Title: Untitled Harry Potter Time Travel Story

Summary: A betrayed and heartbroken 39 year old Harry Potter travels back in time to minutes before the Final Task of the Triwizard Tournament, and merges with his younger self.

Rating: M

Warnings: Time Travel, Sexual Situations involving Underage characters (15+), Smart!Powerful!Independent!Harry; Ancient and Noble Houses, Lords and Ladies, Severe Character Bashing – Dumbledore, some Weasleys and others; other warnings labeled individually in chapters.

Ships: Harry/Hermione (possibly more partners); Sirius/Amelia

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns the characters and the world of Harry Potter. I do not. I just like to play in her sandbox. No copyright infringement intended.

Author's Note: Parts of this story is inspired by DrT's story "Re-Ordered", found on Ficwad.

So here is another "First" chapter of a story that I was working on that I might work on and publish in the future. This is, once again, another time travel story with Harry/Hermione as a focused relationship, but it is possible there could be a Moresome relationship with anywhere between one to three more partners. I haven't completely decided.


Chapter 1
Return And Resurrection

Thursday, June 24th, 1995

Minerva McGonagall was currently escorting Harry Potter toward the Quidditch Pitch, where the Third, and final, Task of the Triwizard Tournament would begin shortly. She was very concerned for the young man, who she sometimes thought of like a grandson, and was one of her favorite Lions of Gryffindor (however, if asked if she had favorite students, she would vehemently deny it).

Harry Potter had gone through so much over the past several months, ever since being entered involuntarily into the Triwizard Tournament. Truthfully, she could say that Harry had gone through so much since he had entered Hogwarts as a first year back in September of 1991! But this year was so much more terrible than anything Harry had faced, and she was happy and relieved that Harry had survived it so far.

So far...

The number one theory about why Harry was entered into the Triwizard Tournament was that someone had wanted him to be killed in the Tournament. He had done well enough in the first two Tasks, though he had been injured in the First Task. But now... whoever wanted to hurt the young man only had one more chance if they were, indeed, trying to interfere in the Tournament and kill him.

Minerva wanted so badly to help Harry and give him advice on what he should do in the hedge maze. She wanted to tell him of the magical creatures and various magical enchantments he could find there, but she could not. She, like all the other Professors, could not help him prepare for the Tasks. So all she could do was give him well wishes and wish him good luck.

And hope. Hope that the young Lion would be able to get through the Task alive, if not unharmed.

She barely glanced over at the young man who was walking beside her, if only so he wouldn't notice how concerned she was for his well-being.

And then something happened that made her focus on him more than she had been. Something that made her even more concerned than she had been.

Harry Potter collapsed bonelessly onto the ground, and seemed to have a brief seizure, before he went unconscious.


Harry Potter blinked his eyes open and found he was laying on his back. However, he was not on the grassy Grounds of Hogwarts Castle. He was in some kind of bright, white and very nondescript room. He looked around, and nearly yelped as he found that he was not alone. A man was standing near him, frowning and looking down at him. As Harry studied the man, he gasped out loud, as he realized who the man looked like.

"D-Dad?" Harry asked.

"I am not James Potter, though I can understand why you might think so," the man said, "Everyone always comments how much we look like our father..."

"'We?'" Harry echoed, "'Our?"

"Yes," the man said, "I am you, Harry... from the year 2019. What is today's date, for you?"

"June 24th, 1995," Harry said. "I was heading down to the Quidditch Pitch with Professor McGonagall for the..."

"The Third Task," Future!Harry said, then he nodded, "Not exactly when I had hoped to return, but it is, I admit, better than what it could have been. I wanted to return at least a month before now so I could do some things before the Third Task. I suppose I'll just have to rework my plans a bit."

"You traveled back in time," Harry realized, "Why? Was the future that bad?"

"Allow me to show you," Future!Harry said.

Future!Harry's memories went through the younger Harry's mind in a split-second, but he had seen everything. Being transported via Portkey from the maze to a graveyard. Cedric Diggory's death. Witnessing Voldemort's ressurection. Being attacked by two Dementors. The Order of the Phoenix. A sham trial. Having to put up a vile woman named Dolores Umbridge, who had been the Defense Professor for Harry's fifth year, but was really there to cause havoc and take over the school.

