"What?" Marina's voice cracked. She shook her head and looked up at Harry, seeing him as a blurry dot because of the tears in her eyes.

"Let's grab it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it, Marina," he said. She got up from the ground; the pain in her leg traveled through and up her body, a loud groan forming in her stomach and chest. The noise escaped her lips when Harry continued, "We have helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here."

"I don't think we can do that, Potter," she answered, clutching her leg with her hand as the blood flowed down it.

"They can't stop us."

When she looked at him again, he was smiling a weak smile. "You're crazy, Potter, do you know that?"

She tried to ignore her pain when they together walked toward the end of the Tournament. Although her hand was covered in crimson, thick blood, Harry reached for it. She intertwined their fingers quickly without thinking much about it. She could feel his fingers tremble. He was afraid. And so was she.

"On three, right?" said Harry. "One - two - three -"

The pair grabbed the cup, their free hands finding their ways to each their handle. Instantly, their feet had left the ground. A howl of colors blinded them. They were pulled upwards, before they suddenly slammed into the ground. Marina's leg gave away, and she fell face-first on the ground. The next thing she saw was darkness; a black pit.

"Where are we?" Harry asked.

They had left the Hogwarts grounds, and traveled hundreds of miles. They were in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right.

"Is this a part of the task?" he asked, his eyes still on the old house. "Marina?"

Marina tried to answer, but couldn't press out a single word. Trying to move, she found herself almost paralyzed. Was it because of her loss of blood? Had her body panicked? She was finally able to open an eye. Harry was no longer looking at her. Looking behind him, she spotted leaves from the big tree across the graveyard suddenly falling to the ground. Out of the dark shadows, someone was coming; a figure. Could it be-

"Marina, I don't think we're alone," Harry whispered, taking a step back. Cold and wet grass met with Marina's face and lips when she tried to speak and ending up diving deeper into the ground. She doubted the shadow was her father. Whoever it was, was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face.

Then, she realized who it was: Peter. This was her father's return. He was bringing him back.

Harry drew his wand slightly as Peter stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. And then, without warning, Harry shrieked; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground. Marina's whole chest filled with a horrible feeling.

Peter put the thing he was carrying down on the ground and walked up to Harry with heavy steps. He grabbed Harry by his collar, and forced him to look at him.

"You!" Harry gasped. But Peter ignored him, and started to tie Harry's hands behind his back. Once sure that Harry was bound, he grabbed Harry's wand and walked away without saying a word.

"Grab her," said a dark voice. Marina could hear steps coming toward her. She closed her eye again right before Peter grabbed her, lifting her from the ground. "Bring her to me."

There was really no doubt who the voice belonged to. Her father. Filled with terror, she thought about all the times he had made her hurt and torture innocents in her dreams, telling her that she was practicing to injure Harry. But now, when he actually was with her, she didn't want to hurt Harry. Was she scared? And if so, who was she scared of? Her own father? If she played unconscious, he'd maybe hurt Harry himself instead of making her do it...

Peter threw Marina's body down on the grass again. After a few seconds, once certain that he had walked away, she dared to open her eyes. She was laying by a cauldron. He had found his wand, and whatever was in the cauldron seemed to heat fast, as the surface began sending out fiery sparks.

"It is ready, Master."

Marina could feel and hear her heart rush out more blood to her veins. Something big was coming, but she couldn't even move. She saw that the thing Peter had been carrying had the shape of a crouched human child, except that she had never seen anything less like a child. It was hairless and scaly-looking, a dark, raw, reddish black. Its arms and legs were thin and feeble, its face snakelike. The thing seemed almost helpless; it raised its thin arms, put them around Peter's neck, and he lifted it.

Peter lowered the creature into the cauldron. There was a hiss, and it vanished below the surface; its frail body hit the bottom with a soft thud.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son! Flesh – of the servant – w-willingly given – you will – revive – your master." Marina realized what Peter was about to do a second before it happened. This was her father's return. "B-blood of the enemy... forcibly taken... you will... resurrect your foe. "

Then, to Marina's absolute horror, he pulled out a silver dagger and poked his finger on it as if he needed to see how sharp he was. Then, he turned to her. She squeezed her eyes shut once more, and prepared to feel sharp, impaling pain. Maybe she was the body her father needed to sacrifice for his return... His own blood...

