Chapter 21

Fleur Delacour: Katherine McNamara

Daphne Greengrass: Sydney Sweeney

Rita Skeeter: Rachael Harris {Linda from Lucifer}

Katie Bell: 18 year old Anna Kendrick

Penelope Clearwater: Saoirse Ronan

Apolline Delacour: Katheryn Winnick with D cups.

Septima Vector: Jaimie Alexander

Aurora Sinistra: Lesley-Ann Brandt {Maze from Lucifer}

A lot of plot in this chapter and not a lot of smut sorry but I felt that this was too important to skip.

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The third and final task was finally here and Harry was ready for it. Besides his morning bouts of sex with his personal sex genie the week leading up to the task was the best week he had ever had. It was like a victory lap with all the witches he bedded over the year. It seems the end of the year rapidly approaching out a fire in some girls to make the most of it before the summer.

On Sunday he once again had Daphne and Fleur. Both of which were more than happy to repeat what happened last time as they all took turns fucking each other in whatever hole they felt like. Daphne once again couldn't get over how good Fleur felt and shagged her as hard and wild as she possibly could. It even made Harry look tame in comparison. The big difference this time was when Fleur was wearing the toy after Daphne. Daphne sucked the toy all the way down her throat much like Fleur was able to do. This time Fleur repaid the favor and held Daphne's head down in her lap until she came. When Daphne came away from Fleur's toy she just glared at the Veela and said they were even. From there it just became an all out sexual melee. They were always a chain with one person in the middle getting it from both of the others.

On Monday he had Penelope Clearwater approach him and offer him a blowjob as a good luck before the final task. He didn't know what changed but he saw major improvements from the first time she blew him in the bath of the Prefect's Bathroom. This time she dragged him to a broom closet before curfew started and dropped to her knees. This time she was able to get more down her throat and suppress her gag reflex so the tip of his massive cock was tightly wrapped by her throat. With a vigor he hadn't seen before she blew him but luckily when he came it was directly down her throat so she wasn't able to taste his magical cum. At the end she rose from her knees and wiped the few lines of drool from her mouth and told him to win this for Hogwarts.

After her incredible blowjob he decided to return the favor by dropping down to his knees and pushing her skirt up while ripping down her soaked knickers. He dove right in and right from the start he hissed and used his parseltongue ability. It wasn't two minutes before she came all over his face. From there they both decided to go their separate ways since Penelope had to start her patrol and she had to be able to walk after. If they had sex she wouldn't be able to walk around the castle with jelly legs or his cum dripping down her legs.

On Tuesday he had Tracey alone in the library but with Daphne watching intently from the sidelines. Daphne let her friend have her fun alone for a change. Tracey had made Daphne promise to be quiet because Daphne was completely silent the entire time. He could see she wanted to say something as she saw his naked butt clench just before he unloaded in her best friend. By the end of their lovemaking Daphne's mouth was drooling especially as he pulled his wet cock from Tracey's pussy. He could tell she wanted to drop to her knees and take care of him but instead Tracey pushed him into a chair and kneeled down on the ground before throating over half his cock herself. The final time he came down her throat Tracey savored every drop and even saved a little in her mouth before getting up and kissing Daphne. Tracey teased her speechless friend as she straightened herself up before heading back to their common room.

On Wednesday he had Aurora Sinistra followed by Septima an hour later in the same room but separately. He hoped that he didn't make things awkward by having them go down on each other. That was probably the biggest step a friendship could take. Either way he shagged both of them plenty of times but not as thoroughly as last time. Septima didn't let him shag her bum again but thankfully Aurora did. By the time he left that classroom even he was a little jelly legged and that was because of a lack of food and energy. Desiree then added to that by making him skip lunch and take her to the room for a hard shag. Desiree always was worked up into a lustful frenzy after seeing Septima. After he was done with Desiree he had to call Dobby to get him a much needed meal.

On Thursday he had Katie Bell who had sat across from him at lunch and told him that Angelina and Alicia were going to give him a reward on the train back to King's Cross if he won the tournament. They were going to do it anyway but Katie hoped it would give him extra motivation to win so he didn't need to know that part. After classes were done Katie met him in a broom closet for a quick and dirty shag. Nothing fancy just her dropping her knickers and spreading her legs. Thankfully privacy charms existed so she could scream her lungs out from Harry's massive cock burning his imprint inside her pussy again. She went back to the dorms with a big smile on her face and knickers holding back his hot seed from dripping down her legs on the way back.

On Friday Rita Skeeter came back to the school for closing interviews before the final task. Her solo interview with Harry had lasted the longest thankfully she interviewed the other three champions first. Before Harry brought her back to the room where it all started. Just like the last time she wanted him to play with the tits he gave her before he shagged her the way only he could. She didn't even blink when he ate her ass again before sliding his cock all the way into her tight anal passage. All she did was moan and wail as within minutes she was coming undone like never before. This time anal was so much better and Harry was in top form and had no problem giving her the best shag of her life.

By the end of the interview she was laying on his bed hair a mess, smeared makeup, drool coming out of her mouth, and both of her creampued holes leaking Harry's seed all over the bed. Despite Harry's best attempts to get her to stay, she had to get back to the office to write up the article before the deadline so it could go out on tomorrow's front page. Harry was gracious enough to answer the few questions she had before he shagged the living daylights out of her.

On Saturday Harry had to be focused and not distracted by anything. Besides Desiree's morning service which was a titfuck instead of a blowjob he didn't have any thing else related to sex. It was almost a little ritual now where he needed to be clear headed and not full of lust but at his physical peak for the tournament. Like always she sucked the tip and drank everything he gave her.

Instead of regular sex he had the Room of Requirement provide a dummy and he spent the morning to afternoon throwing spells at a target. He started with slow attacks then started chaining a few more dangerous spells just in case. Of course when he left for lunch he was mobbed by students, professors, Ministry officials and the like wishing him luck or trying to impart some sort of strategy they thought would work. He lost count of the stupid nuggets of advice from people who thought they were being helpful. "Can't be worse than a dragon." Or "Always have your wand in your hand." The last one was obvious and he had to resist rolling his eyes at that pudgy ministry official.