And on and on it went... through the rest of fifth year. Sirius' death nearly caused Harry to faint again. And things just got worse. The Prophecy. Horcruxes, more death, more destruction. Wait... what was that about dating Ginny Weasley? He didn't even like her that way. What changed in the next year or so?

But then Harry defeated Voldemort at the climax of a huge battle where several people, including students and friends of Harry's, died.

Life continued after Voldemort's demise, with Harry dating Ginny Weasley more and getting married to her. Hermione getting married to Ron Weasley. Harry having children with Ginny. But Harry couldn't shake the fact that his life with Ginny seemed wrong.

Then he got his answer as to what was exactly wrong.

"No! Hermione!" Harry cried out as the story became clearer. "What happened to her? Oh... those... those bastards!"

"Coming back this far and being able to defeat Voldemort early," Future!Harry said, "while saving Cedric, and Sirius and everyone else who died – that's just a bonus, My real reason for being here is to make Ron, Ginny and Molly Weasley, and Albus Dumbledore pay for what they did to us. And, of course, to have a life with Hermione that I had once been robbed of.

"So now you understand. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with, and marry Ginny Weasley. Hermione and I were meant to fall in love, get married, have some beautiful children and live happily ever ater. But due to Molly giving Hermione and I Love Potions, the summer before sixth year, keyed to Ron and Ginny respectively – something those traitorous bastards certainly agreed with – that didn't happen. And Hermione paid for those mistakes with her life. Ron Weasley beat her and abused her on many occasions, and Ginny and Molly helped him cover it up. Until one day, Ron snapped and killed Hermione. And as you saw, I made them all pay for it."

"But even then you couldn't live wih the fact that she was gone," younger Harry said.

He couldn't blame his future self. Hermione had been his rock throughout the past year, when it came to the Triwizard Tournament. While Ron Weasley had shunned him for nearly a month, believing he entered his name in the Goblet of Fire, his friendship with Hermione remained solid, and grew even stronger. It was no surprise that he could fall in love with Hermione. He could still remember seeing her walk down the stairs toward the Entrance Hall the night of the Yule Ball. He could still remember how she had taken his breath away.

"Yes," Future!Harry said. "Even having the children around couldn't keep me happy."

"Because those children were reminders of yours and Ginny's, and Ron and Hermione's false relationships," younger Harry said, nodding. "But I don't understand. Where does Dumbledore come into this? I know he hid the Prophecy and the fact we're a Horcrux from us. But... what else did he do?"

"He was in on the Love Potion plot," Future!Harry said. "I found out that Dumbledore didn't want me and Hermione together, because she would help me become smarter and stronger. If I was with her, if I loved her, if I wanted to have a happy life with her, I wouldn't have gone into the Forest to meet Voldemort. I wouldn't have sacrificed myself..."

"Was it so bad?" younger Harry asked. "I mean... you survived it."

Future!Harry scoffed. "I shouldn't have had to do it in the first place. The Goblins of Gringotts can remove the Horcrux from our scar. If I had the proper relationship with the Goblins and Gringotts early on, instead of after I defeated Voldemort, they could have removed the Horcrux from my scar, and I wouldn't have had to get hit with a Killing Curse from Voldemort. No... Albus Dumbledore didn't tell me about the Horcrux in our head, because he wanted Voldemort to kill me. He didn't plan on dying, oh no. He planned on living to see Voldemort kill me, so he could kill Voldemort and lead the magical society of Great Britain as the Vanquisher of Voldemort, just as he had when he defeated Grindelwald. He didn't want to face the possibility of someone else taking over as the Leader of the Light, leaving him as simply another page in a history book.

"Dumbledore needs to be taken down a few notches. I plan on dealing with Dumbledore, the Weasleys, right along with Voldemort, his minions, and anyone else who wishes to cause me and my friends trouble."

"Like Umbridge... and Fudge," younger Harry said, nodding. "What about Snape? I saw in the memories... you seem to have some respect for him after his death. You named one of your sons after him... and Dumbledore!"

Future!Harry grimaced. "Albus Severus Potter was Ginny's idea, not mine. I understood after I discovered the Potions plot why she wanted to name our son that. Albus Dumbledore helped her enthrall me... and so did Snape... he and Molly brewed the Potions that Hermione and I were dosed with. And I think it was part of those concoctions of Potions that forced me to respect Dumbledore and Snape."

