This takes place right after Harry and Cedric touch the triwizard cup/porkey and enter the graveyard. I will make this as canon as possible. This is my first fic so be nice please!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters. All of that belongs to the brilliant JK Rowling. Some parts of this fic may be taken directly from the book. I by no means intend to plagiarize. Some things are just too good to make any changes to.

Chapter 1: The graveyard

Harry felt the familiar pull from behind his navel, and not a second later did his feet hit the ground, before he collapsed from the force he hit the earth and the injury to his leg. Taking only a moment to catch his breath, he took in his surroundings including Cedric already on his feet. Where ever they were was very dark and had an eerie feel to it. Fog rolled in around their ankles and the only sound to be heard was his own heartbeat pulsating in his ears.

"Are you alright?" Cedric asked as he helped Harry to his feet. "Did you know there was another part of this task besides the maze?"

"No," Harry replied with a horrible sense of foreboding flooding his mind. It seemed to be a type of graveyard. Tombstones sticking from the soil circled them, along with an old house visible about half a mile away. The more he looked around the deserted place, his scar began to prickle more and more. "We should get back to the cup," he declared knowing that something was wrong. This couldn't be right.

Through the fog, a figure appeared to be walking toward them. Something about the way he walked looked familiar to Harry, but he didn't care to ponder the possibilities at this moment. They needed to get out of here.

Cedric, seeing the approaching figure as well, nodded his head in agreement. Cedric knew Harry couldn't run for it because of his leg, so he draped the smaller boy's arm around his shoulders to help him back to the cup as quickly as possible.

"Kill the spare!" a raspy yet high pitch voice screeched.

"Avada Kedavra" another bellowed.

Harry has seen that green light before. In the split second that it all happened, he was able to understand what just occurred but did not accept it. Cedric dropped to the ground in a heap bringing Harry with him. Cedric was dead.

"NO CEDRIC!" Harry yelled in defeat and pain.

The person who yelled the killing curse made his way toward Harry swiftly. He seemed to be carrying a bundle of some sorts. It looked almost like a child swaddled in many blankets. He was a stubby man who very much resembled a rat. The injured boy made the connection almost instantly. Peter Pettigrew. All of the memories from almost exactly a year ago ran through is mind. Wormtail betrayed his parents and joined Voldemort. Harry told Sirius and Remus not to kill him that night in the Shrieking Shack because he wanted Peter to go to the dementors. The little traitorous rat escaped right through their fingers, and now here they are.

Wormtail placed the bundle on the ground next to what appeared to be a tremendous cauldron that could probably fit a grown man. He grabbed Harry's upper arm with a surprisingly forceful grip for a man of his size and cowardice. The spider bitten leg protested as it was dragged along to the largest tombstone in the entire cemetery. The stone read

Tom Riddle

Even with all the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the injuries he already sustained from the maze, the shock he was in, and the fact that he is a 14 year old boy, all worked against him as Wormtail slammed his back into the tombstone and conjured ropes to bind him there. Wormtail tested the bonds to ensure that they were tight enough and that they were indeed. Harry could not move an inch.

Harry's mind was racing to the point that it was rendered useless. How did he get in this position and is it possible to get out? The latter was unlikely. Cedric is dead. He repeated that over and over in his brain unable to grasp that information. Cedric is dead. I'm in a graveyard. Think of something. Anything. He was silently pleading with his head to think of something to get him out of this predicament, but nothing came to mind. Fear was all he felt, until his scar erupted. Never had it burned, stung, stabbed, ripped open like this before. Harry was blinded with pain. He would have done anything in this moment to make it stop, or make it all end. He was completely unaware that he was outright screaming into the night.

Wormtail stood anxiously in front of the bound boy and began. With a flick of his wand a fire lit under the cauldron and the bundle on the ground was stirring persistently as if trying to free itself. The liquid in the cauldron began to boil. The scar on Harry's forehead subsided enough for him to end the screaming causing damage to his throat and even enough to open his eyes. He noticed the bundle moving ahead and even though he had no inkling as to what was in those blankets, he knew that he didn't want to see. From the distance an extremely large snake slithered through the floor of the cemetery. There was too much happening at once; Harry didn't know which to be more afraid of.

