Potter and Black: The Goblet of Fire

Prior Incantatem

disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just Arabella. Hope you like it! It's a bit short... but somebody's in there! Someone you don't know! :D

Prior Incantatem

Wormtail approached Harry, who scrambled to find his feet, to support his own weight before the ropes were untied. Wormtail raised his hand, pulled out the material gagging Harry, and then cut through the bonds tying Harry to the gravestone.

Harry's legs shook under him as he stood on the grave. The Death Eater formed a tighter circle around them, so that the gaps where the missing Death Eaters should have stood were filled.

Wormtail walked out of the circle to where Cedric's body was. Arabella tried her best to move Cedric away so that Wormtail wouldn't touch him. Wormtail got Harry's wand without looking at Arabella and shoved it into Harry's hand, also without looking at him. Then Wormtail resumed his place in the circle of watching Death Eaters.

'You have been taught how to duel Harry Potter?' said Voldemort softly, his red eyes glinting through the darkness.

Arabella remembered the dueling club they had two years ago at Hogwarts. They only thing they learned was the Disarming Spell, 'Expelliarmus'… how was that supposed to help Harry against Voldemort and his thirty-something Death Eaters? She didn't even have her wand with her, most likely with Crouch Jr. Harry was most likely going to face the Avada Kedavra curse – Voldemort would probably want to destroy Harry once and for all.

'We bow to each other. Harry,' said Voldemort, bending a little, but keeping his face upturned to Harry. 'Come, the niceties must be observed… Dumbledore would like to show manners… Bow to death, Harry…'

The Death Eaters were laughing again. Voldemort was smiling. Harry did not bow. Arabella knew what he was doing. If Harry was going to die soon, he was not going to let Voldemort play him…

'I said, bow,' Voldemort said, raising his wand, and Harry bowed. Imperious Curse thought Arabella. The Death Eaters laughed harder than ever.

'Very good,' said Voldemort softly, as he raised his wand. 'And now you face me, like a man… straight-backed and proud, the way your father died… And now – we duel.'

Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could even move, he was hit by the Cruciatus curse. He was screaming, twisting and shaking on the ground. Rather than sitting on the ground, clutching Cedric's lifeless body, Arabella wanted to do something. But she knew if she did something, or said something, it would be worse for Harry.

And then it stopped. Harry rolled over and scrambled to his feet. He was shaking uncontrollably; he staggered sideways into the wall of watching Death Eater, and they pushed him away back toward Voldemort.

'A little break,' said Voldemort, 'a little pause… That hurt, didn't it, Harry? You don't want me to do that again do you?'

Harry didn't answer.

'I asked you whether you want me to do that again,' said Voldemort softly. 'Answer me! Imperio!'

'Just say no,' whispered Arabella, gripping Cedric's body very tightly. 'Say no…'

'I WON'T!' burst from Harry's mouth.

'You won't?' said Voldemort quietly, and the Death Eaters were not laughing now. 'You won't say no? Harry, obedience is a virtue I need to teach you before you die… Perhaps another little dose of pain?'

Voldemort raised his wand, but Harry flung himself sideways onto the ground. He rolled behind the marble headstone of Voldemort's father.

'We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry,' said Voldemort as the Death Eaters laughed. 'You cannot hide from me. You know, Arabella has very nice skin. It would be a shame to see them cut away… Come out, Harry, and I won't lay a single finger on her… come out and play, then… it will be quick… it might even be painless…'

Voldemort looked at her with a twisted, cruel smile when he mentioned her skin being cut off. It made her skin crawl. Voldemort went closer towards the headstone, smiling all the way. Before he could stick his face around the headstone, Harry stood up, gripping his wand very tightly in his hand, thrust it out in front of him, and threw himself around the headstone, facing Voldemort.

Voldemort was ready. As Harry shouted, 'Expelliarmus!' Voldemort cried, 'Avada Kedavra!'

A jet of green light from Voldemort's wand collided with a jet of red light blasting from Harry's. They met in midair. A narrow beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor green, but bright, deep gold.

And then – Arabella had to rub her eyes – Harry's feet lifted from the ground. Both their feets lifted from the ground, their wands still connected by the golden light. The glided away from the tombstone of Voldemort's father and then came to a rest a few tombstones over. Arabella still had a clear view of them; it was just a couple gravestones away from her. The Death Eaters were shouting. They were asking Voldemort of instructions; they were closing in, reforming the circle around Harry and Voldemort, some of them drawing their wands.