"Oh," younger Harry said, nodding. "So... what happens now? Do you... take over? Or what?"

"Not exactly," Future!Harry said. "We're going to merge. Magic, power, knowledge, skill, memories, et cetera. Together, when we merge, we'll be ready to do everything I want to do. This summer, I'm going be working on a few Potions, including nutrient potions and others of similar types. Most of these recipes I have planned haven't been discovered in this timeline, but I can make them anyway. All the ingredients are readily available in any Apothecary. These Potions will make us healthier, taller and stronger, when it comes to our body. There will be other benefits as well."

"Cool," younger Harry said, "That sounds brilliant!"

"It truly is," Future!Harry said, "Anyway, the main reason I am not going to take you over completely... is because it has been a long time since I was a teenager. I am, after all, thirty-nine years old. Without you, people like Dumbledore and Snape might figure out what is going on."

Harry didn't completely understand, but he nodded anyway. "Alright. So... what happens now?"

"Now, we wake up," Future!Harry said, "Professor McGonagall must be going out of her mind. Fortunately, we've only been out for less than a minute, so I doubt she could do too much. We'll just make up an excuse. Ready?"

Harry gulped and nodded. Then he blacked out again.


When he came to, Harry was laying on the grass of the Grounds of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall was waving her wand over him.

Harry grunted to show he was awake.

"Oh, Har – Mr. Potter, you're awake!" McGonagall said. "Thank goodness! You collapsed and..."

"I'm fine, Professor," Harry cut in.

Much to McGonagall's consternation and fuss, Harry got to his feet.

"Mr. Potter, you shouldn't be standing!" McGonagall growled. "You fainted!"

"I'm fine, Professor," Harry repeated. "Just a bit overwhelmed. I believe you were taking me to the Quidditch Pitch."

"Well, I was, but now I believe I shall take you to the Hospital Wing!" McGonagall said. "Then I can tell the Headmaster we must delay the Task."

"No!" Harry growled., and continued before McGonagall could say anything. "Think, Professor! If we delay it, anything could happen. Bad things could happen. The powers that be – the Goblet of Fire or whatever – could decide that I am forfeiting, which means I could lose my magic!"

McGonagall stared at Harry, frowning. Then she sighed deeply. "You have a point, Mr. Potter. Are you sure you're able to compete? There is the option of beginning the Task then backing out. That would be enough for 'the powers that be', as you say."

"I'm fine, Professor," Harry repeated for a third time. "If I pussy out now -"

"Mr. Potter!" McGonagall gasped, "Language! You're lucky I'm feeling compassionate about your plight right now, or you'd be losing points and getting detention!"

Harry sighed. This was exactly why the future Harry was worried about completely taking over. Some of his behavior of his future self might show itself. He didn't care about minding his language in the future. He also was far more opinionated, as well as other things. He was no longer the malleable puppet Dumbledore had hoped he would be. He knew he'd have to watch himself, and allow his younger, present self to influence him. Otherwise his enemies, such as Dumbledore, would discover his game too early.

"If I back out now," Harry amended, "I will be the laughingstock of not only Gryffindor but Hogwarts as well. I might as well never show my face in Gryffindor Tower again! It is the home of the brave after all!"

McGonagall actually looked proud for a moment, before her expression sobered.

"I suppose you're right." McGonagall said, then sighed. "Fine... follow me, Mr. Potter. We'll go to the Quidditch Pitch. But you will allow Madam Pomfrey to look you over before you begin the Task."

"You mean she's going to be there?" Harry asked, with a sly grin, "And not in the Hospital Wing where you were thinking of bringing me?"

"You are as cheeky as your father at the worst of times, Mr. Potter," McGonagall groused.

"And you just sounded like Snape, Professor McGonagall," Harry replied.

"That's 'Professor Snape', Mr. Potter," McGonagall said.

"He calls me 'Potter', so I call him 'Snape'," Harry said, shrugging.

McGonagall sighed and shook her head. "Follow me, Mr. Potter. We cannot delay any longer. We're lucky your collapse hasn't gained any attention!"

