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It worked…the Disarming Spell made the spider drop him； but that meant that Harry fell twelve feet onto his already injured leg； which crumpled beneath him。 Without pausing to think； he aimed high at the spider's underbelly； as he had done with the skrewt； and shouted 〃Stupefy！''just as Cedric yelled the same thing。
The two spells bined did what one alone had not： The spider keeled over sideways； flattening a nearby hedge； and strewing the path with a tangle of hairy legs。
〃Harry！〃 he heard Cedric shouting。 〃You all right？ Did it fall on you？〃
〃No；〃 Harry called back； panting。 He looked down at his leg。 It was bleeding freely。 He could see some sort of thick； gluey secretion from the spider's pincers on his torn robes。 He tried to get up； but his leg was shaking badly and did not want to support his weight。 He leaned against the hedge； gasping for breath； and looked around。
Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup； which was gleaming behind him。
〃Take it； then；〃 Harry panted to Cedric。 〃Go on； take it。 You're there。〃
But Cedric didn't move。 He merely stood there； looking at Harry。 Then he turned to stare at the cup。 Harry saw the longing expression on his face in its golden light。 Cedric looked around at Harry again； who was now holding onto the hedge to support himself。 Cedric took a deep breath。
〃You take it。 You should win。 That's twice you've saved my neck in here。〃
〃That's not how it's supposed to work；〃 Harry said。 He felt angry； his leg was very painful； he was aching all over from trying to throw off the spider； and after all his efforts； Cedric had beaten him to it； just as he'd beaten Harry to ask Cho to the ball。 〃The one who reaches the cup first gets the points。 That's you。 I'm telling you； I'm not going to win any races on this leg。〃
Cedric took a few paces nearer to the Stunned spider； away from the cup； shaking his head。
〃No；〃 he said。
〃Stop being noble；〃 said Harry irritably。 〃Just take it； then we can get out of here。〃
Cedric watched Harry steadying himself； holding tight to the hedge。
〃You told me about the dragons；〃 Cedric said。 〃I would've gone down in the first task if you hadn't told me what was ing。〃
〃I had help on that too；〃 Harry snapped； trying to mop up his bloody leg with his robes。 〃You helped me with the egg…we're square。〃
〃I had help on the egg in the first place；〃 said Cedric。
〃We're still square；〃 said Harry； testing his leg gingerly； it shook violently as he put weight on it； he had sprained his ankle when the spider had dropped him。
〃You should've got more points on the second task；〃 said Cedric mulishly。 〃You stayed behind to get all the hostages。 I should've done that。〃
〃I was the only one who was thick enough to take that song seriously！〃 said Harry bitterly。 〃Just take the cup！〃
〃No；〃 said Cedric。
He stepped over the spider's tangled legs to join Harry； who stared at him。 Cedric was serious。 He was walking away from the sort of glory Hufflepuff House hadn't had in centuries。
〃Go on；〃 Cedric said。 He looked as though this was costing him every ounce of resolution he had； but his face was set； his arms were folded； he seemed decided。
Harry looked from Cedric to the cup。 For one shining moment； he saw himself emerging from the maze； holding it。 He saw himself holding the Triwizard Cup aloft； heard the roar of the crowd； saw Cho's face shining with admiration； more clearly than he had ever seen it before。。。 and then the picture faded； and he found himself staring at Cedric's shadowy； stubborn face。
〃Both of us；〃 Harry said。
〃What？〃
〃We'll take it at the same time。 It's still a Hogwarts victory。 We'll tie for it。〃
Cedric stared at Harry。 He unfolded his arms。
〃You…you sure？〃
〃Yeah；〃 said Harry。 〃Yeah。。。 we've helped each other out； haven't we？ We both got here。 Let's just take it together。〃
For a moment； Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ears； then his face split in a grin。
〃You're on；〃 he said。 〃e here。〃
He grabbed Harrys arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup stood。 When they had reached it； they both held a hand out over one of the cup's gleaming handles。
〃On three； right？〃 said Harry。 〃One…two…three…〃
He and Cedric both grasped a handle。
Instantly； Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel。 His feet had left the ground。 He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup； it was pulling him onward in a howl of wind and swirling color； Cedric at his side。
CHAPTER THIRTY…TWO
FLESH； BLOOD； AND BONE
Harry felt his feet slam into the ground； his injured leg gave way； and he fell forward； his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last。 He raised his head。
〃Where are we？〃 he said。
Cedric shook his head。 He got up； pulled Harry to his feet； and they looked around。
They had left the Hogwarts grounds pletely； they had obviously traveled miles…perhaps hundreds of miles…for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone。 They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard； the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right。 A hill rose above them to their left。 Harry could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside。
Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry。
〃Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey？〃 he asked。
〃Nope；〃 said Harry。 He was looking around the graveyard。 It was pletely silent and slightly eerie。 〃Is this supposed to be part of the task？〃
〃I dunno；〃 said Cedric。 He sounded slightly nervous。 〃Wands out； d'you reckon？〃
〃Yeah；〃 said Harry； glad that Cedric had made the suggestion rather than him。
They pulled out their wands。 Harry kept looking around him。 He had； yet again； the strange feeling that they were being watched。
〃Someone's ing；〃 he said suddenly。
Squinting tensely through the darkness； they watched the figure drawing nearer； walking steadily toward them between the graves。 Harry couldn't make out a face； but from the way it was walking and holding its arms； he could tell that it was carrying something。 Whoever it was； he was short； and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face。 And…several paces nearer； the gap between them closing all the time…Harry saw that the thing in the persons arms looked like a baby 。。。or was it merely a bundle of robes？
Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric。 Cedric shot him a quizzical look。 They both turned back to watch the approaching figure。
It stopped beside a towering marble headstone； only six feet from them。 For a second。 Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another。
And then； without warning； Harry's scar exploded with pain。 It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life； his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face； his knees buckled； he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all； his head was about to split open。
From far away； above his head； he heard a high； cold voice say； 〃Kill the spare。〃
A swishing noise and a second voice； which screeched the words to the night： 〃Avada Kedavra！〃
A blast of green light blazed through Harry's eyelids； and he heard something heavy fall to the ground beside him； the pain in his scar reached such a pitch that he retched； and then it diminished； terrified of what he was about to see； he opened his stinging eyes。
Cedric was lying spread…eagled on the ground beside him。 He was dead。
For a second that contained an eternity； Harry stared into Cedric's face； at his open gray eyes； blank and expressionless as the windows of a deserted house； at his half…open mouth； which looked slightly surprised。 And then； before Harry's mind had accepted what he was seeing； before he could feel anything but numb disbelief； he felt himself being pulled to his feet。
The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle； lit his wand； and was dragging Harry toward the marble headstone。 Harry saw the name upon it flickering in the wandlight before he was forced around and slammed against it。
TOM RIDDLE
The cloaked man was now conjuring tight cords around Harry； tying him from neck to ankles to the headstone。 Harry could hear shallow； fast breathing from the depths of the hood； he struggled； and the man hit him…hit him with a hand that had a finger missing。 And Harry realized who was under the hood。 It was Wormtail。
〃You！〃 he gasped。
But Wormtail； who had finished conjuring the ropes； did not reply； he was busy checking the tightness of the cords； his fingers trembling uncontrollably； rumbling over the knots。 Once sure that Harry was bound so tightly to the headstone that he couldn't move an inch； Wormtail drew a length of some black material from the inside of his cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth； then； without a word； he turned from Harry and hurried away。 Harry couldn't make a sound； nor could he see where Wormtail had gone； he couldn't turn his head to see beyond the headstone； he could see only what was right in front of him。
Cedric's body was lying some twenty feet away。 Some way beyond him； glinting in the starlight； lay the Triwizard Cup。 Harry's wand was on the ground at Cedric's feet。 The bundle of robes that Harry had thought was a baby was close by； at the foot of the grave。 It seemed to be stirring fretfully。 Harry watched it； and his scar seared with pain again。。。 and he suddenly knew that he didn't want to see what was in those robes 。。。he didn't want that bundle opened。。。
He could hear noises at his feet。 He looked down and saw a gigantic snake slithering through the grass； circling the headstone where he was tied。 Wormtail's fast； wheezy breathing was growing louder again。 It sounded as though he was forcing something heavy across the ground。 Then he came back within Harry's range of vision； and Harry saw him pushing a stone cauldron to the foot of the grave。 It was full of what seemed to be water…Harry could hear it slopping around…and it was larger than any cauldron Harry had ever used； a great stone belly large enough for a full…grown man to sit in。
The thing inside the bundle of ro
