Change the Future

GOF 24

Rory wakes in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church just about visible beyond a large yew tree. She tries to move only to discover She's tied to something.  Harry appears with Cedric. Someone walk past her. He was holding something in his arms. It looked like a baby. As he got closer to Harry, Harry's wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face falling to his knees as a cold voice says.

"Kill the spare." 

"Avada Kedavra!" Wormtail says. A blast of green light hits Cedric as he falls to the ground beside Harry.

"NO" Amos shouts as everyone looks on shocked. Peter looks at the screen, just about ready to cry. 

 Wormtail starts pulling Harry to his feet. He had put down his bundle, lit his wand, and was dragging Harry toward the marble headstone beside Rory. Harry glanced at Rory.

"Rory" he shouts.

"Harry" She says barely above a whisper. Wormtail was now conjuring tight cords around Harry, tying him from neck to ankles to the headstone. Harry struggled causing Wormtail to hit him.

"You!" Harry gasped just realising who it was. 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 started checking my ropes before he hurried away. A gigantic snake slithering through the grass, circling the headstone where Harry was tied. Wormtail's fast, wheezy breathing was growing louder again. It sounded as though he was forcing something heavy across the ground. Then he came back within view and was pushing a stone cauldron to the foot of the grave. 

The thing inside the bundle of robes on the ground was stirring more persistently, as though it was trying to free itself. Now Wormtail was busying himself at the bottom of the cauldron with a wand. Suddenly there were crackling noise beneath it. The large snake slithered away into the darkness. The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat very fast. The surface began not only to bubble, but to send out fiery sparks, as though it were on fire. Steam was thickening, blurring the outline of Wormtail tending the fire. The movements beneath the robes became more agitated.

"Hurry!" The voice from before said. The whole surface of the water was alight with sparks now. It might have been encrusted with diamonds.

"It is ready Master." Wormtail said

"Now" said the cold voice. Wormtail pulled open the robes on the ground, revealing what was inside them, and Harry let out a yell that was strangled in the wad of material blocking his mouth as Rory stared in shock. It was as though Wormtail had flipped over a stone and revealed something ugly, slimy, and blind but worse, a hundred times worse. The thing Wormtail had been carrying had the shape of a crouched human child, except that no one had seen anything less like a child. It was hairless and scaly-looking, a dark, raw, reddish black. Its arms and legs were thin and feeble, and its face - no child alive ever had a face like that - flat and snakelike, with gleaming red eyes. The thing seemed almost helpless; it raised its thin arms, put them around Wormtail's neck, and Wormtail lifted it. As he did so, his hood fell back to reveal the look of revulsion on Wormtail's weak, pale face in the firelight as he carried the creature to the rim of the cauldron. And then Wormtail lowered the creature into the cauldron; there was a hiss, and it vanished below the surface its frail body hit the bottom with a soft thud. Wormtail was speaking. His voice shook; he seemed frightened beyond his wits. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and spoke to the night.