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Voldemort
's
red
eyes
flamed
in
the
darkness
.
Harry
saw
his
mouth
curl
into
a
smile
,
saw
him
raise
his
wand
.
"
Accio
!
"
Harry
yelled
,
pointing
his
wand
at
the
Triwizard
Cup
.
It
flew
into
the
air
and
soared
toward
him
.
Harry
caught
it
by
the
handle
-
He
heard
Voldemort
's
scream
of
fury
at
the
same
moment
that
he
felt
the
jerk
behind
his
navel
that
meant
the
Portkey
had
worked
-
it
was
speeding
him
away
in
a
whirl
of
wind
and
color
,
and
Cedric
along
with
him
...
.
They
were
going
back
.
Harry
felt
himself
slam
flat
into
the
ground
;
his
face
was
pressed
into
grass
;
the
smell
of
it
filled
his
nostrils
.
He
had
closed
his
eyes
while
the
Portkey
transported
him
,
and
he
kept
them
closed
now
.
He
did
not
move
.
All
the
breath
seemed
to
have
been
knocked
out
of
him
;
his
head
was
swimming
so
badly
he
felt
as
though
the
ground
beneath
him
were
swaying
like
the
deck
of
a
ship
.
To
hold
himself
steady
,
he
tightened
his
hold
on
the
two
things
he
was
still
clutching
:
the
smooth
,
cold
handle
of
the
Triwizard
Cup
and
Cedric
's
body
.
He
felt
as
though
he
would
slide
away
into
the
blackness
gathering
at
the
edges
of
his
brain
if
he
let
go
of
either
of
them
.
Shock
and
exhaustion
kept
him
on
the
ground
,
breathing
in
the
smell
of
the
grass
,
waiting
...
waiting
for
someone
to
do
something
...
something
to
happen
...
and
all
the
while
,
his
scar
burned
dully
on
his
forehead
...
.
A
torrent
of
sound
deafened
and
confused
him
;
there
were
voices
everywhere
,
footsteps
,
screams
...
.
He
remained
where
he
was
,
his
face
screwed
up
against
the
noise
,
as
though
it
were
a
nightmare
that
would
pass
...
.
Then
a
pair
of
hands
seized
him
roughly
and
turned
him
over
.
"
Harry
!
Harry
!
"
He
opened
his
eyes
.
He
was
looking
up
at
the
starry
sky
,
and
Albus
Dumbledore
was
crouched
over
him
.
The
dark
shadows
of
a
crowd
of
people
pressed
in
around
them
,
pushing
nearer
;
Harry
felt
the
ground
beneath
his
head
reverberating
with
their
footsteps
.
He
had
come
back
to
the
edge
of
the
maze
.
He
could
see
the
stands
rising
above
him
,
the
shapes
of
people
moving
in
them
,
the
stars
above
.
