He prepared himself, gingerly testing his weight. His leg throbbed and he faltered for a moment, before compartmentalising again. When Wormtail cut his bonds, he was steady on his feet. He spat the cloth from his mouth, and watched silently as Wormtail crossed the circle, which had come closer, to retrieve his wand from Cedric’s body. When it was thrust into his hand, Harry couldn’t help his small quiet sigh of relief - the wand practically sang at their reunion. Voldemort didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t particular care, that Harry wasn’t trembling in front of him like any normal fourteen-year-old might. Harry waited for him to speak again.