florence pov

I landed on the ground and I opened my eyes. I was with Harry and Cedric in a graveyard.

"Flo? What are you doing here?" Harry asked frantically as he helped me up.

I quickly looked around, just as confused as he was. "I-I don't know, one minute I'm in the stands, and the next........I'm here." I said slowly.

It was true. The last thing I heard was cheers from the crowd and then I felt a spinning feeling take over.

"You okay?" Cedric asked Harry and I.

I nodded slowly, looking around.

"Yeah. You?" Harry replied.

Cedric didn't give a response. "The cup, it's a port key." He said, sounding amazed. "You must've been transported here too, Florence."

"Why? Do think this is part of the task?" I asked. "But why me? I haven't got anything to do with this."

They both shrugged at me.

"I don't know." Harry said warily. "But something doesn't feel right."

He was right. I had a very bad feeling about this.

The three of us took in our surroundings. I slowly walked over to a grave I never thought I'd have to see.

"Where are we?" Cedric asked, walking around.

"I've been here before." I said shakily as I looked around in fear. "I've been here before, in a dream."

Harry stood beside me and his eyes landed on a grave. Not just any grave, Tom Riddle's grave.

"We need to get back to the cup. Now!" He said, in a voice that sent shivers up my spine.

"What are you two talking about? What do you mean you saw it in a dream?" Cedric asked.

All of our heads jolted to the side as we heard a door being opened. Harry cried out in pain and fell to the floor beside me, clutching his scar.

"Harry?!" I cried as I fell to the floor beside him, trying to help him up.

Cedric ran over to us. "Hey hey?! What's going on?!" He asked me frantically, kneeling beside Harry.

"Get back to the cup!" I yelled, trying to get a hold of Harry.

Wormtail appeared from the door, carrying something. An evil grin was plastered across his face.

Cedric jumped up and pointed his wand at them. "Who are you? What do you want?" He demanded.

"Kill the spare." The deformed creature hissed from Wormtail's arms.

Wormtail raised his wand and yelled "Avada Kedavra!"

And then it happened.

A green light emitted from his wand.

And shot at Cedric.

Hitting him straight in the chest.

He twisted in the air.

And dropped his wand.

As his body hit the floor.

I screamed. "Cedric!"

"No!" Harry yelled.

We both ran over to Cedric's body.

It felt as though someone has just ripped my heart from my chest. I started sobbing.

Wormtail turned his wand to Harry and I, and I felt my body being thrown beside his, against a statue. The statue wrapped it's stone arms around us and we couldn't move a muscle. We both struggled and squirmed, trying to get free. It was no use.

My face was wet with tears that wouldn't stop falling. I was in complete shock. How could that all have happened so quickly?

Harry turned to face me. "Hey, listen to my voice." Harry whispered shakily. "Listen to my voice. You're okay. I'm here."

I turned to face him and nodded shakily, but not even he could calm me down after what had just happened.

"Do it! Now!" The creature commanded.

Wormtail dropped the deformed creature into a boiling cauldron.

"Bone of father." He recited as he raised a bone from Tom Riddle's fathers grave. "Unwillingly given." He dropped the bone into the cauldron.

"Flesh of the servant." He raised up a knife and sliced off his own hand while screaming. "W-willingly sacrificed."

"Blood of enemy." He turned towards Harry and sliced a knife across his skin. "Forcibly taken."

Wormtail dropped some of Harry's blood from the knife into the bubbling cauldron.

Harry winced in pain beside me. I couldn't take it.

"Stop it!" I cried desperately.

Wormtail turned his attention to me and grinned horribly. "Ah, I almost forgot." He walked over to me. "Blood from firstborn....................forcibly taken."

He raised the knife and sliced it across my arm.

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harry pov

What did he mean firstborn? Firstborn to who? Just any firstborn?

Florence cried out in pain from her open wound.

Leaning back in pain, the blood was seeping from her arm and dripping to the ground. Before I got to say anything, the pain from my scar doubled and I cried out in agony.

"The dark lord shall rise.....again!" Wormtail commanded.

The cauldron burst into violent flames and rose into the air. A black smoke burst out and slowly took shape of a figure.

The smoke slowly settled. There was a tall figure, with paper white skin and snake like eyes staring straight at Wormtail.

Voldemort himself walked out of the ashes of the fire.

He's back.

Voldemort is back.

Florence gasped beside me. I tried again to escape the statues grip, hitting and punching the cold stone, but nothing worked.

Voldemort glared at Wormtail. "My wand, Wormtail."

Wormtail looked in awe at the sight of Voldemort standing before him as he bowed and handed over his wand.

Voldemort looked over his wand and smirked. "Hold out your arm, Wormtail."

He did so. Voldemort held his wand to his skin and a dark mark began to appear. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the wind picked up around us. A huge dark mark appeared in the sky and started glowing green.

"No. No." Florence muttered beside me, shaking her head in denial.

Deatheaters appeared from explosions of black smoke all around him in a circle.

"Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been and yet, here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself...... disappointed." Voldemort said, as he looked around at his followers. "Not one of you tried to find me." He raised his wand at one of the deatheaters.

"Crabbe!" The mask flew off the mans face and he fell to his knees.

"Mcnair!" The same thing happened. "Goyle!"

He did this until there was only one deatheater left standing.

"Not even you.....Lucius."

Draco's father. That awful man we met in the bookstore in second year.