Harry silently agreed as he followed the Transfiguration Professor. Luckily, none of the students had come out of Hogwarts just yet, to make their way down to the Quidditch Pitch. And neither Cedric, Fleur or Krum seemed to be nearby. He could imagine the looks on their faces if they had seen him collapse.

Maybe it would have been better if they saw me faint, Harry mused. Thinking I am nervous about the final Task. Thinking I am weak. It would let them underestimate me. Oh well... not like I really need them to underestimate me. There's no chance of them beating me.

Harry considered himself lucky that he had prepared himself for the maze in the future before he had traveled back to the past. He had considered waiting until he was back in the past to prepare for the maze. But he decided against that, in case something like this exact scenario happened – him arriving back in the past the day of the Third Task. The fact that he had arrived only mere minutes before the Task was rather disconcerting, but, as he told his younger self, it was doable.

His preparation for the maze in the future was diving into a Pensieve and studying his memories of the maze. He decided to use the same route, minus the many wrong turns and dead ends he had encountered the last time through. He would just get through the obstacles quicker than he had last time. With his magical knowledge and skills, he had no doubts he could get to the Cup long before Cedric did.

Cedric will not be going to the graveyard with me this time, Harry vowed. This time, he will live.

Soon, Harry and Professor McGonagall arrived at the Quidditch Pitch, which was just as Harry remembered it at this moment in time. The hedges were twenty-feet high, and Harry could see the four archways which led into the maze. Each champion would choose one of the entrances. Harry and Cedric would be going first, as they were tied for first in points leading up to the task.

Professor McGonagall led Harry over to Madam Pomfrey who was standing outside a makeshift Hospital Tent.

"Poppy, Mr. Potter fainted on the journey here," McGonagall said. "Could you check on him, please?"

"I cannot give him any Potions until after the Task, Minerva," Madam Pomfrey said, "That's the rules of the Tournament, no matter how much I wanted it to change. I can only look him over."

"Very well," McGonagall said.

As Madam Pomfrey readied her wand Harry waved his own hand where neither the Deputy Headmistress nor the Hogwarts Healer could see it. He cast a wandless, silent Compulsion Charm on Madam Pomfrey, so she wouldn't notice anything too off about him. He wasn't sure whether or not his recently merged forms of his future and present selves would be identifiable with Diagnostic Charms, especially this early on, but he didn't want to chance Madam Pomfrey discovering anything, and telling Dumbledore about it.

Harry was an expert at wandless and silent magic, having trained with it and mastering it during his career as an Auror. He had theorized, due to the merging, that he would be able to do wandless and silent magic in his fourteen year old body. He was quite happy to have it confirmed, as he noticed Madam Pomfrey's eyebrows flutter as the Compulsion Charm settled over her.

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over him a few times, then smiled at Harry and Professor McGonagall.

"He doesn't seem to be affected from his bout of fainting," Madam Pomfrey said. "I have no complaints about him performing the Task."

"Truly?" McGonagall asked.

Madam Pomfrey merely nodded and smiled.

"I told you I was fine, Professor," Harry said.

"Well, it is nice to have it confirmed anyway, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said.

"If that is all," Harry said, "I need to get ready for the Task."

"Of course, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said, "Harry? Good luck this evening."

Harry was momentarily shocked that the strict Professor had called him by his first name. Even as an adult, she called him Mr. Potter or Lord Potter.

"Thank you, Professor," he said with a smile.

The students and other spectators were making their way to the seating areas, as Harry walked over to the other three Champions. Almost immediately, Harry found Hermione standing, smiling and waving in his direction. Ron, Ginny, Molly and Bill Weasley were all near Hermione, as were several other Gryffindors. Harry had to use his Occlumency abilities to calm himself down so he wouldn't express any of the emotions he felt for the three traitorous Weasleys, who dared to believe they were his friends. He simply waved and smiled, focusing on Hermione, even though the others would think he was waving at them as well.

Harry turned his attention to his three fellow Champions, all of whom were staring at the maze with different expressions. They all seemed focused on the task ahead, however, as none of them were glancing his way.

The sky was a deep, clear blue now, and the first stars were starting to appear. Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick came walking into the stadium and approached Bagman and the champions. They were wearing large, red, luminous stars on their hats, all except Hagrid, who had his on the back of his moleskin vest.

