Y/Ns POV

Cedric fell to the ground as the curse hit him, still faced and not moving.

He was dead.

At least that was the thought for some people.

I managed to think of a spell that would put Cedric in a sleep like death, so it seems like he was dead, but he would eventually snap out of it in a few hours.

And good thing too, given the circumstances.

"Strap them up." The small baby yelled. "The four can do as they please."

"CRUCIO!" Wormtail yelled, shooting a spell at the both of us, causing us to yell in pain as the spell coursed through my body.

Wormtail rose his wand, pushing me towards a tombstone as hard metal chains wrapped up my body. Harry was pushed onto the Riddle tombstone.

Tight cords were wrapped harshly around my limbs, pressing me up against the cold hard cement of the tombstone.

"I should have let my Dad and Sirius kill you when they had the chance, rat boy." I said.

"But you didn't," Wormtail mocked. "and it's Wormtail, not rat boy."

"Did I ask?" I mocked back as Wormtail slapped me across the face.

"Shut up, L/N!" He scolded.

Suddenly, as I collected myself, a large snake circled itself around Harry's feet, looking at us both hungrily.

Wormtail had came back with a large cauldron, pushing it towards the front of us as he lit the flames beneath it.

The cauldron began brimming with a mysterious green liquid. Shooting out fiery sparks and hot smoke.

Are they going to boil us in hot water?

"It is ready, master." Wormtail spoke.

"Now......" the baby said in a weird voice. "Do it now!"

Wormtail lifted the baby out of the cloak, revealing itself to be a hairless and crouched child.

But this was definitely not a child.

The baby had slimy and pale skin, with skinny arms and legs that you could snap like a twig.

The baby's face had snake like features, bright red eyes that could probably burn into anyones soul.

Disgusting.

Wormtail carried the figure over to the cauldron, dropping it inside as the sparks shot into the air.

Wormtail grabbed a bone from his pocket, holding it over the cauldron as he began to chant something.

"Bone of the father, unwillingly given." He muttered, dropping the bone into the cauldron.

"You will renew your son."

The bone entered the chalice, hissing and bubbling as it seethed through the mixture. More sparks shot out, and burned the grass around it.

Wormtail pulled out a dagger, whimpering as he continued the incantation.

"Flesh of the servant, w-willingly given." He whimpered, holding out his right arm, and swinging the dagger downwards.

Closing my eyes, Wormtail had slashed his hand off into the cauldron. Which was followed by a loud and painful scream.

Ouch.

Wormtail, now with one hand, brought his dagger towards Harry. Sheathing it in front of his face.

"B-Blood of the enemy......forcibly taken......you will resurrect your foe." Wormtail said as he drew blood from Harry's arm, dropping it into the cauldron.

Wormtail walked towards me, waving his wand in my direction as the chains got even tighter.

"Is that all you got, rat boy?" I teased in pain as Wormtail walked back towards the cauldron.

Suddenly, the cauldron surged with hot, burning steam from within. A figure had emerged from the cauldron, a tall, thin man with a face of pure white. His eyes were ruby red, and his nose was flat with two thin slits for nostrils.

"Robe me." The figure said icily.

Wormtail, still moaning and whimpering, made way with a robe, pulling it onto the figure as he turned and smirked at us.

I couldn't believe it.

Lord Voldemort had risen again.

Harry's POV

"My wand, Wormtail." Voldemort said, reaching out his hand to the sobbing Wormtail.

Pettigrew shoved his big hand into his robe, pulling out a thin, long wand.

"My lord." Wormtail choked as he cradled his bloody wrist. "You promised......you did promise....."

"Hold out your arm." Voldemort said lazily.

"Oh master......thank you master...." Pettigrew whipped, holding out his bleeding arm.

Voldemort merely laughed.

"The other arm, Wormtail."

"Master, please.......please."

Voldemort seized Wormtail's arm, yanking up the sleeve past his elbow. On his skin was the tattoo of a skull, with a snake slithering through its mouth.