Around six o'clock everyone had to be at the quidditch pitch for the third and final task. The outside stands were filled with students while the stands closer to the task were filled with the V.I.P guests. Other than the champion's family it was all people involved in politics. 'Wankers' Harry thought.

While he didn't have any family in the stands Hermione was in the stands for him. They had finally talked about the sex they had and Hermione admitted she wasn't ready for that kind of a relationship yet. She also expressed some shame for being so forward and blamed her hormones for acting so slutty. Harry felt bad that he heavily influenced her with a wish. While she didn't have to know that he would just have to live with the shame.

Desiree tried to console him and told him she liked him. The girl just needed time and was a sensitive soul who wasn't ready for that yet. Desiree even said, "Who knows master, she might even come around when she does a little growing up." Desiree could see a little gem of a slut deep down. It was going to take time to mine and hopefully Harry was patient enough or Hermione didn't make it too hard.

All that mattered was they managed to repair their relationship and she was there to support him. Ron still hadn't come around though. After the Yule Ball he had been informed by a third party that Ron called dibs on Fleur or as he called her "the Veela". Ron had also wanted an apology from him that was never going to happen. So Hermione was alone in the stands supporting him as much as possible.

In the main box looking down at the starting area he saw both Gabrielle and Apolline waving and cheering for him and Fleur. They were next to her husband who was the Minister of Magic for France. He didn't throw him any sort of an angry look which was what he was expecting since he slept with both his daughter and wife. The cheers from her mother and sister caused Fleur to make him blush with a few suggestive comments in an effort to throw him off his game. She was still one hundred percent confident that she was going to win this tournament.

Harry didn't want to take away her confidence but decided to make a wager with her. If he won she would have to take photos of her getting fucked by her mother wearing the specially made strap-on that he wished for. A wish he replicated three separate times for different witches. Desiree admired his wager knowing that he learned from the best.

Fleur agreed but if she won he was going to have to go down on her for as long as she wanted. Which if it was up to her would be over an hour and after a dozen or so orgasms. They both quickly shook on the deal before Bagman started speaking through a sonorus charm. "Ladies and gentlemen we are gathered here for the third and final task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament!" The last part he almost screamed which received a huge deafening applause and cheers. "Are you ready to see which one of these champions and in turn schools come out on top?" Once again cheers drowned out everything for a few moments as the Hogwarts students started chanting Harry's and Cedric's name.

Bagman started back in his explanation of the task, "For the final task the Tri-Wizard cup is somewhere in this maze and this isn't your regular maze. Hiding down every path are dangerous magical creatures that will test your knowledge and skill as you make your way towards the Tri-Wizard cup."

At this point Harry was getting a little nervous not just for him but for Fleur. 'They aren't going to make this easy are they? Why couldn't they make it easy for once?' He imagined these weren't going to be harmless little pixies from second year.

Desiree suggested, 'I can just fly around and lead you to the cup.' Desiree wanted this to be over as soon as possible to put Harry in the least amount of danger possible. The other reason was so they could go back to the room and celebrate his win with some even more special sex that she had been saving for this occasion. If he won she would pour Butterbeer all over herself and let him lick it off before giving her a really sticky and dirty fuck.

Harry shook his head, 'I want to do this on my own. Please go back into your bottle until it's over.' While Harry could cheat he didn't want to win that badly or to take a fair chance away from Fleur. A thousand galleons was nothing to him and even though he wanted to do his best he wouldn't cheat.

Part of that made Desiree happy that he had strong scruples and the other part of her wanted to get this tournament over and done with as soon as possible. Since she knew her master this tournament has made him worry and anxious. When it was over he could just relax and enjoy the next couple years at school. Next year she planned for him to take a much more proactive approach when it came to finding sexual partners. As great as it was when they came to him, seeing him go after Fleur and get her was a joy like she imagined a mother felt when their child took their first steps.

Bagman continued laying out the rules and parameters of the final task. "The champion in first place will be getting a thirty second head start, the second place champion will be getting a fifteen second head start and the last two will start when the cannon goes off. So Mr. Krum get ready because your thirty second head start will start on my signal. Same to you Mr. Potter, after fifteen seconds you will go after Mr. Krum."

All of the champions were on the starting line with Harry and Fleur on the far left followed by Krum and Cedric. Looking at the maze all of the champions had looks of determination on their faces for what lay ahead of them. There were five openings at the start of the maze giving each champion plenty of choices where to start. A loud bang from a wand was the first signal and Krum raced off the line and ran in the middle opening.

The next bang signal from Bagman's wand sent Harry running towards the opening closest to him. Which happened to be the furthest one on the right. There was only a couple meters of running straight before he had to make a left before taking a right further into the maze. That's when his first test made itself known. Down this straight away was seven acromantula. While they were still smaller than some that resided deep in the forbidden forest they were still much bigger than he liked. "Bloody hell!" Harry exclaimed seeing them move in his direction.

It took a moment for Harry to regain his courage and fight the urge to run back the way he came. Never one to be the coward, he held his phoenix core wand tightly in his hand before he started to push his magic into it. In his mind he was casting an offensive fire spell that he didn't even know the incantation for. A purple light shined at the end of his wand before a stream of purple fire came shooting out of his wand. His wand was like a muggle blow torch as it roasted everything down the maze path. The smell of burnt meat and grass filled the air and made Harry recoil in disgust. Trying not to breathe through his nose.

After holding the spell for ten seconds he cut it off and saw that the maze hedges were just as pristine as when he started but the grass floor was scorched black. The fire was so hot there weren't even traces of the spiders having roasted them at such a high temperature that they turned to ash. With a self satisfied smirk he pushed his legs to start running down the path to make up some time.

After the long straight path he turned right to see another long path but this one was eerily silent. Being cautious he didn't run down this one instead taking his time and when he was at the halfway mark he felt a familiar cold wash over him. Quickly turning around he saw a creature that made him wish for the spiders again. It was a dementor in it's long black robes coming towards him with the intention of sucking his soul out of his body. "Expecto Patronum!" He yelled. It pushed the dementor back far enough it gave him some distance to run and take a turn down a different path.

