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"What a lovely new body I have." Voldemort mused, flexing his limbs and spinning his Wand deftly between his fingertips.

"Not sure how much of an improvement it is, I mean we all sort of caught your pale ass emerging from that pot and I have to say… really, no genitals at all? I mean call me silly, but I would have put something there at least. Course maybe you never got laid growing up, so you don't know what sex is like… in that case I commend you on your choice to continue your celibacy oh Dark Lord Tom."

The Dark Lord snarled at the boy's insults, before his own face shifted into something far darker. "Carrow, Rabastan, If Potter addresses me by anything other than 'Dark Lord' I want you to enjoy his pretty little friend…"

The two men, who were the ones currently nearest to Fleur, grinned as well.

Harry, on the other hand merely turned to face them, his face staring at them in a way that sent shivers of unknown fear down their spines.

"A duel then Potter?" Voldemort declared with a sneer. "Good, good… Avery make sure you focus in on us with the orb. I want the entire world to watch as I destroy their precious savior!" the cowardly man quickly nodded, before slowly encircling them to capture every angle.

The two Wizards met each other's eyes, before striding into the middle of the opening in unison. Voldemort drew first, not that Harry even bothered to do so, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry sidestepped the bolt of green energy, allowing it to strike the Death Eater who had been positioned behind him during their movements. Avery fell to the ground, his eyes blank and lifeless. With his death the orb dimmed and fell, cracking on a nearby stone as it stopped its broadcast.

"Whoops, sure hope he wasn't important…"

Rage ripped through the Dark Lord once more, "Crouch! The orb, NOW! I want my victory shown to the world!"

"Y-yes my Lord…"

Meanwhil,e Harry let out an exasperated sigh, "Do we have to stand around and wait oh Dark Lord ? I mean I do have things to do, places to be and such…"

Voldemort growled, before raising his weapon once more.

...

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin Apparated into the clearing they had been just informed of to meet Dumbledore at. Even still they estimated several miles of distance to where their godson was. This wasn't some hastily planned action, it had been in the works for some time if the Dark Lord's followers had set up such a massive Ward.

"Remus, Sirius!" a voice called out

The two men turned to see the Headmaster gesture them from a short distance away. The two hastily made their way over to see a large group of Aurors, including Tonks and Amelia Bones, along with the elderly Wizard himself. Several were currently working on what appeared to be analyzing the barrier separating them from their objective.

"Albus, what happened?"

"I am not sure, but from what we have gathered Harry was kidnapped by Alastor Moody shortly after the third task of the Championship began. It was then that Severus was summoned by the Dark Lord, but not before sending me the coordinates."

"And thus, here we are." Director Bones chimed in, as a few more Aurors appeared nearby, adding to their forces. "I am not sure if this will be enough Albus, at least not with hostages involved."

A growl answered her, "Then we make do, that monster is not going to take my godson from me." Remus swore, earning a nod of agreement from his best friend.

The others fell silent, before the Ward breakers continued their duty of bringing the dome down.

...

In all her years Fleur Delacour had never felt such despair . In her heart she knew that this night would be the end of her, that she would die in this horrible, wretched place… if she was lucky. Kidnapped Veela were rarely given a pleasant end, and often suffered through hours, if not days, of violations before being granted death.

The only thing currently stopping this was a boy. A single fourteen-year-old child who stood against a Dark Wizard, decades greater in experience. Yet the boy stood, and in that single fact she found some solace. At least when her end came it would be with the one she had fallen in love with. With the boy who had shown her something greater in humanity, and in herself, than she had ever thought possible. Perhaps her last moment would be staring into his beautiful eyes one last time.

The Veela's thoughts went next to her own sister.

Gabbie, if only there had been more time, time for goodbyes and tear-filled whispers of 'I love you'. Her younger sister meant more to her than anything else in this miserable world… and yet she would never see the bundle of joy and sunshine again.

'At least she will be safe, at least she isn't here…' It was a small miracle, but at this point the French Witch would take whatever she could get.

On her other side Krum made a desperate struggle to free himself, only to be punched by the older man holding him hostage.

Cedric, it appeared, had given up long ago.

A roar of anger brought the girl's attention back to the duel, and to where her only hope of salvation lay.

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