Izzy's heart was pounding as she and Harry clutched the Triwizard Cup, only to feel the gut-wrenching pull as they were transported away from the maze. When they landed, it was dark and cold, the oppressive atmosphere sending chills down her spine. Harry and Izzy stood up, wands ready, as they realized they were no longer at Hogwarts.
Graveyard, she thought, recognizing the eerie silence and the looming tombstones. Harry's eyes widened in horror as they spotted a shadowy figure approaching them.
"Wands out, d'you reckon?" Harry asked, his voice tense.
"Yes," Izzy replied, her voice steady despite the rising fear. "Stay alert."
Out of the shadows stepped Morgath Traven, his eyes gleaming with malice. Without a moment's hesitation, he raised his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
Izzy's reflexes kicked in, and she quickly transfigured a piece of metal from her robes into a shield. The killing curse struck the metal with a blinding flash, sending her flying backwards. She hit the ground hard, pain radiating through her body, feeling as if she had been shot. Her vision blurred, and she could barely move, the force of the impact rendering her momentarily paralyzed.
Harry, seeing Izzy incapacitated, faced Traven with a mixture of fear and determination. The rest of the scene played out as it had in the books: Traven, the new Peter, completed the dark ritual to resurrect Voldemort. The dark lord rose from the cauldron, his eyes burning with malevolence as he addressed his followers who Apparated into the graveyard.
Izzy struggled to stay conscious, her body screaming in pain. She watched helplessly as Harry was forced into a duel with Voldemort. Despite the odds, Harry's courage shone through as their wands connected in a Priori Incantatem, the golden thread of light binding them together in a battle of wills.
Suddenly, the ghosts of Voldemort's past victims emerged from the wand, creating a temporary shield for Harry. His parents' spirits urged him to break the connection and flee. In the chaos, Harry managed to grab the Triwizard Cup and Apparate back to Hogwarts, leaving Izzy behind.
Izzy's vision cleared slightly as the echoes of the departed spirits faded. Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, she whispered the incantation for her healing spell, "Salutem." A warm, soothing sensation spread through her body, knitting her wounds and easing the pain. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, her wand still tightly clutched in her hand.
Voldemort turned his attention to her, his red eyes gleaming with a twisted sort of admiration. "Impressive, Miss Black," he hissed, his voice cold and serpentine. "Few can survive the Killing Curse. You have potential."
Izzy met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "I am no one's pawn," she declared, her voice strong despite the lingering pain. "I am the true heir of darkness."
With those words, she channeled her magic, summoning the dark energy she had mastered. "Umbreath," she whispered, her voice resonating with power. Shadows erupted from her wand, binding Voldemort and his followers in place. The darkness coiled around them like living chains, their movements frozen by her spell.
Voldemort's eyes widened with a mixture of rage and twisted admiration. "You think you can defy me?" he spat, struggling against the bindings.
Izzy didn't respond. She concentrated, feeling the dark energy pulsing through her. With a final surge of magic, she Apparated away from the graveyard, the dark landscape vanishing in an instant.
She reappeared in Hogsmeade, her body still aching but her mind focused. She began to run, pushing through the pain, her destination clear in her mind. The chaos of the graveyard seemed to follow her, echoing in the pounding of her heart.
As she neared Hogwarts, she could see the turmoil that had erupted. Students and professors were gathered outside, their faces pale with fear and confusion. Harry's voice rang out above the noise, frantic and desperate.
"She's gone! Izanami is dead! Voldemort's back!" he shouted, his eyes wild with panic.
Izzy's heart ached at the sound of his voice, but she couldn't stop now. She pushed forward, breaking through the crowd. Her sudden appearance drew gasps and exclamations of shock.
"Izzy!" Harry's voice broke with relief as he saw her. He rushed to her side, his eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and joy. "You're alive!"
She nodded, her breath coming in heavy gasps. "Barely. Voldemort is back, Harry. But I'm not done fighting."
The crowd around them fell silent, the weight of her words sinking in. Dumbledore stepped forward, his eyes grave but resolute. "We have much to discuss," he said, his voice carrying a note of urgency. "But first, let us ensure everyone is safe."
As the professors and members of the Order began to organize the students, Izzy felt a sense of determination settle over her. The battle was far from over, and she knew the path ahead would be fraught with danger. But she was ready to face it, with her friends and allies by her side.