It felt like he was running forever and just after he felt like he was safe he heard a scream. Not just any scream but a feminine scream which sounded very familiar. While he had heard Fleur's screams of ecstasy before this one was filled with pain. Taking off running further in the maze it was easy to be led towards her because she never stopped screaming. Whatever was attacking her never stopped. 'Hold on Fleur I'm coming.'

Taking a right he found the path he was looking for. On the floor was the very familiar light blue clothing covered form of Fleur. And over her was Victor Krum who looked to be having her under the cruciatus curse. Before Victor noticed him Harry felt his wand arm moving on its own before he threw an overpowered silent Reducto down the maze hedges.

Krum didn't hear the spell, instead choosing to continue torturing the other champion. That was when he felt the curse impact him and his scream rang out in place of Fleur's. The curse had pierced the shoulder of his wand arm, making him drop his wand before blowing him off his feet and hitting the hedge behind him.

Harry then followed the curse up with a stupefy that knocked him out of the fight as he slumped to the ground. Running over to check on Fleur it was clear she was in bad shape. She didn't even recognize him right away and was just shaking like a leaf. Seeing her wand on the ground a few feet away he took it and casted some red sparks in the air so the tournament officials would come and help her. He ignored the warm feeling her wand gave him. There was no way of her continuing in this competition. It had filled him with a fury that Krum took that away from her. 'I have to win this for her. I can't let her down.'

Stepping over Krum he could see Krum was losing a lot of blood from the spell to his shoulder. His arm involuntarily twitched towards Krum wanting to end him for causing so much pain to someone he loved. He had very few people he loved so it was natural to be protective of them. It took a lot of self control to stay in control of his hand and just continue deeper into the maze.

A couple more turns and he found Cedric who was in the middle of a fight with two Blast-Ended Skrewts. Both of which were close to five feet long and we're shooting fire at Cedric. From a distance he could see that Cedric wasn't going to last much longer on his own. Cedric's clothes already looked a little charred like the first task all over again.

Cedric was in the fight of his life and now on the defensive all he could do was keep casting shield charms to block the streams of fire coming out of these creatures' tails. Just as he felt the last shield break he saw one of the Skrewts lose its fire spewing tail from a powerful sever charm. "Thank Merlin."

Harry cut one of the tails off these Skrewts but that wasn't enough and followed it up by casting an Aguamenti spell which soaked both of the creatures before casting an nonverbal electric spell. Blue white lightning came shooting out of his wand frying the two heavily armored creatures. Harry didn't let up until they were on the ground and not moving anymore. It took a few seconds but he managed to down them for good.

Cedric fell to his knees exhausted and glad it was over. He was as good as dead if that went on for a minute longer. Looking up from the ground he saw that his savior was none other than Harry Potter. "Am I sure glad to see you Harry."

The jovial tone in Cedric's voice was one that didn't indicate a threat. He was still a little on edge thinking he would attack him so he could take the victory for himself. "Couldn't let you be burned to a crisp could I?" Harry held out his hand to help the fellow Hogwarts champion up.

Cedric let out an out of breath laugh and took his hand, "You could but I'm glad you didn't." With a loud groan he managed to get back on his feet. "So should we continue together." Cedric put his hand out as a friend and possible partner.

Harry took his hand again but this time shook it, "Sure. Us Hogwarts champions have to stick together." They had been helping each other out this whole tournament so why stop now. He told Cedric about the dragons and Cedric told him how to solve the egg.

The Hogwarts champions kept walking down the path and kept weaving deeper into the maze taking turn after turn until they came upon a sphinx blocking the way.

The sphinx opened its eyes when the two champions approached. The human head on this lion's body was a strange sight to see even in this maze. "You have come to the end of your journey, the only thing that stands in front of you is to answer this riddle and you will have the prize you seek. Answer wrong and I will be your final fight and it is one that will be most costly.

First think of the person who lives in disguise,

Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.

Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,

The middle of middle and end of the end?

And finally give me the sound often heard,

During the search for a hard-to-find word.

Now string them together and answer me this,

Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?"

When the sphinx finished it's riddle both Hogwarts champions took a moment to think about it in their own heads. Harry looked at Cedric, "The first part is 'spy' and it's a creature you wouldn't want to kiss so I'm thinking spider."

Cedric just nodded having reached the same conclusion. "I think that's the right answer also. Why don't you do the honors."

Harry turned to the sphinx and replied to the riddle with, "Spider. The answer to the riddle is spider." Gripping his wand he was ready for the worst case scenario which was the sphinx lunging forward like the lion she was trying to eat the two of them.

The sphinx bowed it's head and stepped aside, "You have answered correctly." Once the hulking body of the sphinx was out of the way the soft blue glow of the Tri-Wizard cup was revealed. Both champions ran towards the cup but stopped short.

Cedric said, "Take it Harry." Cedric was more than happy to step aside for the better competitor.

Harry's head snapped back at Cedric, "What?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He just offered Cedric a shared championship and a half of a thousand galleons.

Cedric pointed at the cup, "You deserve it. You saved me and came out of everything unscathed."

Harry wasn't having it, "No we do this together. I would have never finished the dragon egg clue if it wasn't for you. We are both Hogwarts champions and should finish this together." He didn't know Cedric before this and they had gotten to know each other. They even were friends now having helped each other throughout the entire tournament.

Harry's impassioned speech made Cedric walk closer to the cup. "Okay we do this together." Cedric couldn't believe Harry would want to share this with him. He definitely wasn't the attention seeker everyone made him out to be. Sadly he was in seventh year and didn't interact with Harry as much as he should beside on the quidditch pitch.

Harry smiled at Cedric, "On the count of Three." Cedric nodded in confirmation. "One...Two...Three." On the count of three both of their hands grasped the handles on the trophy only for them to feel a hooking behind their navels as they were being pulled by a port key.

