I solemnly swear that I do not deliberately leave my chapters on cliffhangers... with a few exceptions

The first fifty yards or so were in a straight line, then diverged. Harry went to the left. He had his wand on him, but so far nothing attacked. That couldn't be right, he thought anxiously.

Just as he was thinking this, a Dementor appeared. "Expecto patronum!" he shouted.

A silver shield erupted from the end of Harry's wand and advanced toward the Dementor, which fell back and tripped over the hem of its robes. "Riddikulus!"

With a loud crack, the Dementor-Boggart was gone.

"Point me!" Harry said and headed in a direction.

He came across a golden mist and paused. What was this? None of the spells that came to mind seemed to fit this predicament.

A scream suddenly pierced the air. "Fleur?"

He turned and headed away from the mist. For ten minutes, he met nothing, just hit dead ends that forced him to double back.

A Blast-Ended Skrewt— a full-grown one— blocked his path when he came around a corner.

Harry waited for a moment, then aimed at its belly. "Impedimenta!"

While it was distracted, Harry turned away. He found a path and began running down it, only to stop when he heard a voice.

"What are you doing?" It was Cedric. "What the hell d'you think you're doing?"

And then Harry heard Krum's voice.

"Crucio!"

"Reducto!" Harry shouted. A hole appeared in the hedge and after a few more Reductor Curses, he made it big enough to get through.

Cedric was on the ground, writhing in pain, with Krum standing over him. Krum took one look at Harry and ran.

"Stupefy!" Harry shouted, and Krum fell down unconscious.

"Are you alright?" Harry demanded.

"Yeah," panted Cedric. "Yeah... I don't believe it... he crept up behind me... I heard him, I turned around, and he had his wand on me..."

"Right. Did you hear Fleur?"

"Yeah, do you think Krum got to her, too?"

"I don't know." Harry sent up red sparks for Krum. "There. Someone should be here soon."

Cedric gave Krum's body a disdainful look. "Well... I s'pose we'd better go on..."

"Yeah."

A sphinx blocked Harry's path next. "You are very near your goal. The quickest way is past me."

"All right, so how do I get past?"

"You must answer my riddle. Answer on your first guess— I let you pass. Answer wrongly— I attack. Remain silent— I will let you walk away from me unscathed."

"Okay," Harry said. "Can I hear the riddle?"

"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?"

"A spider," Harry answered after a few minutes of thinking out loud.

The sphinx smiled and moved aside. He moved past her and took off running.

The Triwizard Cup was gleaming on a plinth a hundred yards away. Harry ran up to it and reached out. Then he paused. Something was wrong. He had expected whatever it was Voldemort had planned to begin, but so far, there had been nothing out of the ordinary.

Harry stared at the cup, which stood proudly on the plinth. If he took it, he'd risk himself. But if someone else came along and grabbed it, then what?

As if his thought had been a summon, footsteps were heard pounding behind him. Harry whipped around; it was Cedric. The seventh year slewed to a halt not far. "What are you waiting for?" he said. "Aren't you going to grab it?"

"I'm— I'm not sure," Harry said.

"Well, you made it here first," Cedric pointed out.

"I know, but I don't think it'd be a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because—" A figure suddenly appeared behind Cedric. "Look out!"

Cedric whipped around, only to fall as a beam of red hit him. Before Harry could make out the newcomer, he felt a jerk on his navel, and the maze disappeared.

His feet slammed into the ground, and the cup thudded next to him. Lifting his head, Harry looked around. He was in a dark and overgrown graveyard, far away from Hogwarts.

Wand out, he slowly crept forward. Footsteps alerted him of another presence, and he paused to watch. The figure was short and carrying a bundle of robes, and Harry looked at him quizzically.

At that moment, his scar burst in pain. Voldemort, he realized. He had to get back to the cup.

But the figure grabbed him and dragged him to a marble headstone. Harry struggled, and the man hit him. "Wormtail!" he spat, recognizing him by his missing finger.

Wormtail did not respnd, just bound Harry to the headstone and stuffed a rag into his mouth. Harry continued to struggle as Wormtail pushed forward a large cauldron.

The bundle that Wormtail had been carrying was beginning to stir. Harry let out a choked sound as he saw what was inside for the first time. It looked like a human child, yet at the same time, it didn't. Wormtail lowered it into the cauldron.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"

The surface of the grave at Harry's feet cracked, and a fine trickle of dust rose into the air and fell softly into the cauldron.

Next, Wormtail pulled a long, thin, shining silver dagger from inside his cloak.

"Flesh— of the servant— w-willingly given— you will— revive— your master."

Harry squeezes his eyes tightly as a scream pierced the air. A thud, followed by a splash sounded as Wormtail's severed limb was added into the cauldron.

"B-blood of the enemy... forcibly taken... you will... resurrect your foe."

The dagger broke into Harry's skin, and the blood trickled out. Panting, a Wormtail poured it into the cauldron and slumped over, cradling the sumo of his arm.

Sparks flew from the cauldron, nearly blinding Harry, then abruptly stopped. White steam billowed thickly, obscuring Harry's view of Wormtail.

Through the mist, Harry watched, horrified, as a tall, thin man rose from the cauldron.

"Robe me."

Wormtail scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground and pulled them over his master's head.

The man climbed out of the cauldron and faced Harry, who could only stare back helplessly.

Lord Voldemort had risen again.

Not gonna lie, Cedric was originally supposed to die, but then I thought

(gifhunterress on Tumblr; most likely not original source, but I couldn't trace it back fully)