This was the same image that was over the campsite at the Quidditch World Cup.

The Dark Mark.

"It is back," Voldemort spoke, looking towards the sky. "They will have noticed it.......and now we shall see.......now we shall know....."

He then pressed his finger against Wormtail's arm, causing me to scream in pain as my scar burned.

"Fight it, Harry!" Y/N shouted, writhing underneath his chains.

After a few minutes of endless torture, the pain subsided.

Voldemort let go of Wormtail's arm, turning his attention towards me as he smirked menacingly.

"You stand Harry Potter, amongst the the remains of my late father." He continued.

"A Muggle and a fool.....like your dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Your mother tired to defend you as a mere child....and I killed my father, and see how useful he proved himself, in death."

"That's a great story." Y/N quipped. "Too bad it's boring then hell out of me."

Voldemort turned toward Y/N angrily, making his way towards him.

"Y/N, I almost forgot you were here." Voldemort said menacingly. "Would you look at that, the proud Heir of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw house all tied up, begging for mercy."

"Not a chance, snakeface." Y/N shot back, causing Voldemort to tighten his chains.

"Ah, so brave." Voldemort mocked. "Much like your blood traitor bitch of a Mother, although we can clearly see how that turned out."

"Don't talk about my Mother like that." Y/N growled, struggling underneath his chains as Voldemort laughed in his face.

"But we'll have to get back to you, L/N." Voldemort laughed before gesturing towards a house on the hilltop.

"You see that house above the hillside, boys?" He asked. "My father lived there, My mother, a witch who lived here in this village fell in love with him."

"But he abandoned her when she told him what she was." He continued. "He didn't like magic, my father.....he left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born, and she died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage.......but I vowed to find him.......i revenged myself upon him, that fool who gave me his name.....Tom Riddle....ahh, listen to me reliving family history.......why I am growing quite sentimental......"

The sky suddenly turned to black, dark clouds landed in a line around us. The clouds suddenly vanished, revealing themselves to be hooded and masked wizards.

"But look, my true family returns."

Death Eaters.

Voldemort watched intently, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, one of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled towards Voldemort, and began kissing the hem of his robes.

"Master........master...." The Death Eater muttered. Soon followed by the rest, all kneeling to his his feet and began kissing his clothing.

They backed away, forming a small circle around us that enveloped the small section of the graveyard.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said quietly. "Thirteen years since we last met. Yet you answer my calls as though it were yesterday......we are still United under the Dark Mark, then! Or are we?"

Voldemort sniffed the air furiously, watching the Death Eaters scattered across the graveyard.

"I smell guilt. There is a stench of guilt upon the air. I see you all, while 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 enteral loyalty? And I answer myself, they must have believed me broken, thought I was gone. They slipped back amongst my enemies, and they pleaded innocence and ignorance, and bewitchment.....and then I ask myself, how could they have not believed I would not rise again? They knew the steps I took, long ago, to guard myself against mortal death? They, who had seen proof of the immensity of my power, in the times when I was mightier then any 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 the champion of commoners, of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

"Mightier then every wizard living?" Y/N cackled. "Give me a break, you couldn't even kill an infant."

Y/N L/N, always delivering the best lines at the worst possible times.

"Shut up, scum." Voldemort shouted, waving his wand to tighten his chains.

"Perhaps this will hold your tongue." Voldemort smirked.

"CRUCIO!" He cackled, causing Y/N to yell in pain as he wrestled around his chains.

He was helpless to stop it, all he could do was sit there and take it.

After a few more seconds, Voldemort dropped down his wand, making Y/N ease up as the pain subsided.

"As I was saying," he continued. "It's a disappointment to me, such a disappointment."

"Master!" One Death Eater cried, falling to his knees. "Master, forgive me, forgive us all!"

