed for death. Soon all of his blood traitors of friends will die next." Ron would have done that but an adult who over heard Malfoy started yelling at him with his wand pointed at him. Ron would have smiled but couldn't. He ran down to Harry with his family.

Sirius ran along side Remus "NO, NOT HARRY YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM FROM ME! NOT JAME'S AND LILLY'S BOY! PLEASE NOT HARRY!" He got close enough both Remus and Sirius stopped seeing Peter, and began growling.

"Not here old friend well get him in the castle." He said in a tone that makes anyone run away in fear. Sirius ran over to Harry and licked his face and barked.

"I'm sorry old boy He won't wake up, Harry is dead." Ablus said.

All a sudden Molly ran over grabbing Harry crying, "NO, not Harry," she cried.

"Molly we need to move him." Albus said. Molly was holding Harry in his arms Remus fell next to Molly on his knees crying.

Lilly sighed they all had stopped laughing long ago. Lilly held on too Harry who was shaken by everything below. James waved his wand stopping things down below. "Harry… Son… Do you know what the Fates are."

"Yeah I learned of them in Muggle School. They are three sisters; one is young like a teenager, the woman with great beauty who seems ageless. Then the last on a fat old woman, who weaves the… Well something of time, they also control when someone dies."

James and Lilly nodded, "Yes, Harry your right. But what the muggle school doesn't know is the sisters of fate spilt the world to deal with. The teenager is the one in charge of North and South America. The adult she is in charge of Asia some of Russia and all the islands. The old one and she isn't really fat, well she is in charge of Europe and Africa, though she lets most of Africa alone."

"Why would she do that mum?"

"Because dear she told me she wanted it to run her own course." Lilly said smiling.

James looked at Harry, "Harry the thing is the fate's well they don't like how Voldemort keeps cheating death. The thing is you're the one they want to get rid of him."

"How can I I'm dead?" he asked looking at them.

Lilly looked at her son, "Harry the thing is. Since the whole horcruxes deal made it die not you. Though your body is dead at the moment they will allow you to go back to live. So Harry do you wanna live?"
"Yes I wanna live, mum. " He looked down at his friends below and wanted to be with them.
"Alright it's time for you to meet the fate."

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Sirius was whimpering but stopped he heard it, though it hadn't been there since he went to see Harry but it was there now. He barked with joy turning into his human form hugging Harry. "Albus Harry has a heart beat, he is back he is alive again." From the news of Harry being alive no one noticed that is was Sirius Black.

Molly looked at Harry in her arms and started crying out in joy, soon the word was whispering around Harry was back from the dead. After awhile she noticed it was Sirius and was about to scream since no one else noticed Ron covered her he was framed and is innocent."

"Molly, Arthur, Remus can you take Harry to the Hospital Wing." They nodded leaving. Ablus walked over to Sirius "you might wanna change back." Sirius looked at himself and followed the other three as a dog. The rest of the Weasley followed after there parents.

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