Without her being able to move, he slid the edge of the dagger alongside her leg, gathering blood that had come from her injury.

Marina felt her stomach twist when Harry screamed. She looked his way. Peter has walked away from her and was now standing beside him, the point of the silver dagger penetrating the crook of Harry's right arm. Blood was seeping down the sleeves of his torn robes.

The sight made Marina clasp a hand against her lips. She discovered she could finally move again.

Peter staggered back to the cauldron with Marina and Harry's blood mixed on his dagger, and let it pour into it. The liquid within turned, instantly, a blinding white. With his job done, he dropped to his knees beside the cauldron.

And then, suddenly, the sparks emanating from the cauldron were extinguished. A surge of white steam billowed thickly from the cauldron instead; the dark outline of a man, tall and skeletally thin, rising slowly from inside the cauldron.

"Robe me," said the high, cold voice from behind the steam, and Peter, sobbing and moaning, scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground, got to his feet, reached up, and pulled them one-handed over his master's head. The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, and Marina stared into his face. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snake with slits for nostrils...

Lord Voldemort had risen again.

She couldn't hold back her outcries now. This was not the man she had seen in her dreams. Tom Riddle had a new body now. Her surprise pouring out of her, her father turned to her, his expression growing almost soft at the sight of her. "Little, brave girl," he whispered.

She had waited for this moment all her life. Parting her lips, she began, "you're-"

"Imperio!" he cried out, finding his wand and pointing it at her head. He wouldn't even let her speak. She was going to be his doll now that he had risen again.

Marina felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in her head was wiped gently away. It was comparable to how she had felt before Isak's death when the strange light had reached her, for she felt nothing now. She even forgot her injury, and stood up like it was nothing to look at the Dark Lord.

"My Lord," Peter choked from behind them. "You promised, Lord... you did promise..."

"Hold out your arm," said Voldemort lazily, turning around.

"Oh Master, thank you, Master..."

Voldemort bent down and pulled out Peter's left arm; he forced the sleeve of his robes up past his elbow, and Marina spotted his Dark Mark there. A look of cruel satisfaction on his face, Voldemort straightened up, threw back his head, and glanced around at the dark graveyard.

"How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?" he whispered, his dark eyes fixed upon the stars. "And how many will be foolish enough to stay away? And, you, stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father... a Muggle and a fool... very like your dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child, and I killed my father. See how useful he has proved himself, in death."

He paced over to Marina again, and started circling her, all while speaking to Harry.

"You see that house upon the hillside, Potter? 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 left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born, Potter, and she died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage!" He was nearly hissing now. "But I revenged myself upon him, that fool who gave me his name..."

He used one of his long, pale fingers to push a strand of Marina's hair out of her face. The air was suddenly full of the swishing of cloaks. Between graves, behind the yew tree, in every shadowy space, wizards were Apparating. All of them were hooded and masked.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort quietly. "Thirteen years... thirteen years since last we met. Yet you answer my call as though it were yesterday..."

The group formed a circle around Marina and their Master.

"I see you all, whole and healthy, with your powers intact. I ask myself... why did this band of wizards never come to the aid of their master, to whom they swore eternal loyalty?"

No one spoke.

"And I answer myself," whispered Voldemort, "they must have believed me broken, they thought I was gone. How could they have believed I would not rise again? And I answer myself, perhaps they believed a still greater power could exist, one that could vanquish even Lord Voldemort."

One of the men suddenly flung himself forward, breaking the circle. Trembling from head to foot, he collapsed at Voldemort's feet.

"Master!" he shrieked, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us all!"

Voldemort began to laugh. He raised his wand. "Crucio!"

After half a minute of strong torture and screaming, he lifted the curse.

"Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly. "Stand up. You ask for forgiveness? I do not forgive. I do not forget. I want thirteen years' repayment before I forgive you. Wormtail here has paid some of his debt already, have you not, Wormtail?" He looked down at Peter. "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," moaned Wormtail.

"Yet you helped return me to my body," said Voldemort coolly, watching Wormtail sob on the ground. "Worthless and traitorous as you are, you helped me, and Lord Voldemort rewards his helpers."

Peter stood up and took his place in the circle, his face still shining with tears.

"Yes," said Voldemort, a grin curling his lipless mouth as the eyes of the circle flashed in Harry's direction. "Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call him my guest of honor... You all know that on the night I lost my powers and my body, I tried to kill him. His mother died in the attempt to save him – and unwittingly provided him with a protection I admit I had not foreseen."

Some Death Eaters gasped and threw ugly glances at Harry. Voldemort turned his attention to Marina.

"You... Give him pain. Show him what pain means. He deserves it... After what he did to me..."

Everyone was watching Marina as she approached Harry, who tried to roll away, panicking. A million questions were running through her head. Why hadn't her father introduced her to the Death Eaters? Why hadn't he told Harry who she was? Why had he used Imperio on her?

"Marina, stop," Harry tried. "Please, listen to me!"

"Crucio," she said with a monotone voice, calling on the worst pain she knew. The words escaped her lips even though she didn't want them to. She could no longer control herself.

The Death Eaters laughed at Harry's shaking body. One or two of the masked wizards in the circle moved uncomfortably, but Voldemort took no notice.

"Stop!" Voldemort demanded. "Now untie him, and give him back his wand." Wormtail approached Marina and passed her Harry's wand before she got on her knees to untie the ropes holding Harry down. "You have been taught how to duel. Show him, Marina."

Marina walked away from Harry with fast steps and pointed her wand at him. He put his hands up in the air in defeat, trying to show them that he wasn't going to duel, but her hand threw his wand to him before she bowed before him. Junior had taught her dueling; her body knew how to win a duel, although she was screaming and crying on the inside.

"Bow, boy," Voldemort said, raising his wand – and Harry's spine curve as though a huge, invisible hand were bending him ruthlessly forward, and the Death Eaters laughed harder. "And now – duel."

Marina raised her wand, and Harry gulped. He wasn't going to fight her - he wouldn't hurt her, she knew that well. So, he did nothing.

He let her hit her with the Levicorpus jinx, which lifted him up in the air by his ankles, before she tortured him again. He cried as she dropped him to the ground with a thud.

"Good..." Voldemort said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "He should be begging for his life, just like his father did."

Marina's father raised his wand, but this time Harry reacted fast. He flung himself sideways onto the ground, and rolled behind the marble headstone.

"We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry," said Voldemort's soft, cold voice, drawing nearer, as the Death Eaters laughed. "You cannot hide from me..."

Before Voldemort could stick his snakelike face around the headstone, Harry stood up with his wand pointed at his enemy.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light issued from Voldemort's wand just as a jet of red light blasted from Harry's – they met in midair – and suddenly Harry's wand was vibrating as though an electric charge were surging throug it.

After a long minute, Harry dodged Voldemort's spell, and ran faster than Marina had ever seen him run. Still not able to move on her own, she felt him grab her arm, and although her feet were as glued to the ground, he managed to drag her with him.

"Stun him!" she heard Voldemort scream.

"Impedimenta!" Harry screamed, throwing himself in front of Marina so she wouldn't get hurt.

The Death Eaters started running toward them. Marina knew that Harry needed to act fast if they were both going to survive.

"Accio!" he yelled, pointing his wand at the Triwizard Cup. It flew into the air and soared toward him; he caught it by the handle.

"I'll kill you, boy!" they could hear Voldemort yell before a whirl of wind and color dragged them back to Hogwarts.

A torrent of sound deafened Harry, and he fell to the ground with Marina in his arms. There were voices everywhere, footsteps, and screams. Music started to play.

"Harry! Harry!"

Albus Dumbledore crouched over them, and Harry let go off the Cup.

"He's back," Harry whispered. "He's back. Voldemort."