Harry’s POV:

Me and Cedric have been ported to a graveyard. Cedric looked around before speaking.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, you?”

Cedric nods and looks around again. “Where are we?”

I couldn’t help but feel uneasy as I looked around, but that’s when I realized how familiar this place has been. “I've been here before.”

“It's a portkey. Harry, the cup is a portkey.”

“I've been here before in a dream. Cedric, we have to get back to the cup? Now!” I shouted, looking at Cedric.

“What are you talking about?” I let out a shout and held his head; I was in pain. “What is it?”

“Get back to the cup!”

Wormtail and Voldemort emerge to view and Cedric moves from being next to me and points his wand at them. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“Kill the spare.” Voldemort whispered. Wormtail casts a spell and kills Cedric.

“Cedric!” I shout as I see Cedric lying dead on the ground. Wormtail pulls me closer, a status grabs hold and traps me.

“Do it, now!”

Wormtail drops something into a cauldron, I watch on; not like I was really gen a choice.

Peter started talking nonsense as he moved around. “Bones of the father, unwillingly given.” A bone hovers in the air under Wormtail's control, he drops it into the cauldron. “Flesh of the servent willingly sacrificed.” He takes a knife and slashes his arm over the cauldron. “Blood of the enemy forcibly taken.” He takes the knife to me and cuts at my arm. I shout. Wormtail takes the knife over to the cauldron and lets the drops fall into it. “The dark lord shall rise again.”

The cauldron bursts into flame and a reformed Voldemort emerges. “My wand Wormtail.” Wormtail hands him the wand and bows deeply. “Hold out your arm.”

“Master. Thank you master.”

“The other arm Wormtail.”

Wormtail looks concerned, but does it anyway. Voldemort sticks the wand into Wormtail's arm. The sky changes, others have been summoned.

“Welcome my friends. Thirty years it's been, and yet you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself disappointed, not one of you tried to find me.” Voldemort begins slashing angrily at the hooded figures. “Not even you, Lucius.”

My heart dropped. Lucius? As in Lucius Malfoy?

And sure enough, once the mask dropped, it was Draco’s dad. His dad was a Death Eater!? My heart dropped.

“My lord. Had I detected any sign or even a whisper of your whereabouts.”

“There were signs my friend, and more than whispers.”

“I assure you I never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence, that was my true mask. Draco, lured the boy in to trust my family, too. That’s why he was so easy to bring.”

“Yes… I heard about your boy's relationship with this half-blood. You’re telling me you allowed this?”

“Only to help bring you back-”

“No! Draco and I love each other! He would have never agreed if he knew-”

“Shut up silly boy!”

“I returned.” Peter whimpered.

“Out of fear, not loyalty. Still you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail.” Voldemort grants Wormtail a new hand.

“Thank you master, thank you.”

Voldemort walked over to Cedric’s dead body and used his foot to caress his face. “Oh, such a handsome boy.”

“Don't touch him.” I struggle to get free.

“Harry! Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days. The boy who lived. How lies have fed your legend Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? It was love. You see when dear sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch you. It was old magic, something I should have forseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed, I can touch you now!”

Voldemort puts his hand on my head and he screams. “Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do eh, Harry? Pick up your wand, Potter. I said pick it up, get up. Get up! You've been taught how to duel I presume yes? First we bow to each other. Come on now Harry the niceties must be observed, Dumbledore would not want you to forget your manners now would he? I said bow!” Voldemort forces Harry to bow with magic.

“That's better. And now…” Voldemort casts at me and I wriggle in pain. “Atta boy Harry, your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy mongrel mother. I'm going to kill you Harry Potter, I'm going to destroy you. After tonight no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight if they speak of you they'll speak only of how you begged for death, and I being a merciful lord obliged. Get up.” Voldemort pulls me to my feet, I begin to move away. “Don't you turn your back on me Harry Potter I want you to look at me when I kill you, I want to see the lights leave your eyes.”

I take a step toward Voldemort. “Have it your way.” We both cast and our streams of magic meet. We both struggle.

“Do nothing. He is mine to finish. He's mine!” Voldemort shouts as the others try to step in. Shapes form in the surrounding magical energy. Voices start to be heard and people started to show.

“Harry when the connection is broken you must get to the portkey. We can delay it for a moment to give you time but only for a moment, do you understand?” Barty speaks calmly.
                        
“Harry take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father.” Cedric says with a smile.

“Let go, Harry. You’re ready.” Barty smiles.

The connection breaks, I run over to Cedric's body and summon the cup over to us. In an instant, we port out.

Back at the arena I appear with Cedric's body. The crowd don't understand what has taken place and they all cheer, triumphant music starts to play. I weep on Cedric's body.

“Harry! Harry!” Dumbledore shouts. “Tell me what happened!”

