I took a deep, shaky breath and walked towards the Quidditch pitch, Star and Draco by my side. I looked up at the pitch. It was once clear and beautiful, but now it was covered in dense, tall bushes.

"Are you ready?" Star asked, clapping my shoulder in encouragement.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied hesitantly.

"You're going to be great!" my friend said happily. "I know it. I mean, all you have to do is get through a maze with some monsters in it. Not that hard, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I need the champions to come to the maze!" yelled the announcer.

Star gave me a quick hug. "Good luck!" She turned around and dashed into the stands. I started walking towards the maze, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Hey, Y/n," said Draco. "Good luck."

"Thanks," I answered before taking off for the maze.

The announcer addressed the crowd. "Thank you for joining us for the third task of the Triwizard Tournament! Today, the five champions will be racing through the maze to find the Triwizard Cup. Whoever finds the cup first will be the outright winner!"

I looked around at the other champions. I could see their fear through their bitten lips, fidgeting hands, and shaky breaths. Except for Viktor Krum, of course. He looked like a statue.

"Y/n Potter will enter the maze first, thanks to the ninety-five points she earned from the other tasks."

Madam Hooch led me to the entrance and I timidly walked in, my fingers wrapped tightly around my wand. As I ventured into the maze, the sounds from the crowd died down, until I could only hear my footsteps and the rustle of leaves in the wind.

I stopped, listening to something new. Light but fast steps were circling me, but I couldn't see anything coming. I jumped backwards as a giant spider shot out into the walkway from inside of the bushes.

"Flipendo!" I screamed, knocking the spider back and away from me. It flipped onto its back, legs standing up in the air. I carefully walked around the creature.

A screech echoed from somewhere near me. Scared, I tried making my way towards the wailing. I looked down one path to saw Fleur Delacore entrapped in the leaves of the bushy wall, and I ran towards her to help.

"Diffindo," I said, using my wand to direct the spell around Fleur, slicing the plants off of her. I pulled her from the bush and laid her on the ground, grabbing her wand to put red sparks into the air. She was unconscious.

I ran from the scene before Madam Hooch could find me and make me leave with Fleur. Trying to make it to the center of the maze first, I jogged through the pathways.

I heard another yelp and dashed towards the sound. The sight of Viktor Krum attacking Cedric sent a fresh wave of fear into me. I shot a spell at Viktor, removing him from the Hufflepuff, and watched as flashes of anger, confusion, and fear moved in his eyes.

"Thank you, Y/n," Cedric said as I helped him up. "Hey, Harry!"

I turned around to see my brother approaching us. "The cup is right there," he said. "We should all go together."

"You two can take the cup, Y/n saved me, after all," Cedric responded, leaning on me for support.

"You should come with us," I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the cup. "Just because I saved you doesn't mean you didn't work hard to get here too."

"On three," Harry said once we were at the cup, "we'll all grab it."

"One, two, three!"

We placed our hands on the side of the cup, expecting to just grab it, but instead, the sound of rushing wind filled my head while my stomach was filled with nausea. I could still feel Cedric's arm around my shoulders, and that was the only comfort I got in that second of sickness.

Pain flared through me as I landed roughly on the ground. I sat down, my head spinning. I opened my eyes once my vision came back only to find that we were in a graveyard. I saw Cedric laying near me, limbs spread apart like he had crashed down face-first. Harry was next to me, rubbing his forehead with his eyes closed.

As the pain from my body dispersed, it seemed to focus on my neck, where my scar was. It burned as if someone were drawing a steak knife over it slowly and choppily.

"The twins are here. I'll rid us of the spare," said a hoarse voice. "Avada Kedavra!"

I opened my mouth in protest, but my throat felt so dry that no sound came out. I turned to Cedric to see the colour drained from his face. He was dead.

Suddenly, there was a chain around my wrists and I was being dragged through the graveyard. Harry was next to me, in the same predicament. The person pulling us slammed us against the bottom of a large statue and put a bar over us so we couldn't move. He walked away, dark cloak over his head to hide his identity.

Our kidnapper picked up a small bundle of robes in the way a mother would carry her newborn child. He walked over to a large cauldron, and my neck seared with pain again as he passed us. A snake slithered around his feet while an agitated voice called out, "Hurry!"

"It is ready, master!" the cloaked man said.

"Now," the voice said angrily.

The cloaked man unwrapped the robes from the bundle to reveal a frail and hairless child. Its face was flat and snake-like, with eyes the colour of blood. The child fell into the cauldron, creating a small splash.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given," he said, using his wand to pull a chalky bone from the grave I sat upon. He threw it into the cauldron, then pulled out a knife. "Flesh of the servant, willingly given." I flinched as he sliced his hand off. "Blood of the enemy," he added, walking over to me and Harry, knife in hand, "forcibly taken." He grabbed our arms roughly and drew the blade over our skin, slicing it open to draw blood. After putting it in the cauldron, he replaced the knife with his wand and spoke again. "Renew, revive, resurrect!"

I squirmed, trying to deal with the burning pain in my neck and my arm. My scar continued to flare, worsening as the cauldron bubbled. A man stood from inside it, skin white and blue. The cloaked man gave him a robe, and he stepped from the cauldron.

Lord Voldemort had risen again.