"My lord, had I detected any sign of whisper of your whereabouts-"

"There were signs my slippery friend. And more than whispers." Voldemort spat, angrily.

"I assure you my lord, I have never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present to each day since your absence, that is my true mask."

"I returned." Wormtail spoke, almost as if he was bragging. He cowered down as Voldemort walked towards him.

"Out of fear, not loyalty. Still, you have proved yourself useful in these last few months, Wormtail." Voldemort waved his wand over Wormtail's severed hand to form a new one made of silver.

He admired it with awe and held it up in the moonlight. "Thank you, master. Thank you."

Voldemort walked towards Cedric's body and moved his face over with his foot. "Oh, tsk tsk tsk. Such a handsome boy."

"Don't touch him!" Florence yelled from beside me.

Voldemort turned to us both and smiled with a face that I've only ever seen in my nightmares. "Harry! Florence! Oh, I'd almost forgotten you two were here, standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days, Harry. 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?"

I stayed silent as I looked Voldemort in his snake-like eyes, determined not the show any fear.

"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."

Florence's hand was so close to mine on the statues grip. I felt her pinky gently touch my hand.

Voldemort's eyes immediately landed on it. Florence gasped and quickly pulled her finger away. For a brief second, he almost looked shocked.

"Oh. Oh my." He slowly grinned. "How.... precious. Young love. Tell me Harry, what is Florence's second name?" He asked.

I struggled as I turned to look at her. It's Bailey. Why is he asking me this? She looked desperately back at me.

"Yes, the girl you think you know has been cowering behind a false one. She has been lying to you. All this time. I bet you thought you knew her. No one does. Would you like me to tell you who she really is?"

I remained silent. He was lying of course. He's trying to get in my head. Her second name is Bailey, right?

"Riddle. Florence Riddle."

My eyes widened, and it hit me, blood from firstborn............Voldemort's firstborn.

"Ah so she didn't tell you. Well, surprise oh great chosen one! Meet. My. Daughter."

I turned to face her. Florence looked longingly at me with tears rolling down her already tear streaked face.

I couldn't believe this. The betrayed. I couldn't even grasp the possibility-

"Harry, I can explain-"

"Hush now Florence, or I'll have to kill you too. Now, where were we? Ah yes. When sweet mummy Potter provided you with the ultimate protection Harry, I could not touch you. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen." Voldemort walked close to me and reached his hand towards my face. "But no matter, no matter. Things have changed. I can touch you now."

He put his finger to my forehead and I felt an agonising pain fill my body. I cried out as he pressed his whole palm to my head.

Florence squirmed and winced as she tried to free herself from the grip of the stone statue. My screams seemed to echo around the deserted graveyard.

Voldemort began laughing as he tore his hand away and the pain ceased. "Astonishing what a few drop of your blood will do, eh you two?"

The statue loosened it's grip and let us both free. We fell to the floor and Wormtail grabbed onto Florence, holding her back before she got a chance to run.

"Pick up your wand Potter!" He commanded as I collapsed to the floor. "I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up!"

I quickly stood up and grabbed my wand.

"You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes?"

I stayed silent. Think, Harry, think.

"First, we bow to each other. Come on now Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he? I said bow!" He waved his wand and commanded me to bend down.

"That's better. And now......crucio!"

"NO!" I heard Florence's strained scream through her crying.

I felt pain fill every inch of my body. I fell to the ground as it felt like hundreds of knifes were being stabbed into me all at once.

"Attaboy Harry. Your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy muggle mother."

I raised my wand at him and yelled "Expellairmus!"

He dodged it and walked over to me, angrily. "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. Now get up!"

He forced me into my feet and stood back, shooting another spell my way.

I ran behind a large headstone and tried to get my breath back. Everything hurt. I was terrified. I was broken.

"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 light leave your eyes!"

I looked over at Florence, she was trying desperately to fight against Wormtail's grip. Even though the pain of her betrayal and lies stung me like a thousand bees, she looked at me and mouthed through her quivering lip "I'm with you."

That. That was it. That's what gave me the power to keep on going.

I breathed through my clenched teeth.

I was angry now.

I forced myself up and walked out from behind the headstone. "Have it your way."

I raised my want. We were now in duelling position. This was it, life or death.

At the same time we both cast our spells.

"Expellairmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A stream of red sparks exploded from my wand and clashed with the green of Voldemort's. I held him off for a few seconds but I could feel his power taking over.

"Do nothing! He's mine to finish!" He ordered to his deatheaters. "He's mine!"

I raised my other hand to the wand and I began to feel a tiny bit stronger against him. A blinding flash of light emitted and a patronus appeared beside me.

It was a stag.

Voldemort looked around in anger.

Then one by one three bright lights appeared. Those lights were people. My mother, my father, and Cedric.

"When the connection is broken you must get back to the portkey, you and Florence, my boy." My father said. "We can linger for a moment to give you some time but only a moment. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Harry, take my body back will you? Take my body back to my father." Cedric said.

"Let go. Sweetheart, you're ready." My mother's voice filled me up with warmth. "Let go! Let go!"

I took a moment to look at them, wishing they were real. Then I nodded. I knew what I had to do.

I tore my wand away from Voldemort just as Florence slipped away from Wormtail's grip. She ran to me and we collided into each others arms.

The flashes of light surrounded Voldemort and he fell back along with Wormtail.

I grabbed Florence's hand and she held onto Cedric as I gripped onto the portkey.

I felt the spinning feeling again and we all landed roughly on the ground of the quidditch pitch.