"We are going to be patrolling the outside of the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the champions. "If you get into difficulty, and wish to be rescued, send red sparks into the air, and one of us will come and get you, do you understand?"

The champions nodded.

"Off you go, then!" said Bagman brightly to the four patrollers.

"Good luck, Harry," Hagrid whispered.

The four Professors walked away in different directions, to station themselves around the maze.

Bagman now pointed his wand at his throat, muttered, "Sonorus," and his magically magnified voice echoed into the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each — Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter, both of Hogwarts School!" The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In second place, with eighty points — Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" More applause. "And in third place — Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!"

As a third round of applause rang from the spectators, Harry and Cedric made their way over to two of the four archways. Harry had made sure to stand nearest the same archway he had been in front of the last time around. He didn't want to risk the chance that Cedric might choose it, and he would have to go into a route he wasn't prepared for.

Harry looked toward Cedric, who glanced back at him. Harry gave him a small smile and a nod, which Cedric returned.

Sorry, Cedric, Harry said, Won't let you get anywhere near the Cup this time. You're going to live and have a happy, and healthy future, whether it is with Cho or not.

"So... on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!" said Bagman. "Three — two — one —"

He gave a short blast on his whistle, and Harry and Cedric hurried forward into the maze. The towering hedges cast black shadows across the path, and, whether because they were so tall and thick or because they had been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment they entered the maze.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment, as he focused on the memories of his Pensieve sessions, in which he studied the maze. He opened his eyes and cast a charm over himself, enhancing the speed of his jogging. He started forward through the maze, letting his memories guide him. By the time Bagman blew his whistle a second time, signalling Krum entering the maze, Harry was already several yards and a couple left and right turns into the maze. Owing to the Pensieve studies, he knew which directions to go, which paths to take, and how to avoid dead ends. Like last time, he hadn't encountered any obstacles by the time the sharp whistle rang out, announcing Fleur's entrance into the maze. He knew Crouch, Junior, posing as Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody was clearing a few obstacles for him.

He soon came upon one path in the maze where, during the last go around, he had run into Cedric Diggory, who had gotten on the wrong side of a Blast-Ended Skrewt. However, it appeared he had arrived there much sooner, owing to him avoiding dead ends. He simply hurried forward and immediately felt the obvious chilly air of a Dementor. However... owing to his Pensieve studies, he knew this wasn't a real Dementor.

"Riddikulus!" Harry exclaimed.

There was a loud crack, and the shape-shifter exploded in a wisp of smoke. Harry smirked and hurried forward. Again, he was able to avoid going toward a couple dead ends he had encountered the last time around.

Soon enough, he encountered a golden mist he remembered from his Pensieve studies. Harry cast an advanced charm he studied for this exact moment, and the golden mist vanished. Still, he cautiously moved forward until he reached where the mist had been. When nothing happened, he sighed in relief and hurried forward, having passed the obstacle.

Nearly five minutes later, five minutes of encountering nothing – Crouch, Junior seemed to working overtime, since he was doing so well in the maze – Harry heard Fleur Delacour scream out in fear and pain. He knew an Imperiused Viktor Krum had attacked her. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, and continued to move forward. He then recalled that he had been back at the golden mist the last time Fleur had been attacked by the Imperiused Krum. He was already five minutes ahead of schedule. This was a very good thing.

Another three minutes passed, easily avoiding a couple more wrong turns and dead ends, as he recalled the Pensieve studies. Soon, he encountered a Blast-Ended Skrewt.

"Flipendo, Bombarda, Impedimenta!" Harry exclaimed, casting a spell-chain of curses and hexes.

The Skrewt screeched in agitated pain as he was flipped over, then thrown backwards, then finally froze, all in only a couple of seconds. Harry cast an overpowered Stunning Spell on the vulnerable underside of the Skrewt, knocking it out for good as he ran past it, and hurried further into the maze.

After another five minutes, he came upon a familiar spot where, last time, he had encountered Cedric and Krum dueling, with Krum throwing Cruciatus Curses. However, due to the speed and lack of dead ends and wrong turns, Harry was at least five minutes – if not more – ahead of Cedric and Krum.

Harry continued moving forward, and three minutes later, he found what he was looking for: the Sphinx.

