AN:Chapter eleven! Boomba! Chapter Eleven features: Third Task, Charlie, and Barty Crouch... Jr... Just a note, I know it may seem like Charlie and Amy may be moving fast, but the thing is, they haven't talked about their feelings really, and they won't get together for awhile actually... Sorry...
Dedication:To my readers! And the real Michelle who celebrated her birthday on the 30th!
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
A week later and there was still no word on Barty Crouch. Amy tried to push her thoughts of him aside, but found that with Karkaroff continuously going on about how unfair this entire tournament was, and how the Ministry was favoring Hogwarts, it was difficult to push these thoughts away.
According to Professor Dumbledore, Crouch was nowhere on the grounds, but that the Ministry had been alerted as to what had happened, and had control of it. He said the last part very bitterly, as though it had left a bad taste in his mouth. Before Amy was able to inquire any further, Dumbledore dismissed himself, leaving Amy alone.
'I just need to forget about,' Amy told herself. 'I'm going to go crazy if I keep thinking about it.'
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The week of finals arrived, but it wasn't only nerves that ran through the students but excitement as well. At the end of the week, the third and final task would take place, and everyone, student, teacher, and ghost, were ecstatic to find out what would happen.
The day of the task began with much noise. The students cheered as each champion entered the halls, accompanied with noise from the daily post, made it almost impossible to hear the person sitting next to you. As the owl dropped the Prophet on her lap, Amy unraveled it, taking a sip of drink before glancing at the title. She choked on her drink, coughing loudly, as Sprout hit her on the back a few times. Amy wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her shirt, grabbing the paper, and pulling it closer to her.
"HARRY POTTER 'DISTURBED AND DANGEROUS'"
Amy's eyes raced down the article, drinking in the words, before throwing it down on the table. "What a load of crap," she muttered angrily. She glanced towards the Gryffindor table where she saw Harry reading the same paper. 'He shouldn't be reading that,' she thought. 'Especially on the day of the task. It'll just throw him off.' She shook her head.
All of sudden, Hermione jumped up, running out of the Great Hall as Ron called after her, "Oi! We've got our History of Magic exam in ten minutes!" As Harry and Ron stood up, McGonagall approached them, talking directly to Harry. Amy stood up, she had to oversee the sixth year exams, something she was not looking forward to really. It just meant sitting quietly for a very long time while a bunch of students nervously wrote down anything that came to mind. She hated overseeing tests more than actually taking a test.
As she walked out of the Great Hall, Harry passed her, a nervous look on his face as he headed towards the chamber off the side of the Great Hall. She threw him a curious look, but he just grimaced and shrugged his shoulders. She would've stopped to ask him, but she really needed to head to her classroom before she was late. Again.
…..
As the class escaped from her classroom, Amy let out a sigh of relief. It was done. Over. She could just relax. Well, after the task of course. She rubbed her face tiredly, something bubbling in her stomach. Something didn't feel right, but Amy couldn't put her finger on it, and she blamed it on worry over the champions.
Groaning, Amy pushed herself out of her seat, swishing her wand to extinguish the lights, leaving the room in the glow of the late afternoon, just before sunset. As she left the room, students ran passed, already dressed for the task, wearing paint on their faces and carrying posters supporting their champion. Amy smiled, vaguely remembering the soccer games from when she went to her muggle school.
As Amy entered the Great Hall, she saw many students jumping up and down and cheering. Walking towards the front table, Amy passed the Gryffindor table, where she saw more than the normal amount of redheads. Ron glanced up as she passed by.
"Oi! Professor!" he cried, waving her over. "Come here!" Amy laughed, happy that her students felt that they could simply yell at her to sit with them, despite the fact that she was a teacher. It made her feel like a big sister.
"Ronald!" scolded a plump redheaded woman. "Don't talk to your professors like that!" The woman turned to Amy. "I'm terribly sorry. I'm Molly Weasley, this bunches' mother." Amy held out a hand.
"Amy Wyman," she introduced. "I'm the Charms professor." Molly nodded.
"I've heard quite a bit about you," she answered. Amy glanced at her students.
"Really," Amy started, raising an eyebrow at the other Weasleys, who blushed and turned away. Harry laughed. "Interesting." Before any of the Weasleys could defend themselves, two more redheads appeared, and Amy's stomach flipped. One of them was Charlie.
"Oh, these are my oldest sons, Bill and-" Molly began.
"Charlie," Amy interrupted. "We've met." Their eyes met for a moment, before looking away quickly. Molly noticed. "I'm Amy Wyman," Amy said, holding out a hand to Bill, who shook it. "I'm the Charms teacher." Bill looked very much like Ron, tall and lanky, but his hair was much longer and he had earrings made from fangs. That surprised her. She thought that he worked at Gringotts.