With a crash both Hogwarts champions landed hard on the dirt ground somewhere dark and creepy. Both of them got to their feet with a groan and started to take in their surroundings. Harry mentally called Desiree out of her bottle. 'Desiree get out here.' An invisible genie came out of her bottle. While Cedric couldn't see her, Harry could. "Where are we?" He said out loud to both Desiree and Cedric.

Desiree looked around, 'We are in a cemetery.' She looked around and could tell they weren't on the school grounds anymore. During some of her free time she flew around the grounds and hadn't seen a cemetery anywhere near the school.

Harry rolled his eyes, 'I know we are in a cemetery but where is this cemetery.' This whole situation was creepy and he didn't know if it was another part of the task.

Desiree didn't realize Cedric was there also when she suggested, 'You know I have never done it in a cemetery before. Want to have a quick and creepy fuck surrounded by the dead?' Desiree could always find a sexy mood even in the most unexpected places.

'Are you-' His mental musings were cut short when an unknown voice rasped out, "Kill the spare." Then a sickly green spell came shooting out of the darkness and hit Cedric right in the chest. With a lifeless thud his body fell back into the dirt ground. He was in so much shock at seeing a friend die it took a moment to think. Before Harry could turn around to fight back he was hit with a disarming spell and the grim reaper tombstone grabbed him. Desiree in their head screaming, 'MASTER!'

Harry was trapped and without a wand he was defenseless. The scythe was around his neck nearly cutting off his air supply. Doing a quick scan of his surroundings he noticed that in front of him there was a giant cauldron with a familiar rat faced prick standing in front of it. His hands were still free, but he was pushing against the stone bar across his neck.

Desiree was just happy Harry didn't die like Cedric. This was the first time she saw a spell kill leaving no mark besides his mother which he barely remembered. 'Master you need to get out of here.' She didn't like the look of this and didn't want to lose the best master she has ever had.

Harry looked at his sexy green skinned genie, 'You think I don't want to get out of here? I wish I was out of here.' He knew it wasn't sexual but he hoped he was wrong. Praying to any deity that would listen to just let him escape from this with his life.

Desiree tried to focus her genie magic to grant his wish but nothing was coming out. 'Sorry master, I can't do it. My magic can't respond to that wish' She wished she was wrong but couldn't summon her power for this wish. Even when she tried to rationalize it with the fact if he died here they wouldn't be allowed to have more sex. But still no luck.

Harry groaned in frustration out loud which made Peter turn around. Harry was no longer a threat so he turned around and without any further ado he dropped something into the caldron. Harry almost didn't believe what he was seeing a sickly almost baby-like creature being dropped into the boiling liquid.

That made Harry even more frantic to get out of this. 'What can you do Desiree? Please tell me you can do something.' He hoped this wouldn't be the end for him.

'Sorry master but I can't fight him for you or get you out of this.' Desiree hated her magic being limited like this. She wished she could just take him away from this before he was permanently hurt or dead. If he made it out of this she planned for him to wish for a private island where they could just have been together for the rest of his days.

Harry was running through a million different scenarios through his head and most of them he was ending up dead. His only hope was getting a wand and waiting for his moment to strike. 'Okay will you please.' He emphasized the word please hoping since it wasn't a wish she would grant his request regardless. 'Would you please go over to Cedric and bring his wand to me? I don't think that one is being watched as closely.' Harry's wand was too close to Wormtail to be snatched without him noticing.

This one required no wish so Desiree floated over to Cedric's body and saw his wand laying next to him hanging fallen out of his hand when he hit the ground dead. She tried to grab it with her ghostly hand but her hand kept going through it. 'I have to be in my human body for this.'

Harry yelled through his link for her to be sneaky and put on some clothes. Desiree did as he asked and changed into her human body in a simple shirt and trousers. 'Nothing sexy.' Grabbing the wand off the ground she quickly hid behind a gravestone. She kept peeking over the top to move when this "Wormtail" had his back turned at the moment he was levitating a long bone into the pot with his back turned to Harry so she started to silently make her way to her master.

Harry was still freaking out the closer Wormtail became to reviving the dark lord. 'Hurry up. Desiree.' His eyes kept flicking from Wormtail to Desiree.

Desiree was halfway to Harry when this "Wormtail'' had cut off his own hand while muttering something which gave her a chance to quickly move closer to her master.

While Peter was screaming he suddenly turned around and with the same knife he had cut off his own hand with. Peter stalked towards Harry who was helpless to defend himself. "Blood of the enemy forcibly taken. The dark lord shall rise again." The creepy fanatical look in his eyes unnerved both Harry and Desiree.

With Peter so close to her master she couldn't get any closer without being detected. So she had to watch as this cretin brought a knife to her master's arm.

Harry was now just praying the cut wasn't going to be fatal. Peter had grabbed one of his hands and thankfully it wasn't the one with Desiree's bottle tattooed on it. That rush of relief soon turned into pain as Peter dragged the blade down his wrist cutting a large gash that was quickly pouring blood down his arm. Harry couldn't hold back his scream as the blade punctured his skin and cut a path down his wrist.

Peter took the blade covered with Harry's blood and walked back to the caldron slowly due to his own blood loss affecting his movements.

Desiree took this opening and ran to her master and handed him Cedric's wand. Harry thanked her before she disappeared back into her genie form.

Harry was about to use the wand against Peter but the blood had already been dropped in the caldron so there was no stopping what was coming. Instead Harry stashed the wand in his pocket in case he needed it. But not before casting a healing charm on his wrist to stop the bleeding which would have weakened him given enough time. 'Shit this wand isn't as strong as my wand or even Fleur's wand. I am so happy she isn't here in Cedric's place. I might have even let her take the trophy alone and she would be dead.' The connection to his magic was muted and dueling with it was going to be a challenge. His mind was also spiraling into negative thoughts about not seeing Fleur or any of his girls again.

Before Harry could think of anything else he stared ahead of him and saw the caldron melting and a form was starting to take shape. A form that was everything out of Harry's nightmares. A bald man with a slit nose and green skin. That wasn't even the worst part but his red eyes were the most terrifying. As Voldemort stood up after being deposited on the ground after the ritual he was provided a robe. 'Small mercies I guess.' Harry was happy he didn't have to see a completely nude Voldemort.

