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Post by shava4 on Feb 17, 2011 12:12:13 GMT -5
Voldemrt smiled until the second strike when the boy clearly stabbed the monster dead; what a waste of fine flesh! he was furious with the boy for depriving him of an awesome weapon which had done him so well, but at the same time he saw the fang sticking into the boy's arm and felt success at the same time. Knowing it was a matter of moments till the boy died and Voldemort would have both life and sword back, he walked over and knelt near by as the Phoenix came back and leaned over Potter's arm. "Your dead, Potter. So dead even the bird knows it. See? he's crying." As he watched he shifted to sitting down with a feeling of real success, the monster's death already pushed aside in favor of the turn of events. "I'll just sit here. No rush dying, Potter. I'm sure I will enjoy watching your heart give out...""So ends the famous Harry Potter. Alone in the Chamber of secrets, deserted by his friends, defeated by the Dark Lord he so unwisely challenged." Smirking he watched as the boy's eyes closed, clearly having trouble with his vision. "You'll be with your mudblood mother soon Potter. She bought you twelve years of time, not bad, but the Dark Lord got you in the end as you always knew he would..."
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 17, 2011 12:22:25 GMT -5
Harry's vision was getting even more fuzzy. The chamber and everything in it was swimming before him, making his stomach churn nausiously. He closed his eyes, hoping this might make things better but it didn't. With his non-poisoned arm he reached out to stroke Fawkes gratefully. The bird had done wonderfully but Harry just hadn't been able to finish things off cleanly. He yanked the basilisk fang out of his arm and waited for death.
He blinked. Surely things got more fuzzy and painful when you were dying, not less. Maybe he was delusional and just thought that things were becomming considerably clearer? No, Riddle's sneering face definitely looked like a face and not a blob anymore. And the searing pain in his arm was hardly more than a pinprick of annoyance at this point. He lifted his head, his strength returning in full force and noticed that Fawkes' tears had formed a little circle around where the basilisk's fang had infected him and the circle was now closing, the wound completely gone.
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Post by shava4 on Feb 17, 2011 12:35:38 GMT -5
Riddle realized it just before harry did. he pointed the wand saying "Get away bird...Get away!" There was a bang like a gun and Fawks was off and flying away fast. Voldemort looked at Harry as he stood. "Phoenix tears...healing powers. I forgot." A trifle annoyed, he now pointed the wand at Harry's head. "But it makes no difference, Potter. I prefer it this way just you and me..." Suddenly the bird swooped over their heads and Voldemort ducked as the diary fell into Potter's lap. For a split second, Voldemort and Harry just started at it, then met eyes...
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 17, 2011 12:47:43 GMT -5
Harry froze. After all this, he was going to die from his own wand pointed at his skull. But then Fawkes was there again, dropping something from his talons into Harry's lap before landing a few feet away. If Fawkes was a person, he probably would have had one of those smug "take that" looks on his face as he gazed at Riddle, then turned his wide, phoenix eyes on Harry who was getting an idea at this point.
The diary was just sitting there. So was the basilisk fang which had landed a mere inch or so from Harry when he had removed it from his arm in the throws of death. Harry reached for it instinctively, not really thinking about anything at this point, and flipped open the diary to its center. He looked up to meet Riddle's eyes and then - after a heartbeat of silence - brought down the fang. It tore easily through the horcrux, a black sort of inky bloody spurting from it. Harry flipped the page, acting quickly now, and stabbed it again. Then he closed the book and brought the fang down one final time.
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Post by shava4 on Feb 17, 2011 12:53:58 GMT -5
Even without words, Riddle knew how much danger he was in still as the life had not quite ebbed out completely from the girl, but to have been so close only to fail was intolerable. He started to open his mouth to say the words of the curse just as the tip of the fang penetrated the cover of the book-horcrux. There was an instant splotch on the image, bursting forth as Riddle-Horcrux screamed, suddenly feeling pain and destruction. Voldemort stepped forward, a half stagger as the wand slipped. The splotch spread rapidly as light burst forth and the image self-imploded, Harry's wand falling to the floor.
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 17, 2011 13:11:29 GMT -5
Thud. Harry and Cedric hit the ground hard and the portkey trophy rolled away. Both got to their feet and walked a few paces in opposite directions to try and figure out what was going on. Harry found himself in front of a grimy tombstone and tried to make out what was written on it, squinting. Something was nagging at him. "I've been here before" he muttered, racking his brains to remember when and exactly where "here" was.