"So you've been teaching these twits magic?" Bill asked, ducking a punch from one of the Twins.
"Trying to at least," Amy teased. It was easy to joke with them. They just had an air of welcoming around them. Bill and Charlie roared with laughter, while the others made sounds of disagreement. Behind them, Amy heard someone skid to a halt behind them. She turned in her seat to see Hermione.
"Hermione, are you going to tell us -?" Harry broke off as Hermione shook her head cautiously, glancing at Mrs. Weasley, whose face had dropped into a frown.
"Hello Hermione," Mrs. Weasley greeted, nowhere near as warmly as she had greeted Amy.
"Hello," Hermione answered softly, a sad look on her face. Amy stood from her seat, offering it to Hermione, who sat hesitantly.
Amy leaned over to Harry whispering, "Looks like someone's been reading Rita Skeeter." She gave him a pointed look before waving to the table and walking away. Behind her, Amy heard Harry say, "Mrs. Weasley, you didn't believe that rubbish Rita Skeeter wrote in Witch Weekly,did you? Because Hermione's not my girlfriend."
Mrs. Weasley sputtered slightly before replying, "Oh! No – of course I didn't!" Amy smirked slightly as she strode up to the front table. As she seated herself, she glanced back at the Gryffindor table to see the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione laughing. Except for Charlie.
He was staring up at Amy, a smile on his face. Amy caught his eye, smiling back at him. His smile widened before he looked back at his family, stealing a glance towards Amy again. A faint blush rose on her face, but Amy shook her head, willing the blush to go away. She looked away, anywhere but at him, and her eyes fell upon Fleur and her family, who were talking in rapid French, despite the obvious looks of confusion they were receiving from the Ravenclaws beside them. From her seat, Amy saw Fleur look over at the Gryffindor table, at Bill Weasley, who looked back at her. Fleur looked away blushing, which surprised Amy. She had never seen the French student blush.
She caught herself looking at Charlie again, who had also noticed his older brother staring at the younger girl. They both stifled their laughter, turning away before they could burst out into laughter and deem themselves as crazy.
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Dinner that night featured more courses than usual, although, Amy noticed that most of the champions weren't eating, but instead were picking at their plates nervously. Bagman had decided to switch things up, and had chosen to sit next to Dumbledore, forcing Karkaroff over a seat, and next to Amy.
Although Karkaroff had been much cooler to her since the Crouch incident, he was still pleased to find himself sitting next to the young teacher, and on more than one occasion, he 'accidently' would brush his hand against her or his leg would bumped into her thigh. His leering made her stomach turn and she was more than relieved when Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes' time, I will be asking you to make your way down to the Quidditch field for the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Will the champions please follow Mr. Bagman down to the stadium now." Amy was relieved when the Karkaroff stood along with the other heads, following their champions down to the pitch.
Five minutes passed before the students, faculty, and champions' families made their way to the Quidditch pitch. Amy was at the back of crowd, making her way slowly towards the pitch. The sky had darkened and a few stars began to appear in the night sky. When Amy finally reached the arena, the stands were filled and Bagman started his commentary.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each – Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter, both of Hogwarts School!" The crowd roared with approval and excitement, Amy clapping along as she looked for a seat. "In second place, with eighty points – Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" More applause, much of it coming from the Slytherins. "And in third place – Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy." Realizing that there were obviously no seats left, Amy stood by the bleachers, leaning against a wooden post, as the crowd cheered for the French student.
"So… on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!" Bagman proclaimed, pulling a whistle from his pocket. He brought it near his mouth, crying, "Three – two – one!" He blew the whistle, and the two Hogwarts champions ran into the maze which closed behind them, cutting the audiences view of them off.
Bagman waited five minutes before, urging Krum forward and blowing his whistle again. Krum hurried into the hedges, determined to make up for his lost time. The audience continued to cheer, shouting and jumping as Bagman blew the whistle again, Fleur rushing into the maze.
As time passed, the audience still cheering, despite the fact that they really had no idea what was going on inside the maze. Amy yawned tiredly, glancing at her watch finding that almost thirty minutes had passed.
"Not as exciting as the others?" a voice asked. Amy looked to her left, to see Charlie standing on the last step of the bleachers.
"Yes, because staring at water for an hour is terribly exciting," Amy joked. Charlie laughed before stepping down the final step and standing next to Amy.
"I guess you're right," he sighed. Amy laughed.
"Of course, I'm right," Amy teased, "I'm a teacher!" Charlie laughed again, nudging her gently with his elbow.
