A/N: In the interest of me not rewriting the Voldemort/Harry interaction just know that ghost Cedric did not come out of Voldemort's wand and Harry did not take Cedric's body back.
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 each other.
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 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 grey eyes, blank and expressionless as the windows of a deserted house, at his half-open mouth, which looked slightly surprised.
Tyrrhenoi twitched slightly as he tore his gaze from the prone form of the human boy back to his 'master' Lord Voldemort; who was currently in the midst of his triumphant gloating. His eyes - so black they could almost be empty space but for the bright red rim– flickered again towards the boy. He's alive; he thought gleefully, I can still hear his heartbeat however faint. Annoyance briefly flickered across his face, too quickly for any of the humans around him to even begin to register its appearance. He won't be for long. And this so called 'dark lord' won't stop prattling long enough for me to slip away.
Almost as if he'd heard Tyrrhenoi's thoughts Voldemort turned and fixed him with his blood red eyes.
"Feeling anxious are we?" He hissed, "Can't wait to sink those fangs into little Harry here? Well, you'll have to wait until I'm done with him, although, I can't promise he'll still be alive." With that Voldemort turned back to Harry and continued his gloating.
Idiot, Tyrrhenoi shook his head, that's not the one I'm interested in. He tensed as Voldemort finished his spiel and prepared for the moment he'd been waiting for.
'Now, untie him, Wormtail, and give him back his wand.'
As Wormtail hurried to carry out Voldemort's orders Tyrrhenoi chuckled softly at last, he will be mine.
As Harry was untied and the first shouts of 'Expelliarmus' and 'Avada Kedavra' cut through the air, Tyrrhenoi slipped away faster than the eye could blink and headed towards the area where Harry had left the Triwizard cup…and Cedric's body.
He came to an abrupt halt as he reached Cedric's body and dropped to his knees behind it. At last he breathed and, grasping Cedric's neck in his clawed hands he lifted it towards his face. He bared his teeth and lowered his head until they gently touched the skin. He leant forward imperceptibly and almost moaned as the skin broke and the first few drops of blood welled out. Unable to think rationally any longer he attacked Cedric's neck with the single-minded ferocity of a wild beast. A sudden noise, and his head snapped up – lips stained crimson – to see the other boy dart past and hurl himself at the Triwizard cup. The moment his hands touched the cup he was gone and Tyrrhenoi wondered briefly what this meant before freezing as a furious shriek assailed his ears.
"You stupid vampire! You let him get away."
Tyrrhenoi met Voldemort's gaze unflinchingly as the Dark Lord stared him down, eyes flickering madly.
"You'll pay for that. Avada Kedavra!"
Tyrrhenoi just laughed as a jet of green light burst from Voldemort's wand and slammed into his chest.
"Mortal fool." He taunted, "I cannot die, not even by the great Lord Voldemort's hand." His sarcastic tone and flippant treatment of the Avada Kedavra curse coupled with the obvious fact that he hadn't died set the already physiologically unstable Voldemort over the edge and, with an almost animalistic roar he commanded his death eaters to 'deal' with the immortal.
Cedric Diggory awoke to pain. He screamed in pure agony as his veins burned with an intense fire. He screamed for anything to just end the pain, whether it be unconsciousness or even death. But no relief came. The torture continued. He rolled over, arms wrapped around his torso, face contorted with the never-ending fire that burned within his body. Suddenly a face entered his field of vision; it was so shockingly pale and angelic that his screaming ceased for a moment.
"Who…what..?" He gasped before succumbing once again to the tiny relief that screaming brings to ones pain.
"He's pretty incoherent."
Cedric felt as if the voice was an eon away so rapt up was he in the pain he felt.
"Weakling." Someone sniffed.
"Oh come now, Rosie." Another voice said, "He's in a lot of pain."
"We all went through the exact same thing." The voice replied snobbily.
"While you may not remember Rosalie," another voice cut in, "I seem to remember and awful lot of screaming when you were changed."
"Oh shut it Edward."
"Wow, he does look an awful lot like you Edward, doesn't he?"
"…Yeah, it's actually a bit creepy how much you two look alike."
"Maybe he's your long lost twin!"
"He'd have to be lost for a pretty long time…oh an odd eighty years or so."
"It's just a theory Edward, no need to be snide."
"Enough squabbling, let's get him back to the house."
"Can we stop the screaming first?"
"How exactly? Nothing stops the pain of our venom."
"I don't know. Knock him out or something. If he's gonna feel the pain either way lets at least salvage our ear drums."
"Oh all right – Emmett?"
Cedric's screams stopped as he spiralled into darkness and he briefly allowed himself to think that the pain might stop. But it never did. His screams continued only they never made it past his lips.
Cedric awoke to…nothing. Where was the pain? He laid there, eyes closed, muscles tense and waited for it to return. Minutes passed, but nothing happened. Sighing in relief he relaxed and began to assess his body for injuries. Shocked, he realized that he had none. How could that be? There was so much pain. How could he possibly have come away unscathed? And yet he had. In fact, he felt better than he had in years, except for a burning thirst he felt in the back of his throat. Suddenly he remembered the graveyard, Lord Voldemort and,
"HARRY," he yelled and leapt up. At his cry every other occupant of the house was suddenly in the room. Cedric flinched and dove behind the bed he was standing on, quicker that he could have imagined possible. What the hell? Putting the question of his newfound speed to the back of his mind – he had more important things to think about – he quickly turned his attention to the seven (humans?) who had practically appeared from no-where. Wizards he realized, but whose side are they on?
He turned his focus on the tall blonde one as it approached him and due to the stress of the moment didn't even wonder at his advanced eyesight.
"It's alright," the blonde was saying, "we're not going to hurt you."
Yeah right Cedric thought and began looking for an escape route. Damn, they have the door covered and there are no windows.
As the blonde edged closer Cedric stopped scanning the room and fixed his gaze firmly on its face. It stopped and he tensed, ready to run if it made any sudden movements.
"Jasper?" The blonde called behind him.
"He's nervous, scared, and worried about something." Another voice replied, "It feels like he's worried about someone else though, not himself."
"He's analysing the room for escape possibilities and getting ready to make a run for it. He's worried about some guy named 'Harry' and he keeps seeing a graveyard and a flash of green light."
"Okay. Jasper, try to calm him so I can approach him."
Cedric tensed in anticipation of what the slightly smaller but somehow more powerful looking blonde would do and relaxed suddenly as he felt a wave of calm surround and envelop him.
"He's responding," Jasper informed them, "he's calming down, you can probably talk to him now."
Cedric's eyes flickered to the other blonde as he took another step forward.
"Hey, it's alright, we won't hurt you. What's your name?"
"Cedric," he answered, surprised as his voice sounded unfamiliar to his ears.
"Alright Cedric, I'm Carlisle. Do you have any idea what's happened?"
"No." Cedric answered hoarsely, "Do you?"
Carlisle chuckled and the sound seemed to reverberate around the room. "I imagine I have more of an idea that you."
A/N: Well that's it for the prologue. I'm still tossing up on the pairings so let me know if you have a preference I guess.