The Maze was twisting, alive, shifting walls and illusions with every step.Harry moved through it with confidence—Roy's training had sharpened him beyond belief.
Ron, meanwhile, had only one thought in his corrupted, jealousy-filled mind:
"Harry will take the glory again…I'll get the Cup first…I HAVE to!"
Ron stalked Harry through the Maze like a shadow, panting, wand shaking.
Harry reaches the Triwizard Cup
The silver-blue Cup pulsed with magic.
Harry stepped forward—and placed his hand on it.
That exact second—
Ron leaped forward and grabbed the Cup too.
Harry shouted:"RON—NO, STOP!"
Ron:"THE GLORY IS MINE—!"
And—
A third hand touched the Cup.
A pale, trembling hand.
The Maze's whispering roots parted to reveal… Peter Pettigrew.
He hissed:
"Master awaits."
And with a sickening whirl—
**💀 Harry, Ron, and Peter vanished in blue light.
The Portkey activated.**
🔥 In the Maze — Roy Arrives Too Late
Roy sprinted through the Maze, walls opening like they were fleeing from his aura.He reached the Cup's pedestal—
…and found it empty.
His eyes narrowed.
He could feel the residue of Voldemort's dark magic.
Dumbledore and the professors arrived, panting.
Roy turned toward the Headmaster.
Roy:"The Cup was a Portkey. They're gone."
Dumbledore's face fell into grim acceptance.
Dumbledore:"Then it has begun…the ritual I feared for fourteen years."
Flitwick:"Ritual? What ritual? Albus—?"
Dumbledore raised a hand."Not now."
Roy's aura surged—rage, fear, determination.
Roy:"I can't follow the trail. Whoever set the Portkey shielded the exit point."
Dumbledore placed a heavy hand on Roy's shoulder.
Dumbledore:"Stay.Wait for them.You are the only one who can protect them the moment they return."
Roy clenched his fists but nodded.
🔥 Graveyard — Voldemort's Ritual Begins
Harry and Ron landed hard on cold stone.
They were in…
The Little Hangleton Graveyard.
Gravestones everywhere.Moonlight.Wind howling.
Ron groaned and stood up—
But suddenly—
"INCARCERUS!"
Ropes flew out of nowhere, binding Ron to a gravestone.
Another spell bound Harry to a statue of an angel.
Footsteps echoed.
Peter Pettigrew emerged from the darkness, carrying something hideous:
a shriveled, noseless, fetal creature—Voldemort's pre-body form.
Harry gasped.
Ron screamed.
Peter hissed:"Behold… the Dark Lord."
Voldemort's voice—weak but sharp—croaked:
"Begin… the ritual."
Peter raised his wand.The cauldron glowed blood-red.Dark magic crackled like lightning.
🔥 Back at Hogwarts — Roy Waits
Students gathered around the Maze exit.
Fleur looked terrified.Hermione was crying.Cho was trembling.Daphne clenched her fists.Cassandra, Luna, Astoria—all terrified.
Fleur:"Roy… where is Harry? Where is my Ron's sister's friend?!"
Hermione:"ROY PLEASE—TELL ME THEY'RE OKAY—!"
Roy's jaw tightened.
He looked at them—his girlfriends, his family.
Roy:"They're alive.But they're in danger."
Grayfia stepped beside him, eyes glowing icy silver.
Grayfia:"Should we intervene, my Lord?"
Roy shook his head.
Roy:"If Voldemort returns, the Portkey will bring them back here.I won't let them die.I'll be the first thing Voldemort sees."
Behind him, Dumbledore stood silently—trusting Roy completely.
🔥 In the Graveyard — the Resurrection
Pettigrew chanted:
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given…"Earth cracked.Bones floated into the cauldron.
"Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed…"Peter sliced off his hand, screaming.
"Blood of the enemy… forcibly taken…"
He sliced Harry's arm—and walked toward Ron.
Ron thrashed wildly, yelling:
"GET AWAY FROM ME—! DON'T TOUCH ME—!"
Peter sneered.
"Master wants both your blood.The reborn Lord will need stronger magic…"
Harry and Ron's blood mixed in the cauldron.
The liquid glowed.
Screamed.
Boiled.
Exploded upward—
And from the rising steam—
Lord Voldemort stepped out… reborn.