"You're not like most teachers though," Charlie said, glancing at her.
"No, I'm not," Amy admitted shamelessly, staring at the maze that was dancing in the summer breeze. "But that's a good thing, right?" Amy asked, tearing her gaze away from the hedges and towards Charlie who looked back at her.
"A very good thing," he said softly. Their gazes locked, hazel and blue, staring into the others' eyes. Subconsciously, the two leaned forward slightly, their faces nearing each other's in the shadow of the bleachers.
Someone screamed, Amy and Charlie looked towards the hedges, and they stepped away from each other, nervously. The crowd waited, holding their breaths, searching for a sign, anything, of what was going on. As they waited with bated breaths, more screams broke out in the night. Screams of pain, screams of someone being tortured. The teachers around the boarders of the maze glanced at each other nervously, but did nothing. They waited for the sparks.
The screams stopped, but this time the crowd made no noise. Suddenly, from the almost the middle of the maze, red sparks shot up into night. The crowd cried out as one of the teachers disappeared into the maze, reappearing moments later with Viktor Krum who was unconscious. The Durmstrang students cried out in disappointment, and Amy saw Karkaroff spit at the ground angrily. He caught Amy looking at him, and glared angrily at her, almost as though he was blaming her for had happened. Charlie caught this look, and stepped a little in front of Amy, so he was blocking her from Karkaroff's view. It was casual enough, but he felt a bubble of protectiveness build up inside him.
Suddenly, from the very center of the maze, a bluish glow rose up, before disappearing quickly. The crowd jumped to their feet, trying to peer inside the maze, but to no avail. The teachers and heads looked at each other, confusion etched on their faces. Something was happening inside the maze, something bad. Amy's stomach dropped, and she stepped forward looking around frantically.
"Amy?" Charlie asked, reaching a hand towards her. "Amy, what is it?" Amy looked back at him quickly.
"I don't know," she started, "but something is not right." Charlie looked at her worriedly.
"I'm sure everything's fine, Amy," Charlie said coaxingly, trying to calm the nervous teacher down. He grabbed her arm gently, pulling her back. "It's just your nerves. Everything's fine."
Amy glared at him lightly out of the corner of her eye, but she let him try to coax her into relaxing. Seconds passed in silence, except for the whispering from the crowd. Seconds turned into minutes, and the students grew bored. No one noticed Karkaroff sneak off in the shadows.
Suddenly, red sparks flew from the maze, and moments later, a teacher immerged with Fleur Delacour, who was scratched and bruised. When she caught sight of Krum, who had awoken in a dazed confusion, she threw herself at him, punching and scratching every part of him that she could.
"You! You attacked me!" She cried furiously. "Bâtarde!" she screeched. Several teachers rushed forward, pulling the screaming and kicking girl off the boy. She continued to scream and curse in French, even as Madame Maxime pulled her away.
"Vhat vos that for?" Krum cried indignantly. "I didn't touch you!" The two champions continued to argue, Fleur shouting at him for attacking her while Krum swore that he didn't remember even seeing her in the maze. Amy glanced at Charlie, who now had a look of worry on his face.
"Do you believe me now?" she asked, her eyes searching his. "Something isn't right!" Before Charlie could say anything, cheers broke out from the crowd; Harry and Cedric had returned, clutching the Triward Cup. The crowd continued to cheer for the winning duo, not noticing the tears streaking down Harry's face. Amy shot forward, running towards Harry and Cedric. She dropped to her knees beside him at the same time that Dumbledore arrived beside them. Amy reached out to pull Harry and Cedric up, when she finally looked at Cedric. His eyes were opened, lifeless and empty and his mouth was half open in shock. Amy withdrew her hand, placing it in front of her mouth in horror.
"He's dead," she whispered tears welling up in her eyes. Someone screamed. Amy looked up to see Fleur screaming, pointing in horror at Cedric. "Dumbledore, we need to do something," she whispered to the older professor.
"He's back," Harry interrupted in a whisper. "He's back. Voldemort."
Fudge came towards them. "What's going on? What's happened?" He stopped. "My God – Diggory! Dumbledore – he's dead!" The crowd grew silent, except for the whispers.
"He's dead!" "He's dead!" "Cedric Diggory! Dead!"
"Harry, let go of him," Fudge coaxed, glancing around nervously.
Dumbledore leaned over Harry, tugging on his arm gently. "Harry, you can't help him now. It's over. Let go."
"He wanted me to bring him back," Harry whispered desolately. "He wanted me to bring him back to his parents…" Tears dripped down Amy's face. Amy stood as Dumbledore pulled Harry up. She looked around desperately, running a hand through her hair wearily.
