"Bind the boy," said a high, cold voice. "He can perform wandless magic, so be sure that he cannot escape."
"Yes, my Lord," said Rabastan as he levitated Harry to the gravestone. With a flick of his wand, heavy metal chains appeared, binding Harry's hands and body to it.
"Rookwood, re-check the wards around the graveyard," said Voldemort. "We don't want any surprises."
"Yes, my Lord," said Rookwood, bowing as he scurried into the darkness.
Rodolphus and Wormtail pushed the giant stone cauldron to the place where it would be kept, ensuring the runes drawn around it were perfectly charged. Once done, the fire began cackling at the bottom.
"Now, Bella," ordered Voldemort.
Bellatrix opened the blanket and released the baby-like creature into the depths of the cauldron. Pointing her wand at Harry, she said, " Rennervate "
Harry's eyes jerked open and he panicked when he realised that he was tied up. His eyes widened when he saw the escaped Death Eaters and he was too shocked to speak.
"Hello, little Harry," said Bellatrix, grinning at him. "Welcome to the Dark Lord's rebirth party."
Oh, fuck!
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 gravestone cracked and the long bone dropped into the cauldron as it hissed. Peter hesitated but removed a long dagger.
"Flesh - of the servant - w-willingly given - you will - revive - your master."
Harry watched, horrified, as Wormtail cut off an arm and dropped it into the cauldron. Harry had read about rituals, but never had he come across something like this! When Wormtail came towards him, Harry began struggling again as the knife cut into his right forearm. No, this couldn't be happening! Not his blood!
"B-Blood of the enemy… forcibly taken… you will… resurrect your foe."
Harry could do nothing to prevent it; he was tied too tightly. He watched as the potion churned a blinding white colour. Bright sparks emerged from the cauldron as the tall, thin man stepped out. Harry's eyes were wide with terror for the first time since the basilisk incident.
"Robe me," he said coldly as Rodolphus quickly scrambled to cover his master. Voldemort turned and smirked at Harry's struggling form. Oh, how wonderful it was to see the boy like this! He had gathered a lot of information about the boy over the past year. He had not been idle - no, he was Lord Voldemort. As soon as the boy was killed tonight, they would begin their assault on the Ministry of Magic. Without the boy who was prophesied to kill him, not even Albus Dumbledore or Sirius Black could stop him from claiming power.
Of course, there was an alternative…
Harry stared back at the face of the man who had murdered his parents.
Face white as skull; eyes red with vertical slits like a cat; no nose and with slits for nostrils…
Lord Voldemort had risen again.
...
"What is going on? Where's Harry?" demanded Sirius angrily.
"Contact the Emergency Squad," said Amelia to the nearby Auror. "Tell them to check the centre of the maze where the cup was placed. Was there something wrong with the Portkey?"
Neither of them paid any attention to Dumbledore as they were busy with the Ministry employees. The Headmaster was staring at Snape and Karkaroff as both of them clutched their left forearms in pain. Dumbledore closed his eyes as he realised what had happened. Voldemort had returned - and he was calling his inner circle Death Eaters to him. When he opened his eyes, there was a rare fire seen in those blue orbs. He was beyond furious, his magic leaking around him, aura palpable. How could this have happened right under his nose?
Where was Harry?
Barty Crouch Senior had a maniacal grin on his face. The grin seemed very out of place on the usually perfectly composed wizard.
Their plan had worked perfectly. The Dark Lord was back!
...
"My Lord… master… please," begged Wormtail.
Voldemort smirked as he threw Peter to the gravestone behind him and again to the ground with a lazy flick of his wand. Wormtail cried in pain, but Voldemort paid him no mind.
"Master… I beg of you…"
"Traitorous as you were, Wormtail," said Voldemort coldly, "it was still you who freed my servants from Azkaban, without which I would not have returned to my body. You have helped me, and Lord Voldemort rewards his helpers."
A silvery fluid flew from the tip of Voldemort's wand and curled itself around Wormtail's hand. All five of the Death Eaters were now kneeling before him.
"Bellatrix, your arm," said Voldemort. Bellatrix leapt up like a devotee serving her God as she extended her hand, showing the Dark Mark. Voldemort pressed his hand to it and all five of them hissed in pain.
"Now we shall see," said Voldemort softly. "We shall see who has the courage to return…"
Voldemort walked over to Harry who was still struggling, using liberal amounts of wandless magic in the process, but it was no use. Harry had by now fully regained control of his emotions as his face was cold and impassive. Voldemort had to give it to the boy - his Occlumency shields were most impressive.
"Hello, Harry Potter," said Voldemort softly. "Do you remember the last time we met?"
"I was just a year old when we last met," said Harry calmly. "How do you expect me to remember that?"
Voldemort laughed softly. "I was not talking about that incident, Harry," he said. "I was talking about the time when you murdered Quirrell in your first year at Hogwarts. Smart boy; even Dumbledore did not know that I was possessing Quirrell, but you figured it out… murder at the age of eleven; I must say I did not expect that from you back then."
If Harry was shocked, he certainly did not show it. How the hell did Voldemort know that? Voldemort had not made an appearance after Quirrell's death, had he? How did he know that I was the one who killed Quirrell?
Voldemort smirked as he heard cracks of Apparition. The Death Eaters were looking at Voldemort as though they couldn't believe their eyes. Moving forward, they kissed the hem of his robes and backed away, standing in the circle. The five escaped Death Eaters from Azkaban stood proudly amongst the others, looking smug.
"Welcome Death Eaters," said Voldemort coldly. "Thirteen years… thirteen years it has been and yet you all appear before me like it had only been yesterday since the last time we had gathered under the Dark Mark. I see you all hale and healthy… unlike our friends here who broke out of Azkaban to find me. When they could do so, why couldn't you?"
"Nothing to say?" said Voldemort angrily, enjoying the trembling forms of his servants. "Lord Voldemort demands an answer from you all! Let's start with you, shall we Avery? Crucio!"
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