It had the body of an over-large lion: great clawed paws and a long yellowish tail ending in a brown tuft. Its head, however, was that of a woman. She turned her long, almond-shaped eyes upon Harry as he approached.

"I seek the path beyond you, great Sphinx," Harry said, calmly. "Give me your riddle, and I will answer it."

The Sphinx raised an eyebrow, then nodded. In a deep, hoarse voice, she said, "Answer on your first guess — I let you pass. Answer wrongly — I attack. Remain silent — I will let you walk away from me unscathed."

"Very well," Harry said.

The sphinx sat down upon her hind legs, in the very middle of the path, and recited:

"First think of the person who lives in disguise,
Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.
Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,
The middle of middle and end of the end?
And finally give me the sound often heard
During the search for a hard-to-find word.
Now string them together, and answer me this,
Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?"

Harry sighed in relief. He had hoped it would be the same riddle as last time, and it was.

"The answer is a Spider, Great Sphinx," Harry said.

The sphinx smiled broadly. She got up, stretched her front legs, and then moved aside for him to pass. Harry merely nodded at her with respect, which she returned, and he hurried forward.

Two minutes later, he turned a corner and saw – at the far end of the path – the Triwizard Cup. However, he knew the obstacles weren't finished. He knew what he was about to encounter. Last time, he had injured his leg due to this encounter, which had caused him a lot of pain during his time in the graveyard, and had definitely reduced his mobility. This time, he would not, could not, let that happen. If he was injured before he reached the graveyard, it would make his plan far more difficult.

He inhaled and exhaled, focusing himself, then headed forward. Halfway down the path, he heard movement to his left. He turned and found a large Acromantula heading toward his direction. He immediately cast several lethal and powerful spells, including Bombardments and others toward the large spider. He aimed several spells toward the legs and on either side of the spider just in case it tried to dodge. The spells hit two of the spider's legs, followed by a Bombardment directly to the face. The Acromantula screeched in pain as it was thrown backwards through the air. Harry cast an overpowered Stunning Spell to make sure the spider stayed down. Then he turned and walked toward the Triwizard Cup. As he reached the cup, he inhaled and exhaled. He knew what needed to happen. He had prepared for this moment.

Harry grabbed the handle of the Triwizard Cup with one hand and felt the familiar tug of his navel as the Portkey activated. A swirl of color and a gust of wind surrounded him as he traveled with the Portkey. As it slowed down, he pushed his legs forward, in a walking motion, as he landed on the ground.

Sure enough, he was standing in the graveyard.

Time for a little show, Harry mused.

"Uh – er – I suppose this must be part of the Task then," Harry said, faking a timid, unsure tone, "So what do I need to do now then?"

He pointed his wand forward, then heard what he was waiting for: Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail, cast an Expelliarmus. Harry dropped his wand, near the Triwizard Cup Portkey, before the Disarming Hex could reach him, and was relieved when it didn't go toward Wormtail instead.

Wormtail walked toward him, pointing his wand – or rather Voldemort's wand – at Harry.

"You!" Harry snarled, though he was mostly acting at the moment.

"Y-yes, it is me, H-Harry!" Wormtail stammered. "S-surprised to s-see me?"

"What do you want?" Harry asked.

Harry knew it was coming, and he allowed it to happen. Ropes appeared from Voldemort's wand and wrapped around Harry. Harry fell over, then was brought back to his feet with another spell. He was lifted into the air and found himself floating over toward a marble headstone, which he knew belonged to Voldemort's Muggle father. Soon enough, he was tied to the headstone, his back pressed against the marble. Once sure that Harry was bound so tightly to the headstone that he couldn't move an inch, Wormtail drew a length of some black material from the inside of his cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth; then, without a word, he turned from Harry and hurried away.

Harry rolled his eyes. He didn't mind the gag or the ropes. He'd easily be able to do away with all of it, but he couldn't do it yet. He had to wait for the opportune moment.

He could hear noises at his feet. He looked down and saw a gigantic snake slithering through the grass, circling the headstone where he was tied.

I'll deal with you and the Horcrux inside of you soon enough, Maledictus, Harry vowed.

Wormtail's fast, wheezy breathing was growing louder again. It sounded as though he was forcing something heavy across the ground. Then he came back within Harry's range of vision, and Harry saw him pushing a stone cauldron to the foot of the grave. He then begun to prepare what would ultimately be the ritual that would bring Lord Voldemort back to a full body.

