'The two most important days in your life

Are the day you were born

And the day you find out why'

-Mark Twain

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"...The cup is a portkey... Harry, Adeline could've been taken here too..." Cedric Diggory reasoned, looking around the graveyard, not understanding why they were there; surely they'd be back at Hogwarts by now?

Harry's heart sank at Cedric's words as the two inspected the graveyard.

"I've been here before... in a dream..." Harry muttered, his heart picking up pace as reality dawned on him, spying a grave reading Tom Riddle. "Cedric we have to get back to the cup! Now!"

However, before Cedric could question Harry's desperate voice, Harry had already collapsed on his knees in agony as his scar burned ferociously, yelling out in pain. As Cedric made his way over to Harry, he tried his best to talk through the searing pain:

"NO! GET BACK TO THE CUP!"

But he didn't have a chance; by the time Cedric was about a meter from Harry, the Hufflepuff champion spotted two silhouettes emerging from the shadows, to which one deemed restless. Raising his wand, Cedric pointed it at the silhouettes, threatening to take action.

"Who are you? What do you want?" He called bravely, though he was inwardly terrified.

"Kill the spare." Came a raspy voice. Confused, Harry saw just in time as Peter Pettigrew drew a wand, green light shooting out of it at the Hufflepuff, hitting him squarely in the chest, falling to the ground; lifeless.

"NO! CEDRIC!" Harry cried out, trying to get to the fallen boy.

Harry didn't get to think any further as Peter Pettigrew used the wand to push Harry back forcefully into a large sculpture of, presumably, the Grim Reaper, whose scythe moved and held him captive. Only then did he see Adeline on the ground.

A tight rope was over her mouth, restraining her from talking, her ankles and wrists bound by rope. Adeline's eyes were scared, her yelling for Cedric muffled as she squirmed, tears building in her eyes. As Pettigrew's back was facing her, she managed to wriggle to her knees, but fell to her back again. Trying a new way, she then bent her knees, sat up, and stood with great effort.

Seeing Harry's eyes looking behind him, Pettigrew turned around and spotted her, waving the wand to push her back down, Adeline's' muffled shrieks of pain and struggle going through Harry like physical pain as his anxious eyes met her pleading ones.

"Do it now..." The rasping voice met his ears again, and Harry realised it was coming from an odd-looking creature in Peter Pettigrew's arms, to which resembled the size of a baby wrapped in black cloth, only its ugly, pale face visible.

Harry and Adeline watched in horror as Pettigrew dropped the creature into a bubbling cauldron, to which was in the middle of the graveyard. Harry knew what was happening and he wished to be anywhere else but there, but he was confused; why did they need Adeline? If Pettigrew or anyone hurt her...

Pleading it to drown, Adeline squirmed and tried to break free as she watched Peter Pettigrew, who resembled a rat, complete an odd sort of... ritual, her stomach churning in distress at the sight of the potion.

He summoned a bone from a nearby grave with his wand; it floated mid-air, Adeline taking her chance. Not even needing to concentrate, Adeline used her magic to put the bone back into the grave, maintaining eye contact with the object, Wormtail confused as to why this bone was resisting, until he saw that it was, in fact, Adeline causing it.

Not being able to say a word, for if he did, there would be disastrous consequences to the potion and the master within, Pettigrew slashed his wand in Adeline's direction. Once again, Adeline's muffled shriek broke Harry's heart as he saw tears streaking rapidly down her face.

"NO! DON'T TOUCH HER! DON'T TOUCH HER!" Harry cried, trying to wriggle free desperately with no success, tears jerking to his eyes as he couldn't do anything to help, Adeline shaking her head at him to shut up or he'll get hurt.

It was odd: the spell seemed weak, as it had only cut a line across her black school tights on her left leg, though it was powerful enough to cut the ropes binding her ankles together somehow, which Harry noticed at once, but she showed no sign of faking it as she tried her best to reduce her sobbing.

Wormtail, however, did not halt, and continued to levitate the bone into the potion, though not before saying:

"Bone of the father, unwillingly given."

He then brought a knife to his wrist, hovering it over the potion: Adeline stared at the knife and blinked, causing the knife to slip out of his hold and into the potion.

Almost.

"Flesh of the servant... willingly sacrificed."

Pettigrew had caught it, somehow, and had proceeded to slice his hand off into the potion; he took a few sharp breaths, his figure trembling, but he dare not say a word, Harry cringing at the sight.

Turning around, Pettigrew made his way over to Harry with the knife, Adeline's' shrieking turning to sobbing as Harry screamed in pain whilst Wormtail cut into his wrist.

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken."  And he dripped the blood into the potion.

He didn't stop there.