Desiree was floating in her genie form and watching everything, 'What the fuck is this supposed to be?' She had never seen anything like this thing before and it genuinely scared her. She even had master's who made animal human hybrids but nothing looked even close to this terrifying.

'What do you mean who is this? That's Voldemort, the person I talk about who wants to kill me.' Harry screamed in his mind. He was mostly just scared so he was taking it out on Desiree. 'I wish he was dead.' While he knew that wouldn't work it wouldn't hurt to try.

Desiree kept looking at the red eyed creature in front of her, 'That is one ugly motherfucker. You know I think I have a way out of this. Why don't you wish for him to be a girl and that way you can fuck your way out of this.' She was proud of herself for thinking of a loophole.

Harry wanted to retch at just the thought of doing that. That was the worst thing Desiree had ever said to him. 'I swear if I get out of this and I have nightmares about that, I'm going to spank you so fucking hard.' Turning his attention back to what was happening with Voldemort he saw that he pressed his wand into Wormtail's arm. It was some sort of beacon that called all of his remaining followers to the graveyard. Soon seven masked men in black cloaks and bone white masks started to arrive and now Harry was really worried. 'In my state I don't think I will be able to get out of this.' His defeatist attitude was already started to set in seeing himself completely outmatched not just in skill but in numbers.

Desiree tried to make her master think more positive thoughts, 'You will get out of this master. Just think of making it out of here and me rewarding you all night long. Or maybe having Apolline and Fleur in bed together again.'

Once again Harry was angry because the last thing he needed was to be thinking sexy thoughts in a situation like this. 'Stop doing that. Now I just need to find a way to get back to the cup.'

Voldemort started speaking to his followers completely ignoring Harry. "Welcome my friends. Thirteen years it's been and yet here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me." Reaching an arm out he brought it to one of his followers faces and ripped his mask off. "Crabbe." Then another "Macnair" another "Goyle." Voldemort walked over to another one of his followers. "Not even you. Lucius."

Lucius quickly went on the defense. "My Lord, if I had even detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts-" He was doing his best grovelling impression. Hoping he wasn't going to get tortured like what usually happened when someone angered the Dark Lord.

Voldemort cuts the treacherous snake off before more lies can come out of his mouth. "There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers."

"I assure you, my Lord, I have never once renounced the old ways." Lucius then ripped off his black hood. "The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence. That is my true mask."

Harry wasn't surprised to hear that he could always tell the hatred behind his "mask". Harry didn't know how it could fool anyone. Made sense that Lucius was here ready to lick the boots of Voldemort. No doubt even Draco was going to do the same the way he talked about muggleborns or other people he viewed as less than him. His heart felt a flicker of sympathy for Narcissa who had to be married to this arsehole for all this time. 'I guess I should take some solace in knowing I gave her a shred of pleasure in her unhappy life.'

It was at this point Wormtail spoke up, "I returned." He then cowered as Voldemort made a quick move towards him before hissing, "Out of fear, not loyalty. Still, you have proven yourself usefully these past few months, Wormtail." With a sudden wordless wand flourish a liquid silver hand started to appear on his stump.

Wormtail looked in amazement of his new silver hand, "Thank you, master. Thank you."

Voldemort became disinterested in his pathetic group of grovelers and walked over to Cedric's body. Putting his bare dirty foot against Cedric's face while clicking his tongue. "Such a handsome boy."

Harry couldn't hold back anymore and screamed, "Don't touch him." Voldemort sharply looked up at where the voice came from. The quick look of anger made Harry flinch as he kept trying to push at the scythe pressing against his neck.

Voldemort was suddenly overcome with a sinister smile, "Harry, I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. Yeah." Closing the distance between the two this was the first time they had come face to face besides first year but he wasn't in his own body. "I'd introduce you but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days." Looking back towards his followers he mocked, "The boy who lived." Turning back to Harry he edged even closer trying to instill some more fear into the boy. "How lies have fed your legend, Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers?"

Walking away Voldemort made a huge show of pacing around as he went into his explanation. "It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed." Drawing back his arm he nearly floated five feet before bringing his hand inches away from Harrys face. "I can touch you now."

Harry felt the cold finger touch his forehead and an unimaginable pain struck him. All he could do was scream. It was so painful he couldn't even reach down and grab Cedric's wand to attack Voldemort right now. Thankfully Voldemort finally broke the connection. Even Desiree could feel the pain through the mental link and was shaken. She was immortal and this half man half snake was making her feel like she was mortal again in the worst possible way.

"Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?" Voldemort then released the tombstone to release Harry, letting him fall to the ground. "Pick up your wand, Potter. I said pick it up! Get up! Get up!"

Harry scrambled for his wand which was a meter in front of the tombstone. Grabbing his wand he felt the warmth of his wand return to him. He was happy to get a chance to die on his feet and not restrained like a caged animal.

"You've been taught to duel, I presume, yes? First, we bow to each other." Voldemort saw Harry's defiance in refusing to bow. "Come on, now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, bow." With that Voldemort twisted his wand in a downward motion.

Harry felt an invisible force compelling him to bow. He tried to fight against it as much as possible but it was useless. But it did give him the chance to pull Cedric's wand out of his left back pocket.

Voldemort didn't notice, only taking pleasure in forcing Harry to bow to him. "That's better. And now." He used another invisible force to flip Harry onto his back and cast, "Crucio." He only held it for a few seconds just long enough to show Harry who truly was superior. "Attaboy Harry. Your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy muggle mother."

Harry was so overcome with rage his mind just went to a simple third year disarming spell. Which Voldemort harmlessly batted away before sending a force to make Harry spin around on the floor. "I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you." Crouching down low enough he brought his voice down. "After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight, if they speak of you they'll speak only of how you begged for death. And I, being a merciful Lord, obliged." Moving his hand to Harry's face he used his power to make Harry stand on his own two feet again. "Get up!"

Desiree watched everything terrified of what was going to happen next. Once Harry was raised to his feet all she said was, 'Kill him.' Harry took those words to heart and felt a new spark of energy and this time he wasn't going to be tricked. He was going to throw every lethal spell he knew at this snake faced twat.