The stubby man turned from the boy to look at the cauldron which was now emitting sparks and steam with the snake circling around it. "It is ready master," Wormtail announced.

"Now!" the high pitched voice screeched from the ground. Wormtail scurried over to the bundle and pulled open what now appeared to be robes. What was inside was so heinous, that Harry looked away. The thing in the bundle had the shape of a human child, except Harry had never seen anything less child-like in his life. It was skeletal, raw, and almost translucent. Its body was horrendous enough, but that face. He had never seen a face like that. It resembled a snake with piercing red eyes. Wormtail scooped the ugly thing from the ground. Harry could see the fear in Wormtail's eyes. He looked torn and hesitant. Like whatever he was about to do even he did not want, yet he continued. He lowered the snake- child into the cauldron. The thud signified that it hit the bottom of the cauldron.

Please let it drown.. Merlin please let it drown, Harry silently prayed.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!" Wormtail chanted. The surface of the grave by Harry's feet cracked. A wisp of dust flew out of the grave with the wave of Wormtail's wand, and was commanded to drop into the bubbling cauldron. The boiling liquid hissed and turned royal blue.

The fear that Harry sensed on the rat's face now intensified tenfold. He looked as if he was having an inner struggle in his head whether he should run away or not. He slid out a sharp silver dagger from the inside of his robes. It gleamed in the moonlight showing off its razor edges.

"Flesh - of the servant – w-willing given – you will – revive – your master," Wormtail sobbed. He raised his right hand which also contained the missing finger over the cauldron. With one shaky swing, he removed the arm from his body. Harry saw what was happening and closed his eyes unable to take the gruesome attack the rat took on himself, yet was still able to hear the sickening splash when the limb dropped into the cauldron. Wormtail's howls pierced the night. He fell to the ground cradling his stump of an arm. The potion now turned blood red.

When Harry opened his eyes again, Wormtail was standing up shakily and making his way towards him. Harry could do nothing but stand there, tied to the stone and watch with no idea what was about to happen. Even if he did know what was to occur, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Blood of the enemy… forcibly taken.. you will resurrect your foe!" Unable to move Harry turned his head just in time so he did not have to see the gleaming dagger slicing through his inner right forearm. The pain was sharp and hot but he did not scream. If there was one thing he could control, it would be his own voice. Warm blood dripped from the long cut. Wormtail took a flask from his robes and held it to the wound collecting the scarlet blood seeping out with the rhythm of Harry's beating heart. He waddled over to the cauldron to again add the new ingredient. As the blood was dripped into the bubbling cauldron it instantly turned a blinding white. The next thing Harry did not expect at all and it happened simultaneously. The liquid was now sending larger sparks in all directions. Harry's head exploded with the same pain in his scar as it did when he was first tied to the tombstone. Wormtail dipped his dagger into the potion so that it was completely covered and dripping in the white liquid. He made his way once again over to where Harry was bound and unable to contain screams and plunged the dagger into the same cut he previously created. From the penetration point of the knife, tiny black snakes crawled under the skin of the boy's arm. They slithered around until they made the shape of a black skull with a snake through it. The dark mark.

Harry could not mind any attention to his arm since his head erupted; but this time it truly did erupt. The lightning bolt scar began to separate at the edges, wider and wider until it was a gaping laceration. With all of the blood covering his face he appeared almost unrecognizable.

Wormtail was flipping his attention back and forth from the boy to the cauldron which was now occupied by a tall and skeletal man rising from it.

"Robe me," said the man with the same high pitched and raspy voice as before. Wormtail, still crying out and cradling the new stump of an arm, scrambled quickly and dressed the man in the black robes that were used to swaddle the mutant child. He stepped out of the cauldron and stared into Harry's eyes. The pain from Harry's head and arm subsided enough that he could see around him. Harry stared right into the eyes of his nightmare. The one thing he always feared most of all. Lord Voldemort has returned.

A/N: There's chapter one! This is still very similar to what happened in the actual book so I'm using it as something to build off of. I will be updating very soon!