"Crucio." Voldemort simply said. The Death Eater writhed and shrieked in pain, pleading for Voldemort to stop torturing him.

He eventually did, but not after enjoying a few minutes of the Death Eater screaming on the ground.

"Get up Avery!" He shouted. "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?"

Wormtail just continued to sob, that's the only thing he could really do.

Y/N was right, we should have killed him when we had the chance.

"You returned to me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends. You deserve this pain, Wormtail. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes master." He agreed. "Please master.......please."

"Yet you helped me return my body. Worthless and traitorous as you are, you helped me, and Lord Voldemort rewards his helpers...."

Voldemort raised his wand and whirled it through the air, creating a streak of molten silver. It weaved through the air until it connected with the stump that Wormtail had as a tail.

Suddenly, Wormtail had sprouted a new hand, although it was silver.

The cries and moms subsided for the moment, allowing for Wormtail to stare at his new hand, moving his fingers around as he admired it.

"My Lord," he whispered. "Master.....it's beautiful.....thank you......thank you...."

Wormtail scrambled to the ground kissing the hem of Voldemort's robes.

"May your loyalty never waver again, Wormtail." Voldemort said.

"No, my Lord.......never my Lord...."

"Hawthorne, Grindewald, and Grimwood should be arriving soon." Voldemort announced, observing the night sky. "They have not renounced the old ways, to the world, they are respected faces masking in their true intentions of Muggle torture and eradication."

"Lucius, my slippery friend." Voldemort said, approaching one of the Death Eaters, revealing itself to be Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father.

"I am told you too have not renounced our old ways." Voldemort continued. "You are still ready to take a new role with the ones above you in a spot of Muggle torture, I believe? Yet you never tried to find me, Lucius.......your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I dare say.......but might not your energies have been better directed towards finding and aiding your master?"

"My Lord, I was constantly on alert," Lucius said. "Had there been any sign from you, any whisper of your whereabouts, I would have been at your side immediately, nothing could have prevented me-"

"And yet you ran from my Mark, when a faithful Death Eater sent it into the sky last summer? Yes I know all about that, Lucius....you have disappointed....I expect more faithful service in the future...."

"Of course, My Lord, of course.....you are merciful, thank you..."

"My three most trusted should be standing here soon." Voldemort said, gesturing towards empty spaces on the graveyard ground. "They were faithful......they would rather go to Azkaban then renounce me. They will be honored beyond their dreams. Jakob Grindewald, who raped his wife and murdered her along with their young son, Fenwick Hawthorne, who tortured and killed Muggles, including his infant baby."

"They all sound like wonderful people." Y/N cringed, still wrestling around in his chains.

"Even Nathan Rosier!" Voldemort continued. "Who would rather go to Azkaban with the Lestranges then defy me. When Azkaban is broken open, they will receive high honor amongst my ranks."

"The Dementors will soon join us......they are our natural allies.....we will call the banished giants.....I shall have all my servants returned to me, and an army of creatures whom all fear..."

Voldemort continued to walk, stopping by every Death Eater around him.

"Macnair.....destroying dangerous beats for the Ministry of Magic now, Wormtail tells me? You shall have better victims than that soon, Macnair. Lord Voldemort will provide."

"And here we have Crabbe....you will do better this time, will you not, Crabbe? And you, Goyle?"

"Yes, master....." they said, bowing to him.

"I wonder if they're just as dumb as their offspring." Y/N said quietly.

"The same goes for you, Nott."  Voldemort continued, ignoring Y/N's quirks.

"My Lord, I prostrate myself before you, I am your most faithful-" Nott said as he was cut off.

"That will do. And here we have six missing Death Eaters... three dead in my service. One, too cowardly to return... he will pay. One, who I believe has left me forever... he will be killed, of course. And one, who remains my most faithful servant, and who has already re-entered my service. He is at Hogwarts-"

Suddenly, the sky turned a deep black like before, before three dark clouds appeared before Voldemort.

