Harry Potter's Bastard

Harry hadn't used a portkey before, but he still couldn't get used to it. When he got rid of the vertigo, he found that they had appeared in a strange place.

No, it wasn't strange, Harry was sure he hadn't been here, but he had seen it in his dreams.

It was completely out of Hogwarts' bounds, and they had apparently flown miles—maybe hundreds, for even the mountains around the castle were gone. Standing on a dark, overgrown cemetery, they could see the black outline of a chapel behind a tall yew tree on the right. On the left is a hill. Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

Harry looked at the cemetery, and there was eerie, silence all around.

"Is this part of the game?" Harry had a bad feeling, very bad, like the night they were going to protect the Philosopher's Stone in their first year.

"Solim?" Harry's question went unanswered, and he quickly looked around, only to realize that Solim was gone.

How is this possible?, Harry glanced around in disbelief, Harry could have bet with his fire bolt that Solim had definitely come with him with the portkey.

Wait!Doorkey?!

Harry finally remembered, he finally realized where he felt something was wrong - Barty Jr. had said in the school hospital that day that his plan was to take him with the portkey, and Dumbledore was there, but if Dumbledore already knew about the plan, then why...... Trophy or a portkey, and why does Solim have to hold the trophy with him?

Could it be ......

Harry felt like he was suddenly out of breath.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps caught Harry's attention, and he squinted nervously at the darkness as two figures, one tall and one short, walked towards them between the graves, one of the shorter figures limping. Harry couldn't make out their faces, but judging by their gait and the posture of their arms, one of them seemed to be holding something. He was of small stature and wore a hooded cloak that covered his face. A few steps closer—the distance between them was shrinking—and Harry could see that the man was holding something like a baby—or just a bag of clothes, and the other, taller man, was holding a hand, and the hand was ...... Hold a wand.

They're wizards!!!!

Suddenly, Harry's scar was in sharp pain. He had never felt such intense pain in his life. The wand slipped to the ground, he covered his face with his hands, and his legs bent to the ground, and he couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head felt like it was about to burst.

Harry fell to his knees, he couldn't feel anything but this intense pain now, he couldn't feel his body, he couldn't feel his heartbeat. When he finally struggled out of the pain of driving people crazy, he found that he was now tied to a tall tombstone.

Harry, who had just recovered from his pain, was weak and tried to break free, but he found that his struggle was in vain, the rope was too tight.

Harry tried to speak, but found that something was stuffed in his mouth, and he struggled in vain. He noticed that the two wizards, one tall and one short, were not bothering themselves, but were busy setting up the cauldron.

"First-" Harry heard a sharp, cold voice, "find another person, go!"

"Yes...... Yes, master. A trembling, cowardly voice rang out.

Peter!

Harry remembered the voice, and even more remembered what its owner had done. He struggled even more frantically, trying to break free. He stared at Peter: one of his sleeves was empty, Harry remembered that it was cut off by Solim, and one of Peter's legs, but now it looked like Peter was standing well, maybe he had a prosthetic leg like Moody.

Just then, Harry heard a rustling sound around him, and when he looked down, he saw a large snake snaking around his tombstone. Harry was no stranger to the snake either, he had seen it in his dreams, at that time......

Harry jerked at the small package that had been placed in front of the tombstone, and he finally realized what it was—Voldemort!

It's all a conspiracy! Harry was desperate, he didn't know what else he could do now, he was tied up strongly, even if he broke free, what could he do with them?

"Come out, boy. It was a voice Harry had never heard before, and the somber voice of another tall wizard made the graveyard even more eerie.

"You're busy with yours. Solim finally showed his form, but he was far away.

"I'll talk about anything else when you're done. Solim's hands were empty, and he didn't seem to be threatening, "Presumably the Dark Lord can't wait, now that the materials are complete, what are you waiting for?"

"Didn't you hear what our guests said?Wormtail! Hurry up!" Voldemort really couldn't wait, after more than ten years of torment, now he finally saw the hope of resurrection, he just wanted to complete this ritual as soon as possible, and everything else could be a little later.

Solim felt as if his face was about to be burned after revealing his form, it was Harry's gaze, it was like the sun focused by a magnifying glass, and Solim felt this hateful gaze for the first time.

Presumably Harry would be tempted to peel himself off now, right?Solim glanced over to Harry and stopped looking. His attention was now all on the upcoming resurrection ritual. This magic was extremely rare, and Solim didn't want to miss this opportunity to gain insight.

Voldemort lying down, Harry tied up, Solim standing far away, and two of Voldemort's men, Christopher and Peter, tonight's graveyard was particularly lively.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up quickly. Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks erupted, as if it were burning. The steam was getting thicker and thicker, and the figure of the insect tail watching the fire became blurred.

"Quick!" Voldemort urged Peter.

"Burn it, master. Peter kept his head down and shuddered.

"So what are you waiting for?"

Harry didn't bother to stare at Solim now, he was desperate for the professors on patrol at the school to find out something was wrong sooner, and maybe stop Voldemort if Dumbledore came.

Yes, Harry now knew what Voldemort was going to do.