the_debt_of_time

"We can leave that till morning, can't we?" Sirius asked harshly. He put a hand on
Harry's shoulder. "Let him have a sleep. Let him rest."
"Cedric," Harry began. "Cedric and I touched the Cup together, and it... it pulled
us away into a graveyard." He spoke softly, green eyes staring ahead into a vacant place as
if neither Dumbledore nor Sirius were with him. "They... He killed Cedric. Pettigrew.
Pettigrew killed Cedric."
Sirius took a deep breath and tried to control his rage. He opened his mouth to
speak, but Dumbledore held up a hand, requesting his silence for the moment.
Harry told them everything then. Told them about being trapped in the cemetery
with Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, and Cedric's body. Told them how Wormtail cut his arm
and used his blood for a potion to bring Voldemort back to full strength.
Sirius knelt down at Harry's side to look at the wound on his forearm, immediately
remembering the scar on Mia's arm marking her a "Mudblood". The burnt scar on his own
skin from where Lucius Malfoy tried to brand the Dark Mark into him was still there
beneath the tattoos.
He closed his eyes and tried to focus his anger on something productive. Three was
a powerful magical number. Somehow, whether by luck or fate, Mia, Sirius, and Harry had
made up a trinity of sorts. Mia, a Muggle-born, who had been branded a Mudblood, had
the word carved into her flesh to remind her, only to be adopted into a pureblood family
and become one of the most powerful witches that Sirius had ever known. Then there was
himself, a pureblood, who defied his family and the traditions of his House. They had tried
to force him to serve Voldemort, branding him a Death Eater against his will, but he had
fought back. Finally Harry, a half-blood, who had his flesh pierced to bring back to strength
the one wizard who wanted nothing more than to kill him. But Harry lived.
Harry lived.
Sirius focused on those words as his godson continued telling his story of how
Voldemort returned to a full body, called forth his Death Eaters, and tried to duel Harry
only to fail when something strange happened between the pair of wands.
"The wands connected?" Sirius asked, looking from Harry to Dumbledore. "Why?"
"Priori Incantatem," Dumbledore muttered.
"The Reverse Spell effect?" Sirius asked sharply.