And I recognized them quite clearly.

Fenwick Hawthorne.

Jakob Grindewald.

And an unnamed Death Eater who looked absolutely insane.

"They have arrived." Voldemort smirked menacingly.

"My Lord, we came as soon as we heard." Hawthorne said, kissing the hem of his robes.

"Is the bastard child here?" Grindewald asked. "You promised......my Master."

"Indeed I have Jakob." Voldemort snarled. "Harry Potter and Y/N L/N have kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go as far as to call them the guests of honor."

"Doesn't seem like much of a party to me." Y/N remarked. "It's dead depressing here."

"Shut the fuck up, boy!" Grindewald snarled, making his way towards Y/N as Hawthorne held him back.

"Easy Jakob." He reassured. "We'll have our fun with L/N in due time."

Grindewald eased up, grinning evilly at Y/N as he walked back.

"Master, we crave to know." Malfoy said. "We beg you to tell us.....how you have achieved this.....this miracle......how you managed to return to us...."

"Ah, what a story it is Lucius." Voldemort smirked. "And it begins-and ends with my two young friends here."

He walked over towards me as the snake beneath continued to slither around.

"You know of course, that they called these two boys my downfall?" Voldemort said softly, eyes darting between the two of us. "You all know that leading up to the night I lost my powers and my body, I tried to kill a young Y/N L/N, the son of the blood traitor and Ravenclaw descent, Emily Hawkes and her Mudblood husband?"

The Death Eaters nodded in response, staring at Y/N evilly.

"The prodigal heir of our enemies, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw house. He would be detrimental to our plans, to our movement. I had to kill him, before I murdered the Potter boy."

"But poor, unfortunate Emily made the decision to try and save her son. She could have been a valuable asset to us. But her love for this infant boy was stronger than that."

"We can clearly see how that ended up, didn't we?" Fenwick chastised as the Death Eaters laughed.

"Yes, yes, Fenwick." Voldemort said. "Emily's bold choice proved to be her downfall, so I had to kill her."

"Unfortunate as it was, L/N escaped with the help of his Muggle uncle, the Auror Thomas L/N, who kept him hidden from the world for many years."

Y/N was angry, fumbling around in his chains as the Death Eaters laughed at his misfortune.

"Have I struck a nerve, L/N?" Voldemort mocked. "Well no matter, you'll reunite with your mother in due time."

"Fuck you!" Y/N growled as Voldemort tied his chains.

I'm surprised his limbs haven't completely come undone at this point.

"And on the night I lost my powers," Voldemort continued. "I tried to kill a young Harry Potter. His Mother died in the attempt to save him-and unwittingly provided him with a protection I had not foreseen......I could not touch the boy."

"His mother left upon him the traces of her sacrifice. This is old magic, I should have remembered it, I was foolish to overlook it.....but no matter, I can touch him, now......"

Voldemort raised his hand, his long white fingers placed directly onto my scar.

I screamed in agony, all I felt was pain, almost as if tons of sharp knives were pierced directly into my skin.

"I miscalculated, my friends, I admit it," Voldemort continued, removing his finger from my scar. "My curse was deflected by the woman's foolish sacrifice, and it rebounded around the room... destroying the walls... and then me. Ah... pain beyond pain, my friends; nothing could have prepared me for it. I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost... but still, I was alive. What I was, even I do not know... I, who have gone further than anybody along the path that leads to immortality."

"You know my goal... to conquer death. And now, I was tested, and it appeared that one or more of my experiments had worked... for I had not been killed, though the curse should have done it. Nevertheless, I was as powerless as the weakest creature alive, and without the means to help myself... for I had no body, and every spell which might have helped me requires the use of a wand."

"I remember only forcing myself, sleeplessly, endlessly, second by second, to exist... I settled in a faraway place, in a forest, and waited... surely one of my faithful Death Eaters would try and find me... one of them would come and perform the magic I could not, to restore me to a body... but I waited in vain..."

