Harry could perhaps never understand how things had ended up like this. Just moments ago, he had been in the maze on the Quidditch Pitch, taking part in the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament. How had he suddenly been kidnapped and brought here?
He had not even figured out why he had suddenly passed out or why he had been kidnapped, but Harry knew that his current situation was not looking good.
A man who was both unfamiliar and familiar came into view. He was the enemy Sirius had wanted to kill at every moment, and Harry's enemy as well—Peter Pettigrew.
Peter stood before a huge cauldron, though Harry had no idea what he was doing.
Before Harry could think about when Peter Pettigrew had kidnapped him, the man's shocking action left him dumbfounded. Peter actually placed an incredibly ugly baby into the cauldron. What was he trying to do? "Ah!"
The scar on Harry's forehead suddenly burned with unbearable pain, nearly making him pass out.
Vaguely, he heard Peter Pettigrew muttering. Then he felt a sharp blade pierce his arm. When Harry struggled to open his eyes, he saw a black figure slowly rising from the cauldron.
When the man stepped out of the cauldron and put on the robes Peter Pettigrew handed him, a bone-chilling shudder swept through Harry's body. It was the face that had haunted his nightmares for the past three years.
Voldemort had returned.
God, if this is some terrible nightmare, then please let me wake up! Harry roared and screamed inwardly.
This was not a nightmare.
He was utterly despairing.
Why had he not listened to the advice? Why had he taken part in the Triwizard Tournament? Why had he not simply waited at the entrance to the maze for the match to