Using a partially gloved hand, he scraped away some of the dirt and saw part of the name carved there. "Riddle". Oh no. "Cedric, we've got to get out of here." He took two steps back towards his companion, who was kneeling by the cup, looking amused."Harry, the cup is a portkey." He clearly didn't get the serious danger they were in.A split second later, before Harry could even repeat his warning about getting out of there, the cauldron that he hadn't even noticed until then burst into flames and his scar exploded with a fire of its own. One hand clapped his head in agony and the other was used to brace his fall as he collapsed back to the muddy ground.Cedric frowned in concern. "Harry, what's wrong?" He stepped away from the triwizard cup trophy/portkey and knelt by Harry's side.Harry tried to wave him away. "Just get back to the cup!"But it was too late. A nearby door was opening and a shadowy figure approaching. Cedric's wand was out and held in a defensive stance immediately. "Who are you" he called loudly and forcefully to show he meant business. "What do you want?"
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Post by shava4 on Feb 17, 2011 14:15:18 GMT -5
Voldemort was ready and had his servant primed and ready to go. His most faithful servant had done well by last report, herding the victim to it's own death in disguise of glory and the boy's own success would be to lay himself out for the Dark Lord to use, to make use of in the ways he had designed. Making a spell was not easy, but Lord Voldemort had ways of discovering methods little known to others and this particular potion had been worked out for the last year in it's final state. Only a few more minutes as the children led themselves to the slaughter and it wold begin... In a moment the sound of the Portkey was heard and Wormtail exited, heavily cloaked. As the two boys tried to figure out what was happening, Wormtail (carrying his Master) walked closer and raised his wand and set the cauldron aflame. As Potter fell backwards under his stare he said "Kill the spare." Wormtail obediently raised his wand and in a flash of green light, Cedric was dead, his body falling lifeless to the ground. As the living boy stared into the eyes of the dead one, seemingly stunned. Wormtail set down his Master and took Potter's arm and dragged him back a few feet. Pulling the boy up by his hair painfully, the rope spell was cast binding Potter tight against Riddle Senior's stone. When finished, he checked the bindings then pulled out a cloth and shoved it in Potter's mouth to prevent him speaking. Using his wand, Wormtail stoked the fire under the cauldron, dragging it closer to Harry as he did so. The bundle on the ground wriggled as if trying to clear the material wrapped around it. In a few moments the water was boiling slowly, although faster then any muggle could have done it. "...Hurry..." and then "Yes Master. It is ready." was heard as Wormtail walked over and unwrapped the cloth revealing what lay within.
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 17, 2011 14:27:31 GMT -5
"NO!!!" Harry's whole body was numb. He and Cedric had never been the best of friends but the tournament had drawn them closer as classmates and it was Harry's own fault that Cedric was here in the first place. He could have been selfish and just grabbed the cup himself. Cedric had even told him to take it after saving his life but no, Harry had to be heroic and loyal to friends and insisted they share it and now...
He was staring at Cedric's lifeless body, unable to move or think or even breathe very well, when his arm was grabbed roughly and he was dragged backwards until he felt his back hit something hard. He was still too numb to even try and resist. He flinched and ground his teeth together as Wormtail (who was easily recognizable now) grabbed his hair, yanking him to his feet and pinning him with tightly bound ropes to what Harry now realized was the tombstone that had first alerted him to danger.
When the cloth gagged him, he finally was awoken to the truly dangerous situation he was in and he forgot all about Cedric for the moment and focused on his own predicament, beginning to struggle in earnest for the first time, still half blinded by the ongoing pain in his scar.
The thing in the bundle was perhaps the most horrifying thing Harry had laid eyes on in his entire life. It wasn't even quite human, and yet Harry knew it was the reason for his forehead's agony, which meant that Voldemort was going to return to life. Soon.
