Athena Black And The Goblet of Fire (sequel to The Story Of Athena Black )

Chapter 22: Flesh, Blood and Bone

RECAP:Athena muttered mufflato and looked around at Cedric and said when we get to the graveyard I need you to turn yourself invisible we don't need you dying tonight alright. Cedric said okay. The three Hogwarts champions walked to the cup and grabbed it and got portkeyed to the graveyard. As soon as they landed Cedric wandlessly turned himself invisible. Pettigrew fired a stunner at Athena and Harry.

Athena's P.O.V.

I came around before Harry I saw me and Harry were pinned to two tombstones. Harry was on a tomb stone that said Tom Riddle. I wandlessly  untied my hands and summoned my wand.  Pettigrew turned around and said hello Athena or as your friends call you Tina. I growled out saying you have zero rights to call me that only people I like get to call me that and I aboustlely despise your traitorous arse.

I went 13 years without my parents and best friend because of you. Pettigrew just shrugged his shoulders and said sorry. Harry was waking up now. Peter said finally you came around. Harry said you they heard a voice and it said retie her up.

Pettigrew grabbed my arm and said ow but held on. We got to a tombstone and he tied me up. Then went back to the cauldron and started the ritual. “Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!”
The surface of the grave at Harry’s feet cracked.

Horrified, Harry and I watched as a fine trickle of dust rose into the air at Wormtail’s command and fell softly into the cauldron. The diamond surface of the water broke and hissed; it sent sparks in all directions and turned a vivid, poisonous-looking blue. And now Wormtail was whimpering. He pulled a long, thin, shining silver dagger from inside his cloak. His voice broke into petrified sobs.

“Flesh of the servant w-willingly given you will revive  your master.” He stretched his right hand out in front of him the hand with the missing finger. He gripped the dagger very tightly in his left hand and swung it upward. Harry and I realized what Wormtail was about to do a second before it happened we closed our eyes as tightly as we could, but we could not block the scream that pierced the night, that went through Harry and I as though he had been stabbed with the dagger too. We heard something fall to the ground,heard Wormtail’s anguished panting, then a sickening splash, as something was dropped into the cauldron.

Harry and I couldn’t stand to look. but the potion had turned a burning red; the light of it shone through Harry and my closed eyelids.
Wormtail was gasping and moaning with agony. Not until Harry felt Wormtail’s anguished
breath on his face did he realize that Wormtail was right in front of him.
“B-blood of the enemy… forcibly taken… you will… resurrect your foe.”

We could do nothing to prevent it, we were tied too tightly. Squinting down, struggling hopelessly at the ropes binding us, he saw the shining silver dagger shaking in Wormtails remaining hand. He  felt its point penetrate the crook of his right arm and blood seeping down the
sleeve of his torn robes. Wormtail, still panting with pain, rumbled in his pocket for a glass vial and held it to Harry’s cut, so that a dribble of blood fell into it. He staggered back to the cauldron with Harrys blood.

He poured it inside. The liquid within
turned, instantly, a blinding white. Wormtail, his job done, dropped to his knees beside the
cauldron, then slumped sideways and lay on the ground, cradling the bleeding stump of his arm,
gasping and sobbing. The cauldron was simmering, sending its diamond sparks in all directions, so blindingly bright that it turned all else to velvety blackness. Nothing happened…Let it have drowned.