Heart of Gold

The Graveyard

I saw the name on it flickering in the light for the wand before we were slammed against it.

T O M  R I D D L E

The cloaked man was now conjuring tight cords around us. I felt my ankles and head press against the headstone in an almost choking hold.

I heard shallow fast breathing from the hood. Harry struggled and the man hit him. Hit him with a hand that had a finger missing

Harry and I realized at the same time who it was who resided under the hood. Wormtail. The man who betrayed my parents, my godfather

"You!" We hissed together

Wormtail, who had just finished conjuring the ropes, did not reply. He was busy checking the tightness of the cords. He seemed to be shaking

Once he was sure that we couldn't move, Wormtail pulled a length of some black material from the inside of his cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth, then he pulled out another and put it in mine

Then he hurried away from us and out of our sight

I glanced around. Cedric's body was lying around twenty feet away from us. A little ways behind him lay the Triwizard Cup. Our wands lay on the ground at Cedric's feet.

The bundle of robes that looked like a baby was close by. It seemed to be stirring fretfully

We watched it and my scar seared with pain once more.

I didn't want to see what was in the bundle

I didn't want to know.

I closed my eyes tightly and tried to think of something pleasant. Draco came to my mind. Tears left my eyes as I realized that I may never see him again.

I felt the faintest feeling of Harry attempting to nudge me, I looked at him.

His eyes looked below us and I saw a giant snake in the grass, circling the headstone we were tied to.

Wormtail's heavy breathing caught my attention. It sounded as though he was carrying something heavy.

He finally came back into my range of vision. He seemed to be pushing a cauldron to the foot of the grave

Whatever it was full of could be heard slopping around. It was a very large cauldron

The thing in side the bundle began thrashing more persistently, trying to free itself.

Now Wormtail was busying himself at the bottom of the cauldron with a wand. Suddenly there were crackling flames beneath it.

The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat quickly. It not only bubbled but sent out fiery Sparks.

The high cold voice was heard again

"Hurry!"

The whole surface of the water was alight with Sparks now. It night have been encrusted with diamonds

"It is ready, Master" Wormtail said, his voice shaking

"Now..." Said the cold voice

Wormtail pulled open the robes on the ground, revealing what was inside them

Harry let out a strangled yell at the sight of it.

It was as though Wormtail had flipped over a stone and revealed something ugly, slimy, and blind. But worse a thousand times worse

The thing Wormtail was carrying had been the shape of a crouched human child, except it couldn't look less like a child. Or a human for that matter

It was hairless and scaly. A dark raw reddish black.

And it's face...

No child alive ever had a face like that

Flat and snakelike

With gleaming red eyes

(And no nose! XD)

It seemed helpless. It wrapped its thin arms around Wormtail's neck.

He lifted it and as he did, his hood fell back.

Wormtail looked horribly pale and weak. And still rat like.

Then Wormtail dropped the thing in the cauldron

My scar began to scream once again in pain. Unbearable, excruciating pain

Wormtail began speaking, his voice shook, he seemed scared

"Bone of father, unknowningly given, you will renew your son!"

The surface of the grave at our feet cracked. I watched as a fine trickle of dust rose into the air and into the cauldron.

The water hissed

"F-Flesh of the servant... W-willingly given... You will... Revive your master.." Wormtail's voice shook as he rose a knife. He held his right hand, the one missing a finger, over the cauldron.

Then he chopped off his own hand.

I closed my eyes as tightly as I could. Wormtail's scream stretched through the silent night

I opened my eyes again to see Wormtail looking at us.

He stepped closer to us, knife in hand.

"B-blood of the most hated enemies... Forcibly taken... You will resurrect your foe.."

I could do nothing to prevent it as Wormtail sliced Harry's arm and then mine. I screamed in agony, Harry whimpered.

Wormtail let Harry's blood drop into a vial and then mine.

He went to the cauldron and poured it inside.

The liquid inside turned a blinding white color

Wormtail dropped to his knees beside the cauldron, his job now done

Then suddenly the sparks emanating from the cauldron ceased. White steam emerged from the cauldron so think that nothing on the ground could be seen

Then, from the cauldron stepped a man, tall and skeletally thin.

"Robe me" the high cold voice said. Wormtail stook quickly, moaning in pain, and put the robes over his master's head

The thin man looked to us. I felt my eyes widened as I looked into the face that had been haunting nightmares for years. Whiter than snow, with red eyes and slits like a snake's for a nose

Lord Voldemort had risen again.

And I'm sure all hell was about to break loose

A/n: nice... Once again a LOT  of writing but it's good. It works.