"Only one power remained to me. I could possess the bodies of others. But I dared not go where other humans were plentiful, for I knew that the Aurors were still abroad and searching for me. I sometimes inhabited animals - snakes, of course, being my preference - but I was little better off inside them than as pure spirit, for their bodies were ill-adapted to perform magic... and my possession of them shortened their lives; none of them lasted long..."

"Then... four years ago... the means for my return seemed assured. A wizard - young, foolish, and gullible - wandered across my path in the forest I had made my home. Oh, he seemed the very chance I had been dreaming of... for he was a teacher at Dumbledore's school... he was easy to bend to my will... he brought me back to this country, and after a while, I took possession of his body, to supervise him closely as he carried out my orders. But my plan failed. I did not manage to steal the Philosopher's Stone. I was not to be assured immortal life. I was thwarted... thwarted once again by the two boys before you, Harry Potter and Y/N L/N."

"Yeah you did." Y/N smirked, as Voldemort continued his speech.

"The servant died when I left his body, and I was left as weak as I ever had been. I returned to my hiding place far away, and I will not pretend to you that I didn't fear that I might never regain my powers... yes, that was perhaps my darkest hour... I could not hope that I would be sent another wizard to possess... and I had given up hope, now, that any of my Death Eaters cared about what had become of me..."

"And then, not even a year ago, when I had almost abandoned hope, it happened at last... a servant returned to me: Wormtail here, who had faked his own death to escape justice, was driven out of hiding by those he had once counted as friends, and decided to return to his master. He sought me in the county where it had been long rumoured I was hiding... helped, of course, by the rats he met along the way. Wormtail has a curious affinity with rats, do you not, Wormtail? His filthy little friends told him there was a place, deep in an Albanian forest, that they avoided, where small animals like themselves had met their deaths by a dark shadow that possessed them..."

"But his journey back to me was not smooth, was it, Wormtail? For, hungry one night, he foolishly stopped at an inn for some food... and whom should he meet there, but one Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Minsitry of Magic?"

"Now see the way that fate favours Lord Voldemort. This might have been the end of Wormtail, and of my last hope for regeneration. But Wormtail - displaying a presence of mind I would never have expected of him - convinced Bertha Jorkins to accompany him on a night time stroll. He overpowered her... and brought her to me. And Bertha Jorkins, who might have ruined it all, proved instead to be a gift beyond my wildest dreams... for, with a little persuasion... she became a veritable mine of information."

"She told me that the Triwizard Tournament would be played at Hogwarts this year. She told me that she knew of a faithful Death Eater who would only be too willing to help me, if I could only contact him. She told me many things... but the means I used to break the Memory Charm upon her were powerful, and when I had extracted all the useful information from her, her mind and body were both damaged beyond repair. She had now served her purpose. I could not possess her. I disposed of her."

"Wormtail's body, of course, was ill-adapted for possession, as all assumed him dead, and would attract far too much attention if seen. However, he was the able-bodied servant I needed, and, poor wizard though he is, Wormtail was able to follow the instructions I gave him, which would return me to a rudimentary, weak body of my own, a body I would be able to inhabit while awaiting the essential ingredients for true rebirth... a spell or two of my own invention... a little help from my dear Nagini... a potion concocted from unicorn blood, and the snake venom Nagini provided... I was soon returned to an almost human form, and strong enough to travel."

"That is when Jakob and Fenwick showed their loyalty, finding us weeks later. But alas, there was no hope of stealing the Philosopher's Stone any more, for I knew that Dumbledore would have seen to it that it was destroyed. But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortal. I set my sights lower... I would settle for my old body back again, and my old strength. I knew that to achieve this - it is an old piece of Dark Magic, the potion that revived me tonight - I would need three powerful ingredients. Well, one of them was already at hand, was it not, Wormtail? Flesh given by the servant..."