The golden light connecting Harry and Voldemort cracked, but their wands remained connected, a thousand more beams arched over Harry and Voldemort, crisscrossing all around them, until they were enclosed in a golden, dome-shaped web, a cage of light.

'Do nothing!' Voldemort shrieked to the Death Eaters, 'Do nothing unless I command you!' Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters.

Then Arabella heard screams of pain coming from Voldemort's wand. A dense, smoky hand flew out of the tip of his wand and vanished… more shouts of pain… and then something much larger began to blossom from Voldemort's wand tip, a great, grayish something, that looked as though it were made of the solidest, densest smoke… it was a head… now a chest and arms… the chest of Cedric.

Arabella kept looking back and forth between the Cedric's lifeless body and his ghost. It stood up, looked up and down the golden light, and spoke.

'Hold on Harry,' it said.

The voice was distant and echoing. More screams of pain… and something emerged from its tip… the dense shadow of a second head… an old man came out of the wand just like Cedric had done… the man fell next to Cedric, and looked at Harry and Voldemort, and the golden dome, and the wands with mild surprise…

'He was a real wizard, then?' the old man said, his eyes on Voldemort. 'Killed me, that one did… You fight him, boy…'

But already another head was emerging… and this time it was a woman… she dropped to the ground and straightened up like the others, staring…

The shadow of Bertha Jorkins surveyed the battle before her with wide eyes.

'Don't let go, now!' she cried. 'Don't let him get you, Harry – don't let go!'

The three shadowy figures began to pace around the inner walls of the golden web, while the Death Eaters walked around the outside of it. And now another head was emerging from the tip of Voldemort's wand… The smoky shadow of a young woman with long hair fell to the ground, straightened up, and looked at Harry…

'You're father's coming…' she said quietly. 'He wants to see you… it will be all right… hold on…'

And he came… first his head, then his body… tall and untidy-haired like Harry. James Potter came out from Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground, and straightened like his wife. He walked close to Harry, looking down at him.

'Someone's coming now…' he said quietly with the same distant voices as the others. 'Just a few more moments…'

And another person emerged from the wand… first the head, then the chest, and the rest of the body… he had longish hair that reached just a little passed his ear, and a face with some wrinkles on them… he fell to the ground and straightened up like the rest of them… looking around, he seemed to have found something… he smiled towards Arabella…

'It's good to see you again, my dear,' he said softly, his voice distant.

Arabella nodded, not knowing who he was. He didn't look familiar, but there was something about him that she couldn't quite place…

'When the connection is broken,' said James Potter to Harry, 'we will linger for only moments… but we will give you time… you must get to the Portkey with Arabella, it will return you to Hogwarts… do you understand, Harry?'

'Yes,' gasped Harry.

'Arabella…' whispered Cedric towards her, 'take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents…'

'I will,' said Arabella, holding on to Cedric's body as tightly as she can.

'Do it now,' whispered James Potter, 'be ready to run… do it now…'

'NOW!' Harry yelled.

He pulled his wand upward, and the golden light broke. The dome vanished, but the shadowy figures of Voldemort's victims did not disappear – they were closing in upon Voldemort, shielding Harry from his gaze –

And Harry ran as he had never run in his life, knocking two stunned Death Eaters aside as he passed. He zigzagged behind two headstone, dodging curses and grave. Running as fast as he could towards Arabella and Cedric's body, no longer aware of the pain in his legs…

'Stun him!' Voldemort screamed.

Ten feet away from Arabella and Cedric, Harry dived behind a marble angle to avoid the jets of red light.

'Impedimenta!' he bellowed, pointing his wand wildly over his shoulder at the Death Eaters running at him.

There was no time to stop and look behind him. Harry jumped over the cup and grabbed on the Arabella's right arm that was stretched out. More jets of light flew past them as they held on to each other lightly…

'Accio!' Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the Triwizard Cup. It flew in the air and soared towards them. Harry caught it by the handle –

Arabella heard Voldemort's scream of fury at the same moment as she felt the jerk behind her navel, meaning that the Portkey had worked. They were going back…

Thank you for reading! The mystery person will be somewhat important in the fifth book...

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