Life changing adventure

Chapter 22

Harry looked around for Percy hoping to share the victory with him but he is not there so Harry grasped the handle .As soon as Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling him onward in a howl of wind and swirling color. He looked around and saw he was miles away from Hogwarts .

He was standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right .A hill rose above them to their left. Harry could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hill side. 

Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that he was being watched. Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Harry couldn't make outa face ,but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And - several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time - Harry saw that the thing in the persons arms looked like a baby ... or was it merely a bundle of robes?

And then, without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as  he had never felt in all his life; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his head was about to split open. 

The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lit his wand, and was dragging Harry toward the marble headstone. Harry saw the name upon it flickering in the wand light before he was forced around and slammed  against it. TOM RIDDLE The cloaked man was now conjuring tight cords around Harry, tying him from neck to ankles to the headstone. Harry could hear shallow, fast breathing from the depths of the hood; he struggled, and the man hit him - hit him with a hand that had a finger missing. And Harry realized who was under the hood. It was Wormtail.  "You!" he gasped. 

But Wormtail, who had finished conjuring the ropes, did not reply; he was busy checking the tightness of the cords, his fingers trembling uncontrollably ,rumbling over the knots. Once sure that Harry was bound so tightly to the headstone that he couldn't move an inch, Wormtail drew a length of some black material from the inside of his cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth; then, without a word, he turned from Harry and hurried away. Harry couldn't make a sound, nor could he see where Wormtail had gone; he couldn't turn his head to see beyond the headstone; he could see only what was right in front of him. 

Then Harry saw something or some one in the bundle said in a cold voice " Hurry " causing Wormtail to pale . Harry saw Wormtail open the bundle causing his scare to hurt more . Whatever was in the bundle Harry didn't want it to be opened . Then Harry saw Wormtail started to stir something , he could not understand . Then he said "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son. Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe ". Whatever he meant Harry don't know but Harry felt raw fear ran through him making him shiver . 

Harry saw Wormtail taking the spilling some bones in the cauldron , he came forward and slit open Harry's arm enough for the blood to spill causing Harry to grit his teeth in pain and pouring it in the cauldron . Then Harry saw Wormtail cut his own arm causing Harry to close his eyes . 

But then, through the mist in front of him, he saw, with an icy surge of terror, the dark outline of a man, tall and skeletally thin, rising slowly from inside the cauldron. "Robe me," said the high, cold voice from behind the steam, and Wormtail, sobbing and moaning, still cradling his mutilated arm, scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground, got to his feet, reached up, and pulled them one-handed over his master's head. The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry...and Harry stared back into the face that had haunted his nightmares for three years. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was as flat as a snakes with slits for nostrils...