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Post by shava4 on Feb 17, 2011 15:02:23 GMT -5
Picking up the thing which was the temporary body of his Master, even Wormtail's face had trouble holding in his revulsion, but he managed. Walking to the cauldron he lowered the 'thing' into the boiling water. There was so little noise in the area that you could hear the thump of the little form hitting the bottom of the cauldron as Wormtail turned and pointed his Master's wand at the grave. "Bone of the Father unknowingly given, you will restore your son...."A crack in the ground appeared and dust shot up into the air and angled in an arch into the cauldron which boiled wildly, sparks of a vile blue shooting out all over. Wormtail began to whimper, pulling out a large silver knife, big enough it was clearly for sacrifices, and seemed petrified. Raising the knife he chanted "Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your....master!"Stretching his hand out with the missing finger, he raised the knife and suddenly, his nerves up for it, he hacked down, slashing his hand completely off with sudden strength over the cauldron. Blood splattered across Harry's face as Wormtail scrambled to bandage his stump before he bled to death, screaming in piercing pain at the same time. In the cauldron the water boiling red like blood and glowing in a hideous red that could be seen even with your eyes closed. It was several moments of sobbing and gasps before the next line came. In that time when he had gotten a grip on himself he rose up in front of Potter from below like sudden death, his stench of breath (good lord he had been living on filth) suddenly in Harry's face before he could register it. "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe," With Harry tied too tightly to move he could only watch as the silver knife slashed his arm just above the elbow, not deeply, but with a sudden, surprising pain. Wormtail held the knife in the cut, collecting the blood onto it till his shaking hand thought it had enough on there and turned to the cauldron behind him slashing down violently three times. Three, deep red drops of Harry's blood splashed down into the boiling fray below. Finished, Wormtail fell to the ground beside the cauldron missing it's surface turning a blinding white as he cradled his arm to his chest sobbing and crying.
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 17, 2011 15:11:35 GMT -5
Harry watched, trasfixed, as Wormtail began chanting what was obviously fragments of a complete spell and gathering together the first two sacrifices needed. Harry, who wasn't a fan of Wormtail, still felt bad for him when he sliced off his own hand. And then the feeling of pity vanished as the rodent-like man was in his face, slicing open his arm to gather blood, which was apparently the finishing touches. Had he not been gagged, Harry would have screamed in pain. He felt his legs become rubbery and he probably wouldn't have been able to stand on his own if given the chance.
With each addition to the cauldron, Harry's scar branded him more and more with a firey pain that felt as though his head might split open. At last, the final of his three drops of blood entering the mix, and something was rising from it. Harry returned to his struggling, but all this managed to do was dig the ropes into his skin, increasing the uncomfortable pain.
He watched, terrified and unable to do anything, as Lord Voldemort regained a body.
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Post by shava4 on Feb 17, 2011 15:42:03 GMT -5
As the servant lay on the ground sobbing, the Master rose up out of the cauldron in such a way it appeared an elevator had been installed below it which he stood on. A heavy fog poured out of the cauldron covering the ground as a voice spoke saying
[/size] " Robe me. " Wormtail with a splotchy face stumbled up to grab the robes, fumbling them one handed till he could get them over his Master.
Voldemort was too busy examining his hands and running them over his head to find the change of his new form. Meanwhile Nagini circled Harry's feet, hissing softly in excitement, both at what had happened and what she was expecting. Reaching a hand down, Voldemort picked up his wand and caressed it, turning and with a gesture tossing the cauldron across the clearing, flipping it twice and landing spilling it's potion across the far side of the graveyard. A turn around and a slice across a number of headstones happened as they toppled over cut in two.
Wormtail was lying on the ground near Harry and Voldemort commanded " Your arm, Wormtail... " Wormtail got up stumbling over and holding out the stump. " The other... " and Wormtail, disappointed held out his arm for the Dark Lord who grabbed it, pulling his servant closer as he examined the dark mark carefully...
In an instant of decision, he touched his wand to it and there was a flare of power out like a halo from them both. Voldemort looked around with satisfaction, letting go of the arm and leaving Wormtail slumped to the ground. " Now, we shall see who has nerve.... "
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 18, 2011 6:40:55 GMT -5
Harry had been sure that the minute Voldemort had a body and a wand, he was going to turn around and fire a killing curse his way, but Voldemort didn't even seem to notice Harry at all. He simply started blowing things up in the graveyard with his regained ability to do magic. Harry flinched as the two tombstones gave loud cracks like thunder before toppling over.
Suddenly, the air was thick with hooded, cloaked figures, all apparating exactly to their alloted places in the circle, which held considerable gaps in it.
Harry tried to control his ragged breathing, hoping to remain ignored for as long as possible.
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Post by shava4 on Feb 18, 2011 11:48:00 GMT -5
Voldemort turned and walked closer to Potter, a smile on his face and not a pleasant one.
[/size] " You stand, harry, upon the remains of my late father, a muggle and a fool much like your mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Yours died to save your life and I killed mine and see how much use he has been for me? " He laughed, somewhere between a hiss and a chuckle an evil sound. He glanced around the still empty circle of a clearing for a moment before continuing.
