"I dunno," said Cedric. He sounded slightly nervous. "Wangs out, d'you reckon?"

They pulled out their wangs.

Harry lowered his wang slightly and glanced at sideways at Cedric.

It was agony such as he never felt in all his life; his wang slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face…

The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lit his wang and was dragging Harry toward the marble headstone. Harry saw the name upon it flickered in the wanglight…

Harry's wang was on the ground at Cedric's feet.

Now Wormtail was busying himself at the bottom of the cauldron with his wang.

He raised his wang, closed his eyes, and spoke to the night.

Voldemort slipped one of those unnaturally long-fingered hands into a deep pocket and drew out a wang. He caressed it gently…

He raised his wang.

The Death Eater on the ground writhed and shrieked…

Voldemort raised his wang.

Voldemort raised his wang and whirled it through the air.

"…for I had no body, and every spell that might have helped me required the use of a wang…"

Voldemort moved slowly forward and turned to face Harry. He raised his wang.

"Now untie him, Wormtail, and give him back his wang."

Wormtail walked out of the circle to the place where Cedric's body lay and returned and returned with Harry's wang, which he thrust roughly into Harry's hand without looking at him.

…and what use would it be to deprive Voldemort of his wang?

"I said, bow," Voldemort said, raising his wang…

"Very good," said Voldemort softly, and as he raised his wang the pressure bearing down upon Harry lifted too.

Voldemort raised his wang…

Voldemort raised his wang but this time Harry was ready…

Before Voldemort could stick his snakelike face around the headstone, Harry stood up…he gripped his wang tightly in his hand, thrust it out in front of him, and threw himself around the headstone, facing Voldemort.

A jet of green light issued from Voldemort's wang just as a jet of red light blasted from Harry's - they met in midair - and suddenly Harry's wang was vibrating as though an electric charge was surging through it, his hand seized up around it; he couldn't have released it if he'd wanted to - and a narrow beam of light connected the two wangs, neither red nor green, but bright deep gold. Harry, following the beam with his astonished gaze, saw that Voldemort's long white fingers too were gripping his wang that was shaking and vibrating.

He and Voldemort were both being raised into the air, their wangs still connected by that thread of shimmering golden light.

The golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered, though the wangs remained connected, a thousand more beams arced high over Harry and Voldemort…

Harry saw his red eyes wide with astonishment at what was happening, saw him fighting to break the thread of light still connecting his wang with Harry's; Harry held onto his wang more tightly, with both hands…

His wang began to vibrate more powerfully than ever…

it was as though large beads of light were sliding up and down the thread connecting the wangs - Harry felt his wang give a shudder under his hand…

…he felt his wang shudder angrily…

As the closest bead of light moved nearer to Harry's wang tip, the wang beneath his fingers grew so hot it would burst into flame. The closer they beam moved, the harder Harry's wang vibrated; he was sure his wang would not survive contact with it; it felt as though it wa about to shatter under his fingers.

…and it was Voldemort's wang that was vibrating extra-hard now…

One of the beads of light was quivering, inches from the tip of Voldemort's wang.

…but he now concentrated as he had never done in his life on forcing the bead of light right back into Voldemort's wang…

At once, Voldemort's wang began to emit echoing screams of pain…

…and then something much larger began to blossom from Voldemort's wangtip, a great, greyish something, that looked as though it were made of the solidest, densest smoke…

If ever Harry might have released his wang from shock, it would been then, but instinct kept him clutching his wang tightly, so that the thread of light remained unbroken, even though the thick gray ghost of Cedric Diggory emerged in its entirety from the end of Voldemort's wang…

More screams of pain from the wang…and then something else emerged from its tip…

an old man Harry had seen only in a dream was now pulling himself out of the end of the wang just as Cedric had done…

…he surveyed Harry and Voldemort, and the golden web, and the connected wangs, with mild surprise…

Harry, both arms shaking now as he fought to keep his arms still…

And now another head was emerging from the tip of Voldemort's wang…

he knew, as though he had expected it from the moment Cedric appeared from the wang…

…James Potter blossomed from the end of Voldemort's wang…

"Yes?" Harry gasped, fighting to keep a hold on his wang, which was slipping beneath his fingers.

"I will," said Harry, his face screwed up with the effort of holding the wang.

"NOW!" Harry yelled; he didn't think he could have held on for another second anyway - he pulled the wang upward with an almighty wrench…

Gripping his wang more tightly, he dashed out from behind the angel.

he jumped over the cup and dived as he head more wang blasts behind him…

Harry saw his mouth curl into a smile, saw him raise his wang…

Harry yelled, pointing his wang at the Triwizard Cup.

Dumbledore's voice carried no hint of a threat, it sounded like a mere statement, but Fudge bristled as though Dumbledore were advancing upon him with a wang.

His hand gripped his wang under his robes.

He had his wang out, and so did George, who was careful to tread on Malfoy as he followed Fred inside.

"Harry," Fred began, but Harry pulled out his wang.


The end.