"My father's bone, naturally meant that we would have to come here, where he was buried. But the blood of a foe... Wormtail would have had me use any wizard, would you not, Wormtail? Any wizard who had hated me... as so many of them still do. But I knew the one I must use, if I was to rise again, more powerful than I had been when I had fallen. I wanted Harry Potter's blood. I wanted the blood of the one who had stripped me of power thirteen years ago, for the lingering protection his mother once gave him, would then reside in my veins too..."

"But how to get at Harry Potter? For he has been better protected than I think even he knows, protected in ways devised by Dumbledore long ago, when it fell to him to arrange L/N and Potter's futures. Dumbledore invoked an ancient magic, to ensure the Harry Potter's protection as long as he is in their relations' care. Not even I can touch him there... no way to even drag Harry Potter as bait... then, of course, there was the Quiddith World Cup... I thought his protection might be weaker there, away from his relatives and Dumbledore, but I was not yet strong enough to attempt kidnap in he midst of a horde of Ministry wizards. And then, the boy would return to Hogwarts, where he is under the crooked nose of that Muggle-loving fool from morning until night. So how could I take him?"

"Why, by using Bertha Jorkins' information, of course. Using the help of Grindewald, Hawthorne and Rosewood alongside my one faithful Death Eater, stationed at Hogwarts, to ensure that the boy's name was entered into the Goblet of Fire, as well as L/N's, so I could finish what I had started. I would use my Death Eater to ensure that one of the boys won the Tournament - that one of them touched the Triwizard Cup first - the Cup which my Death Eater had turned into a Portkey, which would bring them here, beyond the reach of Dumbledore's help and protection."

Voldemort smirked, turning towards the both of us.

"And here they are......the two boys you all believed to be my downfall......"

"Jakob, Fenwick, and Grimwood." He spoke once more. "I leave the L/N boy to you."

"Do your very worst."

Y/N's POV

As Voldemort finished, the trio of Death Eaters walked towards me, raising their wands.

"CRUCIO!" They shouted, piercing my body with white, hot pain.

I screamed in agony, the pain was atrocious and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"I've truly missed this." Hawthorne smirked. "Are you two enjoying yourselves?"

"Oh yes Fenwick." The unnamed Death Eater spoke. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

"Let's make this even more enjoyable, shall we?" Grindewald asked, moving his wand around as my limbs tightened up.

They were pulling the chains even harder then they were before, holding me in place as I continued to scream.

"Stop it!" Harry shouted. "Don't touch him!"

""You see, I think, how foolish it was to suppose this boy could ever have been stronger than me," Voldemort said, laughing at Y/N's pain. "But I want there to be no mistake in anybody's mind. Harry Potter and Y/N L/N escaped me by a lucky chance. And I am now going to prove my power by killing them, here and now, in front of you all-" Sounds of spell fire and yells cut him off. "Avery, Nott, go assist Grindewald, Hawthorne, and Grimwood in handling L/N. I want to see him beg for my mercy before I reunite him with his blood traitor bitch of a mother."

"Shut up!" I shouted angrily. Causing Grimwood to kick me in the face.

"Quiet, boy!" He scolded. "You have done enough to me, I want to enjoy this!"

"Untie Potter, Wormtail." Voldemort said, and give him back his wand."

3rd Person POV

Harry fell to the ground, looking over at the screaming and cringing Y/N, who continued to be blasted with curses and assaults to his body.

Harry snatched his wand off the floor, the remaining Death Eaters circling around the gaps, making it a tight space.

Harry walked forward, stumbling over as he stopped a few inches away from Voldemort.

"You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter?" Voldemort grinned evilly. "First we bow to each other."

But Harry did not bow, still shaken up.

"Come now, Harry, the niceties must be observed......Dumbledore would like you to show some manners.....I said bow!"

Voldemort flicked his wand, behind Harry's spine as he bent forward.

"Very good." Voldemort said, allowing Harry's spine to straighten itself out. "And now we duel...."