" You see that house upon the hill there? My muggle father grew up there. He abandoned my mother when she showed magic and returned here to live, deserting her and myself. I always swore to find him and I did and sought my revenge upon him. The fool. The fool who gave me his name.....Tom Riddle... " He paced back and forth, his eyes roving as the whimpers of Wormtail were heard in the background with dead silence all around them. Clearly he was waiting for something or someone. " Listen to me reliving family history, growing sentimental...Ah! But here is my real family Harry, see them return to the fold... "
Around the graveyard was a forest and there amongst the trees cloaked figures began appearing one after another, moving forward slowly into the graveyard in hesitation as if they could not believe their eyes. Voldemort moved into the circle of stones and they approached him. Surprised and genuinely delighted, one dropped to the ground and crawled forward to kiss the hem of his robes. 'Master...Master' he murmured and the others began crawling as well. After kissing his robes they each crawled back and stood, forming a rough circle around the area including the grave Harry was tied to. There were gaps in the circle, obviously intentionally left there and Voldemort did not seem to expect more to come as he spoke to them all.
" Welcome my Death Eaters! Thirteen years since last we met and you respond as if it were yesterday. We are still united under the Death Mark! Or are we...? " Voldemort reared back and inhaled the air before looking around again. " But guilt. I smell the stench of guilt upon the air... " A ripple ran around the circle as if every member tried not to step back from their master and yet feared not to.
" I see you hale and healthy, your powers intact! Such prompt appearances! And I ask myself, why did none of them come to their Master's aid, to whom the swore eternal loyalty? " His eyes lingered over certain forms, but no one spoke; fear was heavy in the air which was thick with fog from the still spilling cauldron. It made the air thick and moist and hard to breath.
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 18, 2011 11:54:58 GMT -5
Harry very much disliked having Voldemort that close to him while he was tied up and able to do nothing about it as he recounted tales of his past and was almost relieved to see the death eaters appearing, though in the numbers that were there Harry saw little chance of escaping and this increased his heartbeat even more.
He watched as the death eaters seemed torn between elation and absolute terror. He silently began his struggle for freedom again, hoping that none of them, least of all Voldemort himself, would notice since they all seemed to be paying rapt attention to the words their leader spoke.
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Post by shava4 on Feb 18, 2011 12:24:10 GMT -5
No one spoke, no one moved. Only Wormtail could be heard still clutching his stump as he lay on the ground sobbing in pain.
[/size] " And I told myself they must have believed me broken and went into hiding amongst the enemy, claiming bewitchment and innocence and ignorance... But they must have believed I would not return, not rise again. I, the most powerful wizard in the world with abilities far beyond any they had seen." He paused, but there was no chance of interruption, no possibility of any breath amongst his servants. " Maybe they believed there was a power greater then mine...maybe they believed they should put thir allegiance with that protector and champion of mudbloods and muggles, Dumbledore? "
At the mention of the name many in the circle shook their heads slightly or murmured unheard, but he ignored them. " It is a disapointment to me indeed. " One of the men broke and threw himself on the ground at his master's feet wailing 'Master! Master forgive us!' Voldemort laughed and pointed his wand saying " Crucio " and the man wriggled in pain, screaming sounds which should come from no man's throat. The houses visible through the trees remained dark. The village appeared almost to be a silent backdrop with no living souls. He lifted his wand and over the gasps of the Death Eater he spoke.
" get up, Avery. I do not forgive, I do not forget. Thirteen years you owe me before I will consider it. Wormtail here has already paid part of his debt, have you not Worm? You returned, but not out of loyalty but out of fear of your friends. You know you deserve this pain do you not? ""Yes Master....Yes Master...Please Master..." came from the sobbing Wormtail struggling to get up, cover his pain. " Yet you helped me return, worthless and traitor that you are and for that you shall be rewarded. "
Voldemort waved his wand and silver flowed out of it, wriggling in the air and formless. In seconds it had changed into the shape of a smooth and flawless hand which attached itself to Wormtail's wrist. The sobbing cut off instantly and Wormtail's bulbous eyes gapped at it, flexed the fingers, and then he picked up a twig and crushed it easily. Amazed he crawled to Voldemort's feet and kissed the hem of his robe in rapt devotion. "Thank you Master! It is beautiful...thank you.... thank you..." he said as he scrambled backwards and took his place on the circle his robes stained with his own blood despite the black cloth. He still looked at his beautiful new hand amazed with tears running down his face.
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