you grunted in pain as the bounds keeping you against the headstone squeezed itself tighter.

a graveyard. a freaking graveyard. that’s where the damn triwizard cup portkeyed you and cedric to. cedric, who laid limp and dirty just a few yards away from you.

you tried to contain your tears. but from the pain you felt from the gash in your arm and the ultimate despair you felt from loosing cedric, it was hard to fight the water from escaping.

“well,” came the honeyed voice of voldemort, his snake attributes now gone, “we meet again at last.” he took meaningful strides until he was faced just a few feet from you.

as the tip of his wand brushed against your forehead, you squeezed your eyes shut. he hummed in satisfaction as he got a glimpse of the scar he created. something about the scar pulled him in.

to him, the connection they shared seemed a bit too out of the ordinary. never had he had a person - an enemy for that matter - be able to look into his mind like he did with them. the only acceptions we’re those of his horcruxes.

the hand holding the wand lowered, and instead the touch was replaced with his bare fingertips. oh yes, the connection they shared definitely wasn’t one of an enemy.