Pettigrew started walking towards Adeline, taking out not his wand, but a sharper, magical knife from his jacket.

"Skin of the child..."

He brought the knife to the back of her left hand, slicing a thin layer of skin off: Adeline screamed and writhed, more tears cascading down her cheeks as her muffled sobs made tears stream down Harry's face; she seemed to have cried harder when he was hurt.

However, no blood came out of the wound.

"...swiftly removed." And as Peter Pettigrew added the skin to the potion, leaving a stinging sensation upon Adeline's hand, he then said the final words.

"The Dark Lord shall rise again..."

Then her world turned to darkness as her body fell limp.

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There was a ringing in her ears; her vision blurred as her fear and anger unleashed, her magic ripping the ropes that restrained her as she heard Harry's cry of pain. She stood abruptly, her body shaking as she tried her best to ignore the stinging pain on her hand and the throbbing of her head.

Looking around, squinting her eyes to see better, she saw about a dozen of cloaked figures with odd masks hiding their faces. Then she spotted him with his finger to Harry's scar, laughing at the boys' pain.

"STOP!" She yelled, Voldemort subsiding his torture to face Adeline.

"My daughter..." He whispered, Harry watching in horror as Voldemort glided over to her so they were a mere inch apart. "How long it has been... Tell me dear child, do you know of your origins?"

"You are no father of mine." Adeline spat, not shrinking down at his glare. "You're a murderer. YOU'RE A MONSTER, AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT--!"

"SILENCE!" He bellowed and, turning his wand around in his hand threateningly, continued, an evil glint in his eye. "What if there was a potion; a potion that turned everyday things into dark objects that did the evilest of magic? After years of studying the art of dark magic, what if I created it?"

He paced around the graveyard, but kept his eyes on Adeline; everyone was silent, even Harry, who felt close to breaking, one word repeating in his mind; daughter...

He felt betrayed. She was a traitor, just like Christine; He should have just listened to Hermione. Why does he have to trust so easily? However, there was a small tingle in his heart; Adeline had never acted evil. She is too kind, too good to be Voldemort's daughter... he didn't know what to think.

"What if I found out how to make it so a human can be turned dark; into a monster? A powerful follower? What if I succeeded?" He stopped his pacing, walking slowly to Adeline. "What if your mother contributed?"

By now, he was an inch away from Adeline, whose mind was racing, head battling heart.

"What if that monster... is you?"

Her breath hitched as he said this, backing away from him slowly, stumbling slightly and shaking her head desperately.

"Impossible..." She managed to whisper, but Voldemort shook his head.

"If it's impossible then how would I be able to do this...?" He lurched forward and grabbed her left wrist suddenly, placing two of his fingers where her pulse would be.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Harry shouted, but it was too late.

An odd tingling sensation was felt in her feet, soon rising up her body; Voldemort stepped back, laughing like a maniac as they all watched a black smoke consume her whole, before revealing pure evil.

No longer stood a freckle-faced girl with short, dark brown hair. No longer stood a girl with piercing grey eyes. No longer stood Adeline Riddle.

Now stood a girl without a sign of imperfection; her hair was black, rid of Adeline's ringlets. Now stood a girl with red eyes, an evil smirk playing at her lips. Now stood a monster.

"ADELINE!" Harry shouted desperately, tears streaking down his face.

"She's gone."

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He was heartbroken when forced to duel Voldemort and Adeline.

Harry had been dueling both of them desperately, the Death Eaters watching but not allowed to interfere. Their spells collided; Voldemort with the killing curse and Harry with the disarming charm, Adeline beside Voldemort watching with a smirk.

Shouting with rage as neither spell overruled the other, Voldemort called to his daughter to stun Harry, which would certainly give him an advantage. Harry watched, close to more tears, as Adeline raised her arm to do as told.

He was so close to giving up. He was so close to just letting the green light consume him; he had no chance. About to just drop his wand, Harry's hope returned to him as he saw Adeline's evil smirk falter, and his faith was restored when he saw her drop her hand.

This all went unnoticed by Voldemort, who was concentrating more on winning than surviving.

Black smoke once again covered Adeline, and her freckles returned to her face; her brown hair was back, her eyes the same as always; the monster was gone.

For now, anyway.

She quickly realised what was happening and didn't hesitate to freeze every Death Eater in sight as they made a move toward her; turning back to Harry, she saw a few ghost looking people somehow break the connection from the two spells, Voldemort getting pushed back onto the ground.

Adeline didn't hesitate to grab Harry's wrist as he took hold of Cedric's shirt and the Tri-wizard cup, to which was a portkey, both fourteen year olds hearing Voldemort's shout of "NO!" as the world around them started spinning, and they were transported back to Hogwarts.

A/N:

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Well that was fun