It was glorious. The song of the phoenix replaced Harry’s despair with hope, renewing his body and senses and he held onto his wand tighter. Voldemort looked astonished yet furious, and he tried to push against the light. Harry wouldn’t let him, and he let out a painful roar and pushed back. So much happened; strange apparitions of Cedric, an old man, Bertha Jorkins, who Harry had seen in the papers- and his parents. Lily and James stood on either side of him, guiding him. They wanted to give him some time to grab the Triwizard Cup and portkey back to Hogwarts. He waited for his dad’s signal, then he broke the connection.