4/7/2023 0 Comments Clockbox rp dreamwidth„There are nothing but problems with you, Potter.” A high-pitch voice hissed in his ear. Between the pain and suffocation, Harry was quickly losing the fight to stay conscious. Voldemort’s snake just tightened her hold on him and squeezed the breath out of him. Something heavy wrapped around his chest and constricted. His scar split open and started to bleed. But where? He quickly glanced around, paying special attention to the dark corners, trying to guess where the Dark Lord was hidden. Harry hissed and clapped his hand on his famous scar, losing his wand in the process. By his estimation, it should take that long to someone with the authority to start missing their little money-maker. He wouldn't be missed for at least another hour. Barely half an hour had passed since he found himself in his current predicament. Not that he made a habit of visiting a lot of cemeteries. Like he had been here once before - in his dreams. The location was easy to determine by the surrounding macabre decorations. Also, it seemed the fraud masquerading as a divination teacher was right for once when she warned him about this. There was no way Wormtail was acting alone. One threat taken care of, Harry looked around trying to figure out what crazy plan was Voldemort hatching now. Considering his last successful escape-attempts, the rat could give Houdini run for his money. He broke the wand and flung both pieces in different directions. Staring at Pettigrew’s wand, Harry didn’t hesitate. The disarming spell was quickly followed by petrification and silencing. Seeing that useless peacock Lockhart to be knocked on his ass was one of the highlights of his second year. Loath to admit it he had to be thankful to Snape of all people, for teaching him disarming spell during that failure of duelling club two years ago. Fortunately, that traitorous rat was too fat from years living with Weasley’s as their sons’ pet to dodge the spell. „Expelliarmus.” Finally losing his patience with Pettigrew, Harry waved his wand and murmured the spell. Spying Pettigrew’s progress to sneak around, Harry had to admit it most likely saved Cedric’s life. It was a nice gesture from the steadfast Hufflepuff seeker. Full of trepidation, Harry was suddenly very glad, he let Cedric talk him into taking the Cup for himself. He caught sight of Pettigrew creeping around, half-hidden in a shadow. Previous experiences with the remote locations, where he found himself alone, pointed to it. The hair on his neck stood up in warning. Harry got to his feet and summoned his wand to his hand, slowly turning around to survey the place he was currently stuck in. Getting the cup was the last task, he had to do, to get free of that thrice-damned unbreakable contract. That something was very wrong Harry realized as soon as the cup-turned-portkey dumped him unceremoniously on the ground. With no other choice left he stands to fight against the Dark Lord.ĪN: Credit to Keira Marcos who infected me with the idea of goblins being dwarrows. Harry watched with horror as his nemesis rose from the cauldron - alive again. He was brought to the graveyard to witness the resurrection of Lord Voldemort. Summary: The Third Task of that Merlin forsaken Tournament caused Harry to be kidnapped. Warnings: AU, no beta, major character death, canon-level violence Prompt: Every Fandom Bang 2020 - theme: Fated
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