Would you hurry up, Wormtail? Harry mused, I don't have all night!

Wormtail walked away, out of view, again, and returned a minute later, carrying what Harry knew was the homonculus frorm of Lord Voldemort.

"Is it ready, Wormtail?!" Voldemort hissed.

"It is nearly ready, M-Master," Wormtail stammered, "S-Sorry it was not ready s-sooner. The boy m-made it here quicker than was assumed. Junior m-must have b-been rather eager to m-make sure the b-boy made it through the m-maze."

"Of course he was," Voldemort hissed, "He is my most loyal servant, after all. Now silence yourself, and get your task done! Now!"

A moment passed, and the whole surface of the water was alight with sparks.

"It is ready, Master," Wormtail said.

"Now," Voldemort hissed.

Wormtail lowered Voldemort into the cauldron; there was a hiss, and the homonculus vanished below the surface; Harry heard its frail body hit the bottom with a soft thud.

Wormtail was speaking. His voice shook; he seemed frightened beyond his wits. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and spoke to the night.

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

The surface of the grave at Harry's feet cracked. Harry watched as a fine trickle of dust rose into the air at Wormtail's command and fell softly into the cauldron. The 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 watched, with a cold smirk, as Wormtail brought the dagger down and cut off his hand at the wrist. Wormtail screamed out in agony and pain as his hand fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Wormtail picked up his hand and threw it into the cauldron with a splash.

Ignoring what the cauldron was doing, Harry wandlessly and silently cast a numbing charm on his arms. He knew what was about to happen, and he didn't need the pain to distract him.

"B-blood of the enemy... forcibly taken... you will... resurrect your foe," Wormtail chainted.

The dagger came down on Harry's arm, slicing it open. Though he felt no pain due to the numbing charms, he let out a scream, so Wormtail would think he was feeling the pain. It seemed to work, because Wormtail made a satisfied sneer in Harry's direction as he collected a few drops of blood on the dagger.

As soon as Wormtail turned around, Harry cast a Notice-Me-Not Charm on himself, then cast silent charms on his gag and ropes. By the time Wormtail was dropping the blood into the cauldron, Harry was free of his bindings.

Harry wasn't paying attention to the Cauldron at all. He knew what was going on, but he needed to be ready to make his move. He was mindful of where Nagini the Maledictus was, but he also knew his Notice-Me-Not was so powerful that Nagini wouldn't notice him until he lifted it. Harry crept over to the Triwizard Cup, collected his wand from the ground and waited.

He watched as the cauldron began to spit and bubble. As soon as he saw Voldemort began to rise out of the cauldron, Harry pointed his wand at Nagini, while watching Wormtail who was distracted, watching his Master rise again.

He cast a silent Cutting Curse toward Nagini, and the serpent cried out in shock and pain as the Curse sliced off its head. The dark, black vapor that used to be the Horcrux, screeched as it dissipated into nothing, causing Wormtail to turn toward the sound.

Harry lifted the Notice-Me-Not Charm, then pointed his wand toward Wormtail.

"Accio Voldemort's Wand!" Harry exclaimed "Accio Peter Pettigrew!"

Wormtail yelped as Voldemort's wand was torn from his remaining hand and zoomed over to Harry. Harry caught it. Even before the wand reached Harry's hand, Wormtail was being thrown through the air toward him. Wormtail landed on the ground, and Harry cast a Stunning Spell on him.

Voldemort was still standing in the cauldron, but he was looking at Harry with an angry expression. Harry pocketed Voldemort's wand, grabbed Wormtail's hand, then waved at the enraged and shocked – and newly resurrected – Voldemort. He then brought his hand down onto the Cup portkey.

As he felt that familiar pull of his navel, Harry heard the enraged Voldemort scream out in frustration for a moment, before it was muffled by the wind whipping around him.

A moment later, Harry, Wormtail, and Voldemort's wand were on their way back to Hogwarts, leaving Voldemort in the graveyard alone with nothing but the corpse of his trusted familiar.


And there you go. I am currently working on Yule Ball Drama, though I am also focusing on Free Use Experience as well. This is just a possible future story of mine.

So what do you think?