Voldemort walked back to give both of them enough room to properly duel. "I want to see the light leave your eyes."

Harry didn't respond but was thinking along the same lines although he was thinking more of decapitating him and bringing it back to show the world. Harry stood with his Holly wand at the ready with Cedric's Ash and Unicorn wand in the left. Before Voldemort could make a move he whipped put Cedric's wand in a wide sideways arc and casted a fire whip spell. While Voldemort ducked down one of his followers wasn't so lucky. The fire whip slashed across one of their necks fatally. All Harry knew was that it wasn't Malfoy sadly enough.

Voldemort was seething seeing Harry get a spell off before he was able to. He didn't expect that from this scared school boy. Once the fire whip passed over his head harmlessly he stood back up and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry saw the green spell coming and countered with a bone-breaker spell from his own wand aimed at Voldemort's neck. What neither one of them expected was their spells to get locked together. One fighting for dominance over the other but neither gaining much ground. Harry had to soon put Cedric's wand away to put both hands on his own wand to push more power into his own spell.

While they were locked in this battle Voldemort commanded, "Do nothing! He's mine to finish!" Just as he was giving that command a golden dome of light appeared covering the two duelists.

Harry didn't know what was going on and from the look on Voldemort's face he didn't either. Just as Harry was starting to lose a little hope blue specters were starting to appear. Two of which were his parents. Looking to his right his father said, "Harry, when the connection is broken, you must get to the portkey. We can linger for a moment to give you some time, but only for a moment. Do you understand?" Harry nodded in confirmation that he understood his father's direction.

Then a form of Cedric appeared, "Harry, take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father." Once again Harry nodded, being the least he could do since he got Cedric killed by sharing the cup with him.

Then an ethereal voice of his mother called out, "Let go. Sweetheart, you're ready. Let go! Let go!" The specters were ready to charge Voldemort head on to give Harry some much needed time to make his escape.

Harry broke the connection with Voldemort and ran over to Cedric's body before pointing his wand and yelling, "Accio!" The blue glowing Tri-Wizard cup flew towards him. With a hand on Cedric's chest he caught the cup with his outstretched hand.

Harry landed with a crash back on grass at the starting area of the final task to an applause. Harry just felt relief that he escaped but now had to explain why Cedric was dead.

Fleur nearly raced over to Harry so happy to see him but the unmoving body of Cedric gave her pause and froze her where she was. Dumbledore wasn't frozen and ran towards Harry and Cedric. Before he even reached them he knew Cedric's fate.

Fleur wasn't frozen any longer and let out a scream seeing Harry who was looking at her defeated. Harry had killed a dragon and came out without a scratch but now he looked to be near death. He was pale and dirty along with blood all along his left arm and hand.

Harry couldn't hold back his tears now that he was safe and able to grieve for his friend. "Harry!" Dumbledore called as he tried to wrestle him off of Cedric's corpse. Harry refused, only saying, "No! No! No!"

Bagman approached the scene and tried to ascertain what the bloody hell was going on. "For heaven's sake, Dumbledore, what's happened?"

Harry could only say, "He's back. He's back. Voldemort's back. Cedric asked me to bring his body back." Harry felt a new wave of tears coming, "I couldn't leave him, not there."

Dumbledore grabbed Harry's face trying to calm him. "It's alright, Harry. It's alright. He's home. You both are."

The Minister was nearby and had finally understood why Cedric wasn't moving and rushed to tell everyone to stay in their seats. "Keep everybody in their seats. A boy has just been killed." Rushing over to the group he said, "The body must be moved, Dumbledore. There are too many people." He wanted this swept up before anyone got wind of what Harry said.

Cedric's father pushed through the crowd yelling, "Let me through!" When he was close enough to see the unmoving form of his son he let out a pained scream, "That's my son! That's my boy!" Falling to his knees he cried out again, "It's my boy!" While joining Harry in crying over his son.

Everyone now knew that Cedric was dead and starting to react. Hogwarts students were crying with Harry. Hearing a father's pained screams over his dead son was enough to push anyone to tears. The last thing Harry could do was slide Cedric's wand back into his dead cold hand.

Professor Moody grabbed Harry, "Come on. Get up. Easy, easy!" Moody was trying to drag Harry away. Harry fought, "No." Moody then added, "This is not where you want to be right now. Come on." Moody then led Harry back to the castle and back to his private office. Too tired to fight back, Harry followed Moody up to his office.

Once in Moody's office Harry was pushed into a stool and asked if he was alright but that was the last thing he was. He wouldn't be alright for a long time. Although Desiree who was floating next to him hoped to speed that up with her feminine wiles.

Moody then took a look at his arm and while Harry was explaining what happened Moody creepily asked, "What was it like? What was he like?"

Harry was so thrown off by the question he just replied, "Who?" Harry's head was still spinning so vague questions went right over his head.

Moody pressed on the cut on his arm and answered, "The Dark Lord. What was it like to stand in his presence?"

Harry was still in a state of shock. "I don't know. It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams...into one of my nightmares." Although Harry had just noticed those seemed to stop when Desiree came into his life. That was something he was going to ask about later.

Moody meanwhile felt his body changing and tried to take a drink from his flask only to find it empty. He then left the room to check his secret stash only to find all those potion bottles empty too. Now there was no going back so he pressed forward with his questions, "Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?"

Something just clicked for Harry when Moody mentioned a graveyard. He never mentioned the graveyard so how did Moody know? "I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, professor." Where was Moody coming from and how did he know where he ended up after taking the portkey.

Moody came back into the room and revealed that he was behind telling Hagrid to bring him into the woods to show him the dragon's. He then revealed that he also told Cedric to tell him to open the egg underwater because Moody was the one to tell him first. This whole year was a lie and he was being controlled like a puppet all leading up to tonight.

