It was Wormtail.īut Wormtail, who had finished conjuring the ropes, did not reply he was busy checking the tightness of the cords, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, fumbling over the knots. And Harry realized who was under the hood. Harry could hear shallow, fast breathing from the depths of the hood he struggled, and the man hit him - hit him with a hand that had a finger missing. The cloaked man was now conjuring tight cords around Harry, tying him from neck to ankles to the headstone. Harry saw the name upon it flickering in the wandlight before he was forced around and slammed against it. The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lit his wand, and was dragging Harry toward the marble headstone. And then, before Harry's mind had accepted what he was seeing, before he could feel anything but numb disbelief, he felt himself being pulled to his feet.
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He was dead.įor a second that contained an eternity, Harry stared into Cedric's face, at his open gray eyes, blank and expressionless as the windows of a deserted house, at his half-open mouth, which looked slightly surprised.
"Ī swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!"Ī blast of green light blazed through Harry's eyelids, and he heard something heavy fall to the ground beside him the pain in his scar reached such a pitch that he retched, and then it diminished terrified of what he was about to see, he opened his stinging eyes.Ĭedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face his knees buckled he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all his head was about to split open.įrom far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare. Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another.Īnd then, without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. They both turned back to watch the approaching figure. Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric. And - several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time - Harry saw that the thing in the persons arms looked like a baby. Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. Harry couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something. Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched. "Yeah," said Harry, glad that Cedric had made the suggestion rather than him. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?" It was completely silent and slightly eerie. "Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.
Harry could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside.Ĭedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely they had obviously traveled miles - perhaps hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked around. He raised his head.Ĭedric shook his head. Harry felt his feet slam into the ground his injured leg gave way, and he fell forward his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last.