“He's back, he's back! Voldemort's back. Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him, not there.”

“It's alright Harry. It's alright, he's home, you both are.”

“Keep everybody in their seats. A boy has just been killed. The body must be moved, Dumbledore, there are... too many people.” Fudge spoke in a panic.

“Let me through! That's my son! My boy!” Amos breaks down wailing. Mad-Eye started to drag me away but then Draco grabbed me. I instantly hugged him tightly as I cried. “He’s dead… It’s all my fault! He was trying to save me!”

“I know, I know.” Draco whispers as he rubbed my back. Moody ended up pulling me away from Draco. I tried to fight back but it was no use. Draco just watched uneasily as I was pulled away. He then turned and looked back at Blaise who was walking to him. That was all I was able to see until I was dragged out of the arena.

I couldn’t focus on anything else. I just let Moody drag me off to his office.Moody enters the room and I follow before he closes the door behind us. I sat down on the bed, still sobbing.

“Are you alright Potter?” I nod. “Does it hurt?”

“Not so much now.”

“I'd better take a look at it.” Moody took my arm and looked it over. He hummed and pushed his finger on the cut, causing the blood to go on his finger.

I pull my arm away and sigh. “The cup was a portkey. Someone had bewitched it.”

“What was it like? What was he like?”

“Who?”

“The dark lord. What was it like to stand in his presence?”

“I dunno. It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams. One of my nightmares.” I mumble, scared and confused.
                        
Mad-Eye starts shaking and struggling for air, he reaches for his bottle but it's empty. He rushes to a chest with other bottles and struggles to find one. It was odd to say the lease, it was like he was having some sort of reaction to the air. I didn’t pay much mind to him though, I was too focused on what I just witnessed and my arm was still bleeding.

“Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?”

I was about to answer but stop myself. “Um. I don't think I said anything about a graveyard Professor.”

I felt uneasy as Moody turned and looked at me. “Marvellous creatures dragons aren't they?” Moody spoke, imitating Hagrid. “Do you think that miserable oaf would have led you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it? Do you think Cedric Diggory would have told you to hold the egg under the water if I hadn't have told him first myself? Do you think Neville Longbottom the witless wonder could have provided you with gilliweed if I hadn't have given him the book that led you straight to it? Huh??”

I was confused. I wanted to know what was going on but I couldn't think straight. I didn’t know what to do so I said the first thing I could think of with the state I was in.

“It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the goblet of fire. You bewitched Krum. But…” Mad-Eye makes sobbing noises; making fun of me.

“You won because I made it so, Potter. You ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done. The blood that runs through these veins runs within the dark lord. Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Harry Potter.”

A flash of magic occurs and Mad-Eye is knocked into the wall. Dumbledore and Snape come rushing in, Draco following in right after and immediately running to my side and hugging me. Dumbledore takes Mad-Eye by the neck… “Severus…” Snape administers some veritaserum. Mad-Eye wriggles demonically as Dumbledore lets go.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Albus Dumbledore.”

“Are you Alastor Moody? Are ya?”

“No.”

“Is he in this room? Is he in this room?”

Moody nods at the chest that made the screaming noise a few days ago. The one he told me to not go near or touch.

Dumbledore shouted at me. “Harry, get away from there!” I stand up and Draco takes me with him to stand next to the desk. Dumbledore approaches the chest. The chest opens, it contains a series of smaller chests. When the final chest is open, Draco and I walk over and we see that there's a pit within holding a man; the real Alastor Moody.

“Are you alright Alastor?”

“I'm sorry Albus.”

“That's Moody, but then who's...?” I trail off and look at Dumbledore. Dumbledore holds up one of Mad-Eye's Bottles to Snape.

“Polyjuice potion.”

“Now we know who's been stealing it from your store, Severus.” Dumbledore looks into the pit and I look at Snape to see him already looking at me. He glared at me and I gave him a knowing smirk. Draco kissed my head as I turned back to look at him.

“We'll get you up in a minute.” Dumbledore spoke.

Alastor Moody groans. The Mad-Eye Moody they have captive in a chair begins to twitch about restlessly making strange noises. He appears to be transforming. He rips off his fake eyepiece which falls on the floor, we see that he's transformed into Barty Crouch Junior.

“Barty Crouch Junior.”

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours.” Barty says with a smirk, talking to me directly.

Barty Jr rolls up his sleeve to reveal a skull and snake marking.

“Your arm Harry.” Dumbledore grabs my arm and pulls me from Draco’s grip to get closer.

“You know what this means don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned.” Barty laughed and licked his lips.

“Send an owl to Azkaban, think they'll find they're missing a prisoner.”

“I'll be welcomed back like a hero.” Barty shouts.

“Perhaps. Personally I've never had much time for heroes.”