Harry then noticed Moody's tongue darting out of his mouth in a very familiar way. "It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the Goblet of Fire. But but-"

Moody mocked Harry, "But-but. You won because I made it so, Potter. You ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done." Grabbing Harry's wrist he pushed down on the wound, "The blood that runs through these veins also runs through the dark lord's." Moody's face then starts to sag and contort. "Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have one and for all silenced the great Harry Potter."

Harry saw Moody reach for his wand and before he could cast a spell of his own the door burst open and a spell hit Moody sending him flying into a chair. Harry breathed a sigh of relief because if someone hadn't done that he would have killed him and that would be hard to explain. He already had a bone breaker at the tip of his tongue and so close the imposter couldn't dodge.

Dumbledore and Snape came running through the door before shoving a potion into Moody's mouth at wand point. McGonagall rushed over to Harry and put herself in front of him in a protective almost motherly way.

Dumbledore asked "Moody" if he knew who he was. And Moody responded with Dumbledore's name.

Dumbledore then asked, "Are you Alastor Moody? Are you?" As the question was asked it became more and more aggressive.

The man in the chair replied, "No." Dumbledore then questioned if the real Moody was in the room. The fake Moody's eye pointed to the large trunk in the room.

Dumbledore waved Harry away from the trunk before opening it and it kept expanding. Everyone looked down to see the real Moody at the bottom.

Snape then smelled the fake Moody's flask and said, "Polyjuice potion." Dumbledore then revealed that Snape was having problems keeping a hold of his stash of Polyjuice potions.

Harry asked who that was and everyone turned to see the fake Moody's face shifting and changing to reveal a familiar face.

"Barty Crouch Junior." Dumbledore declared.

Barty then put out his arm, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Pulling up his sleeve he revealed his black death eater tattoo. Which was a skull and snake both moving. It was very different from his stationary bottle tattoo.

Dumbledore grabbed Harry's arm and showed Barty Harry's wound. Barty then gleefully said. "You know what this means, don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned."

Harry felt a need to explain why he failed to stop the ritual that brought Voldemort back to life. "I'm sorry sir. I couldn't help it." Not being able to stop Cedric's death and the revival of Voldemort was going to haunt him forever. Who knows how many future deaths were going to be laid at his feet because of this one mistake.

Dumbledore then commanded one of the other professors to owl Azkaban and tell them about the missing prisoner.

Barty just replied, "I'll be welcomed back as a hero." For a man restrained and at the mercy of others he was surprisingly confident which went to how deluded he truly was.

Dumbledore waved it off with a witty little comeback that Harry ignored as Dumbledore led him out of the room. Dumbledore then led him to Madam Pomfrey to take a look at his arm.

When they arrived she rushed over and led him to the bed as Dumbledore took his leave. He probably had to go talk to the officials and clear everything up.

"Did you cast a healing charm on this to stop the bleeding?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

Harry nodded, "I didn't want to bleed out." She paid him a compliment before cleaning the wound and casting much better charms to mend it until it just remained an ugly scar. She noticed how it was cut with a cursed dagger so there was no masking the scar.

Madam Pomfrey then made him lay down and rest. Desiree floated next to the bed. 'You made it out of this alive master just like I knew you would.' She breathed a sigh of relief that everything seemed to be over. All the twists and dangerous turns were over for the night.

Harry loudly scoffed, 'You thought I was going to die just like I did.' He knew under any regular circumstances he would have fallen in the graveyard. It was only by a freak accident he lived.

Desiree wished she could turn human and crawl into bed with him but the nurse was still just a few feet away. 'You will get him next time.' She flew closer to her master wanting to wrap him in her arms but in her genie form she was frigid and he normally hated that.

Harry scoffed again, 'Even with my wish of boosting my power I was no match for him. He was toying with me.' He always expected to do better against Voldemort but he just wasn't ready for that skill gap. He was just going to have to get better.

Desiree was able to look at the fight objectively and saw that her master was scared and not fighting to the best of his ability. 'Master you only casted a couple spells. If you weren't petrified in fear you would have fared so much better. Cedric died which shook you so give yourself some credit. You killed a dragon. I think you can take some half man half snake homunculus.'

Harry looked at his genie with a "Really?" Kind of look. 'Did you see him? He is way more dangerous than a dragon. I would rather fight three dragons than Voldemort again.' He could see why people feared him especially if he always looked like a half snake man.

Desiree was seeing Harry spiral and being defeatist in his thinking. This dark lord wasn't a god and he bled just like everyone else. If Harry could beat him as a baby he could do it as a fully trained wizard. 'You will get better, master. I promise next time you fight him you will be ready. You will live a nice and long life with me by your side.'

Before Harry could answer the door to the hospital Wing opened and Fleur came rushing in. "Harry? Harry?" She called out looking for him. Dumbledore had told the crowd that this is where he was and she came rushing to see him.

Harry was relieved to see her and called her over. Fleur rushed to his bedside and threw her arms around him. "Mon amour are you okay?"

Harry shook his head, "He's back. Voldemort is back and Cedric is back and it's all my fault." He then broke down and told her the entire story while tears streamed down his face. In the middle of his story Madam Pomfrey came over and forced him to drink a few putrid potions.

By the end of it Fleur wanted to climb into bed with him but Madam Pomfrey told her she had to leave. Fleur then faked she was still having pain from being held under the cruciatus. She was then given a bed next to him and given a few potions. While they weren't in the same bed they were on their sides looking at each other as they fell asleep.

In the morning they were told to go back to their rooms and pack before there was to be a memorial for Cedric held after breakfast. Harry went to the Room of Requirement and sadly had no time to have sex with Desiree who was pouting while petulantly begging him to skip breakfast to stay here and fuck her. Harry hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday and he was starving so he put an end to that line of thinking.

He packed his trunk and shrunk it down to fit in his pocket before heading to the Great Hall. People avoided him like the plague as he ate breakfast which made Fleur sit across from him. They had one last meal together but it was a somber one. There were no smiles and laughs between the two.

After breakfast Dumbledore gave a very passion filled speech before telling all three schools that Voldemort was back and that they should face this together. Fleur sat next to Harry with Hermione on his other side. Both girls were holding his hands but for very different reasons. For Hermione it was friendship and for Fleur it was as a lover.