"CRUCIO!"

Voldemort flicked his wand, sending shocks through Harry's body as he cringed on the ground, the sounds of Y/N's painful screams filled his ears.

"Isn't this wonderful, Jakob, my friend?" Fenwick asked sinisterly as they continued to torture Y/N.

"I concur Fenwick." He replied. "I say it's time for him to experience more pain."

Jakob flicked his wand, tightening Y/Ns chains just a bit tighter as they continued to torture the boy.

But suddenly, amongst all of the chaos, Y/Ns eyes began to glow a dark, scarlett red.

"What's happening?" Jakob asked. "What is he doing?"

"I don't know!" Grimwood snarled. "His eyes are changing!"

Y/N's head rose forward, raising his arms forward as the chains snapped behind him, destroyig the tombstone in which he was above.

"Finally." Y/N simply said, grabbing his wand from the ground before walking towards the group dangerously.

"Accio." He said once more, grabbing Crabbe's wand into his hand as he snapped it in half.

Y/N swung his arm, letting the chain smack Fenwick hard in the face as he fell to the ground in pain.

"Filependo." Y/N said, shooting Jakob to the ground before kicking him in the face.

"Bombarda." Y/N said, aiming his wand beneath the ground of Grimwood, who shot into the air before falling onto his face.

Voldemort continued to attack Harry as Y/N held off the Death Eaters, they were persistent, but Y/N shooting a variety of spells with no difficulty, he was able to keep them at bay.

Harry turned around just in time to see his friend's eyes turn back into their usual deep blue, calming down as Voldemort shouted.

"Don't turn your back on me Harry Potter and Y/N L/N!" He boasted. "I want the both of you to look at me when I kill you, I want to see the light leave your eyes!"

Harry and Y/N emerged, angered by Voldemort's consistent boasts. Turning to face the snake faced individual with his followers.

"You want us so badly?" Y/N asked.

"Have it your way." Harry followed.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" The boys casted, merging their spells together as Voldemort countered.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

As the spells collided, two ghostly figures emerged from the the top of Voldemorts wand, one looked very similar to Harry, and the other was old and fragile looking, leaning on a walking stick as he observed the scene.

"He was a real wizard, then?" The old man asked. "Killed me, that one did......you fight him, boys....."

The other figure, was James Potter. Harry's father.

"Harry, Y/N!" The ghost said. "When the connection is broken, you must get to the Portkey. We can delay it for a moment to give you time. Do you understand? Your mother is coming Harry."

A female voice emerged shortly after, with a body following.

It was Lily Potter, Harry's mother.

"Children, you're ready." She said in a calm voice. "Let go!"

She then turned towards Y/N, smiling widely.

"Emily's coming too, Y/N."

Another ghost flew itself out of the wand, one that brought tears to Y/N's eyes. The one woman who he's missed all his life.

Emily L/N, his Mother.

"Mum?" Y/N asked, tearing up.

"It's me sweetheart." Emily smiled. "You've been so brave. I'm so proud to call myself your mother."

Y/N smiled, it was the first time he was hearing his mothers voice.

"I love you Mum." He choked. "I miss you so much every day."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Emily smiled. "Could you tell your father I love him as well?"

"I will." Y/N nodded, feeling a bit of fatigue after the events of today. "I'm getting a bit tired."

"You'll be home soon." Emily said softly. "Rest now, you have a promise to keep."

Y/N nodded, his eyes fluttering with fatigue as the voice of Hermione played through his head.

"I can't lose you Y/N! I don't know what I would do! It would break me......."

"Y/N, I-I love you."

"Promise me you'll come back."

Y/N fell to the ground, unconscious as the connection broke. The ghosts remained as Harry summoned the cup, grabbing ahold of Y/N and Cedric as they warped away.

A/N: Because I did not want to write a 10k word chapter, you will be getting another update tonight! The GOF finale!

Hang on tight!