Fleur was in the shadows of the large tombstone and she was sure Peter couldn't see her, especially being disillusioned, but she glanced around to make sure Nagini was not near. She'd seen the snake twice already but both times it did not seem to notice her. With one more quick look over her shoulder she pulled out the knife and started to cut the ropes.
"I have to go slowly or the sound might alert Wormtail," She explained to Harry.
Peter was now moaning in agony as he made his way back to the grave again.
"Stop Fleur, I can hear the cutting," Harry said.
Fleur stopped and waited in growing frustration. "Zere are only a couple of ropes left. As soon as 'e turns 'is back again I can be finished."
"B-blood of the enemy . . . forcibly taken ... you will...resurrect your foe."
Harry just wanted him to finish so he could get free. He ignored the pain of the dagger digging into his arm. As Wormtail turned away from Harry with the vial of blood, Fleur made the last few cuts and the ropes fell free.
"Accio Harry's wand," Fleur yelled and out of Wormtail's pocket came flying the phoenix feather wand. Harry snatched it out of the air with his good hand. Wormtail spun around and a look of panic crossed his face as he saw a totally free Harry Potter brandishing his wand.
"Don't do it Wormtail. Drop my blood," Harry commanded. When Wormtail refused and started to pour the blood into the cauldron, Harry yelled "Accio V.."
"Arry watch out," Fleur yelled as she sent a cutting curse at Nagini who had been poised to strike at Harry. A wide gash opened along the snake's side as the curse struck true. The snake slithered away into the darkness trailing a line of blood after itself.
The distraction was all Peter needed to finish the ritual. As the last of the blood was emptied, he stumbled away into the darkness.
Harry started to follow him, but the liquid in the cauldron turned brilliant white and he was forced to hide his eyes. At the same time he heard the unmistakable sound of apparition cracks around him. Harry opened his eyes to see a streak of black rushing across the graveyard, but everything else became unsettled as the brilliant glow of the Cauldron died away abruptly. The change from brilliant glow to darkness left Harry mostly blind.
"Harry, Fleur you should leave now," A familiar grandfatherly voice said. Harry turned and could only feel relief to see Albus Dumbledore staring at him but then another voice balanced out the night.
"Oh but he should stay Albus," A high-pitched voice said. A man, if you could call him that, stood next to the cauldron. Skin whiter than white, eyes red as blood and a nose that didn't exist as he only had slits for nostrils. With a flick of his hand a wand jumped from the robes at his feet into his hand.
"Hello Tom," Dumbledore said calmly.
The red eyes were fixed on the Headmaster. Harry couldn't understand why Dumbledore didn't finish him off, but with speed faster than Harry could imagine, especially from someone who was just brought back to life, Voldemort had brought his wand up in Harry's direction. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry froze as he watched the green light he'd seen so many times in his Dementor driven memories race toward him. Suddenly an old broken headstone met it in midflight. Harry felt the sting of pieces of the headstone that had been smashed into hundreds of bits pelt his face and body.
The blood that traced down his jaw from one of those scratches brought Harry out of his frozen state and he had his own wand out. "Lacero!" he shouted wanting to see the creature who had killed his parents hurt or killed, but Voldemort casually knocked it away.
"Harry go with Fleur, get out of here," Dumbledore repeated.
"Arry come with me love, lets..." Fleur started but was cut off by Voldemort.
"Love? Harry Potter is in love?" The high-pitch voice mocked as he looked at the boy "I guess Dumbledore has told you all about how great he thinks love is. I will tell you again what I told you three years ago, the only thing that matters is power." He once again leveled his wand at Harry and said "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry had noticed the slight shift in Voldemort's wand to a position he knew Fleur was standing. He didn't know if Dumbledore had seen the shift or not, but he couldn't take the chance. "NO! FLEUR GET DOWN," He yelled but he was already moving as well. It was just like catching a snitch at the top speed a Firebolt could go. His mind already knew where his body needed to be and two steps and a dive and he was in the path of the curse. As the green light enveloped him he felt nothing more.
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