When the speech was over there wasn't a dry eye in the room besides some of the Slytherin's who were loving it. Most of them had pure blood or death eater parents and we're looking forward to what happens next. Most of their parents were probably death eaters and their children were proud of their parents for serving a "Noble cause". He could see Draco's smug smile from his seat and he wanted nothing more than to walk over and wipe it off.

In the courtyard everyone shared one last moment to talk to old friends and new friends one last time before the two schools left and the Hogwarts students boarded the train to go back home themselves. Harry gave Fleur one last hug and kiss before promising to write and think of her often. Fleur even whispered in his ear promising to keep her side of the bet and send him photos of her getting shagged by her own mother wearing his toy. He had already made her one before the third task for her to take home over the summer.

Daphne couldn't go up to Harry in public but walked close enough to grab Harry's hand and squeeze it before going over to Tracey and an unknown little blonde that looked a lot like Daphne.

Luna had come over to Harry and gave him a big hug and whispered something in his ear that turned his entire face red. It was so noticable Hermione noticed and asked what she said. Harry could never repeat what Luna just told him in public much less to Hermione so he just laughed it off. "She was just congratulating me on my win."

Hermione didn't buy it the way the small blonde molded her body to Harry's and even flexed her hips in a very suggestive way. She couldn't imagine that sweet young girl meant anything by it.

Penelope came up next and wished him a goodbye along with a big thank you for giving her a memorable final year. Besides the tournament she thought it would have just been studying and Head Girl duties since Percy graduated last year. Instead she let Harry shag her and it was the best thing she had ever done. Twice this year she had the best orgasms she had ever had. Hopefully she was able to find another bloke who was able to repeat that success. Harry did give her a blueprint on what she wanted which was a wicked tongue and big cock.

Harry hadn't seen Aurora and Septima since breakfast but he planned to see them again next year. They already gave him a proper goodbye earlier this week. If he did die in that graveyard at least he had an amazing week of hot sex with all sorts of sexy witches.

Beauxbatons students filed onto their carriage and the Abraxen took them into the sky as they flew back home to France. In his head Desiree cheered, 'Bye Dash.' That made Harry's eyes bug out remembering getting a very intimate look at that horse before taking his equipment and giving Luna and Desiree the shag of her life.

Durmstrang was next and their exit was much less flashy and instead just sailed away on their pirate style ship. Halfway into the water before going out to the ocean the ship disappeared under the surface. He didn't miss the letter Krum slipped Hermione as he begged her to write to him every week.

After the schools left Dumbledore cornered him, "I couldn't find you in the dorm this morning my boy." His grandfatherly tone was laced with a knowing and disappointed tone. Harry thought someone would have mentioned he hasn't been in the dorms most of the year.

Harry just shrugged, "I was already packed so I just went to breakfast after I left the Hospital Wing." Harry used magic to pack so it didn't take long at all to be ready to go. Since he missed a chance to have sex with Desiree there was no point in hanging around the room.

Dumbledore gave him a look as if he was trying to read him. "I would remind you that next year will be different and that you should spend more time in your dorms." Dumbledore didn't pay as close attention to Harry as he should have. He liked to give Harry space to figure it out while just sprinkling in sagely advice with guiding hands towards the outcomes he wanted.

Harry and Desiree both mentally cursed because that means they couldn't have their own room anymore. Now they would have to find a way to sneak around next year. Desiree could also swear she felt something brush Harry's mind trying to get in. Since they were connected she had taken up the defense of his mind. All without talking to Harry but she was the one pushing the bad dreams away. There was something in his head that was attached to him in a mentally harmful way that she did her best to suppress.

None the less Dumbledore wished him well before reminding him that he shouldn't venture out too far from his aunt's house. He added that he would be picked up on his birthday at the end of July. Dumbledore wished him a final goodbye as they walked over to the carriages to take them to the station for the train ride back to King's Cross.

Once on the train he was joined in a compartment by Hermione and to his displeasure Ron. Harry chose just to ignore the red head. Instead he just talked to Hermione until the twins interrupted them. They fell into the compartment with their usual laughter and jokes.

Their fun was welcomed as a possible anti-depressant. Fred and George showed them a few of their latest inventions and Harry had an idea. "I think people would love this. Have you ever thought about opening your own business?"

Fred or George answered, "As kids we wanted to work at Zonkos but I think now we want to make our own business." They had big dreams to bring pranking and fun into a new era. Pranking was the only way they could even get through the monotony of school.

Harry pulled out his magically expanded pouch with the prize money of a thousand galleons. The Minister came by in the morning and begrudgingly gave it to him while not doing a good job of hiding his hatred for him. It was clear the Minister didn't believe him and hated him for exposing Voldemort's return.

Both Fred and George couldn't believe Harry had just given them his prize money. They tried to refuse it but Harry threatened to just throw it out the train window if they didn't take it. So after some convincing they took the money but promised Harry a third of their future business.

Ron looked positively green seeing his brothers get the prize money. For the last three years he was right next to Harry risking his life and never got a single knut. Ron was also forgetting that Harry paid for a lot of the food around Ron which by itself probably would reach a thousand galleons by the end of Hogwarts.

When the train started moving Harry said goodbye to the only home he has ever known for the year.

Desiree heard her master's thoughts and added, 'You are the only home I have ever known.' This morbid statement said a lot about her life before this but she meant it. There was nowhere she would rather be than next to Harry. She would even tear up if she thought about him dying before a ripe old age.

Harry was touched by her words, 'I guess you are my home too. I'm so glad you are coming back with me.' Having a friend while stuck with his terrible family was going to make this summer bearable. Luckily she could still do magic so they can spend all summer shagging each other raw. There was never anything to do in that house anyway or more correctly there was nothing he was allowed to do.

Desiree just smiled and wrapped her cold arms around Harry which made him shiver in front of the entire compartment. She usually didn't touch him in her ghost/genie form because of the overwhelming cold from her body. 'Don't worry master, I will take care of them.' That was followed by an almost sinister cackle from Desiree that almost made him feel bad for his relatives who had no idea what was in store for them.