Harry kept his full attention on the wand in Pettigrew's hand as he continued to move away. An image from the vision he had in the summer came to mind; one where the same high-pitched voice casts the killing curse upon an old muggle. He still didn't know exactly what it looked like, but he knew in that bundle was Voldemort.
The thought left Harry stunned and he almost missed the wand movement and "Incarcerous!" from Wormtail. Harry manged to dive out of the way just as thick ropes skimmed past him. The leap took its toll as his left arm slammed into an old worn tombstone. He rolled over and glanced down at his arm, the pain coursing through his body already suggested it, but the odd angle the arm hung at confirmed that it was broken. Harry gritted his teeth and pushed the pain away as he scrambled back to his feet. His eyes caught sight of the tombstone and though the first name was old, faded and unreadable, a familiar last name glared back at him 'RIDDLE'. Harry looked at another tombstone and then another; several had the same name.
Harry started moving along a row of tombstones as he tried to find Pettigrew in the darkness. His broken arm hit one of the stone monuments and another wave of pain washed over him almost sending him back to his knees. Again he pushed the pain to the back of his mind. He heard a sound to his right and through the darkness he could see Pettigrew was advancing on him again, but this time he was limping cautiously. Harry started backing away, looking around for something, anything that could help him. Not finding anything he brought his wand up again and was going to send another cutting curse at Womtail when something large and long slithered behind one of his feet, tripping him. Surprised, Harry was unable to do anything about the red light that hit him on his way to the ground.
In Dumbledore's office, Hermione was describing what had been happening with Harry. "It was Pettigrew sir. Harry was fighting him but he tripped and…and now Harry's stunned. He thinks he's there sir, He-who..I mean Voldemort. Harry thinks Voldemort is there with him."
"Okay, tell me everything wait…show it to me so I can see every detail. Maybe I can figure out where he is," Dumbledore said and rose from his desk. "We can use the pensieve."
"I…I was only listening to his thoughts sir. I didn't try to get an image," Hermione replied guiltily. She immediately started blaming herself. She thought of the hesitation he had before telling Harry not to touch the cup. "If I'd just not hesitated. If I'd just repeated Dumbledore immediately and now…and now I didn't try to see where he was. Harry, where are you?" Her final words were a plea that she knew wouldn't be answered, not until her bond mate woke up. Then an idea crossed her mind. "Sir maybe Fleur or Gabrielle…but with Harry being unconscious…"
"I understand Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore said. He turned to the red and gold phoenix sitting on the perch listening to everything said. "Fawkes, can you go retrieve both of the Delacour sisters? One is in the maze. The other one I'm not sure exactly but she will be near the pitch," With a small bob of his head the Phoenix took flight and then was gone in a flash of fire. Dumbledore made a quick motion with his wand and the silver phoenix patronus was back again. "Minerva, Filius, please retrieve Mr. Diggory from the maze. The tournament is over but we have problems. Do NOT let anyone see him yet," A flick of his wand and it too was off.
In the center of the maze two Champions looked at each other. They had just watched Harry Potter disappear with a Portkey. After asking Fleur if she knew the cup was a portkey, Cedric looked around. "How do you suppose we get out of here?" He asked.
Fleur didn't answer the question. She seemed to be focused on something unseen. Cedric could see concern in her eyes and presuming he knew what it meant so he tried again. "I'm sure Harry is fine. The cup was probably a fast way out of the maze."
"Non," Fleur finally replied. "E…'e is not 'ere anymore. Not at 'ogwarts."
"Sure he is. Like I said the Portkey probably took him out of the maze and he's getting ready to collect his thousand Galleons."
"Non," Fleur repeated as she looked at Cedric. "You don't understand, I know 'Arry isn't 'ere. But 'Ermione is wiz Dumbledore and 'e knows now."
"How can you know that?" Cedric asked. "I didn't think you were into divination or anything like that."
Fleur was back concentrating and didn't answer him for a minute. "Someone's coming."
Cedric looked around the clearing. "It's about time someone came for us, but how do you know."
"Non, someone's coming for 'Arry."
"Fleur what the hell is going on? How do you know what's happening with Harry?"
"You 'eard most of eet Cedric. 'Arry is my bond mate."
"So you're married or something? I thought he was dating your sister?"
"I don't 'ave time to explain, but eet is a secret," Fleur said. "Please Cedric, don't tell anyone about it. But for now just trust me…It's ze animagus...it's Wormtail!'
Cedric whirled around again looking around the clearing and still saw nothing. "You're starting to worry me Fleur. Do you need Madam Pomfrey? I can send up red sparks."
"Cedric, 'arry is my bondmate. Veela Bond mates can 'ear each other 'ere," She pointed to her head. "I can 'ear 'im in my mind. Right now 'e is dueling someone wherever zat cup took 'im," Her eyes focused on Cedric's. "I should 'ave taken ze cup wiz 'im. I could be zere 'elping 'im right now."
"Harry can take care of himself. He's proven that enough times."
"You don't understand. 'E thinks Voldemort is zere."
Cedric mentally cringed at the name but it did not reflect in his demeanor. "Harry is fighting You-Know-Who?"
"Oui, or at least 'is servant."
Cedric didn't know what to think but he was put into Hufflepuff for a good reason. "Okay Fleur, presuming what you're saying is correct, what can I do to help?" He asked.
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