"He needs to go to the hospital wing!" Fudge urged loudly. "He's ill, he's injured – Dumbledore, Diggory's parents, they're here in the stands…"
Moody appeared next to Amy, grasping Harry's other arm. "I'll take Harry, Dumbledore, I'll take him-"
"No," Dumbledore broke in. "I would prefer-"
"Dumbledore, Amos Diggory's running… he's coming over…" Fudge hissed. Amy glanced over towards Amos Diggory, who was rushing towards his son… his son who was dead…
Amy stepped around the arguing men, as Moody brushed passed her, but she took no notice. She hurried towards Mr. Diggory, holding out her hands. "Mr. Diggory," Amy said. "Mr. Diggory, please wait!" But he took no notice of her, pushing past her, before collapsing next to his son, gripping his robes and sobbing into his son's lifeless chest. Amy looked around desperately, catching Charlie's eye. He looked somberly at her, and she took in a ragged breath, forcing herself not to start sobbing. Charlie made a motion as to approach her, when she heard something from behind her.
"Where's Harry?" Amy spun around to face Professor Dumbledore, who was looking across the sea of students for the young champion. Amy spared a sorrowful glance towards Cedric and his parents, who were clutching their son's body. Professor Sprout had her hands on their shoulders, whispering soothing words to them.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "He was right here." Amy looked over the students, searching for Harry's messy hair. Everywhere she looked, Amy saw students sobbing, clutching each other, and shaking. Cho Chang had fallen to her knees and was sobbing into the ground, two of her friends kneeling besides her, their arms around her as they gently cried into her shoulders. Amy continued to search for Harry in the crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Amy turned back to Dumbledore, who was deep in thought. Amy stared at him for a moment, before his face broke into one of realization. "Minerva, Severus, Amy would you accompany me," Dumbledore questioned, although it was more of a demand. Before either of the teachers could respond, Dumbledore rushed off towards the castle, the professors looking at each other for a moment before rushing after him. As the neared the castle, the professors drew their wands, entering the building, following the headmaster as he ran through the halls.
The subjects in the portraits gawked after the professors, who were running at full speed, three of them not knowing where the fourth was leading them. Suddenly, Dumbledore skidded to a halt outside of Moody's office. Before the professors could speak, Dumbledore raised his wand.
"Stupefy!" Dumbledore cried, his spell crashing through the office door, the door splintering and falling apart, as the curse hit Moody, who flew into the wall before crumbling into a heap. Amy stared at Dumbledore in shock, astounded by the fact that he had just attacked one of the greatest Aurors of all time. However, Amy knew not to speak, because, even from behind, she could see that all traces of his normal kindness was gone, and in his place was a powerful and furious wizard.
Dumbledore stepped into the room, striding over to Moody and kicking him onto his back. Snape followed him, looking at the walls of the office that were adorned with Moody's many dark wizard detectors as McGonagall rushed towards Harry. Amy stayed in the doorway, her wand trained on the unconscious professor.
"Come along Potter," McGonagall whispered, her voice cracking softly. "Come along… hospital wing…"
"No," Dumbledore commanded sharply. McGonagall glanced towards the older professor.
"Dumbledore, he ought to – look at him – he's been through enough tonight-"
"He will stay Minerva, because he needs to understand," Dumbledore broke in. "Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery. He needs to know who has put him through the ordeal he had suffered tonight, and why."
"He needs to grieve properly," Amy whispered to lost ears.
"Moody," Harry prompted disbelievingly. "How can it have been Moody?"
"This is not Alastor Moody," Dumbledore stated softly. Everyone's head shot towards Dumbledore. "You have never known Alastor Moody. The real Moody would not have removed you from my sight after what happened tonight. The moment he took you, I knew – and I followed." Dumbledore reached over the unconscious man, searching through his cloak, while he continued to speak.
"Severus, please fetch me the strongest Truth Potion you possess, and then go down to the kitchens and bring up the house-elf called Winky," Dumbledore commanded, not stopping as Snape exited the room. "Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrid's house, where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, than come back here." McGonagall hurried out of the room leaving Amy, Dumbledore, Harry, and the unconscious imposter behind.
From under Moody's cloak, Dumbledore pulled out a key ring and Moody's flask, sniffing it gingerly. Setting the flask on the desk, Dumbledore moved to a chest that sat in the corner of the room, Amy and Harry watching his every movement. Kneeling, Dumbledore used the keys on the lock of the trunk, unlocking each level, each revealing a new assortment of books and paper. Finally, reaching the last level, Dumbledore unlocked it and peered into the trunk. Amy and Harry leaned forward slightly, before withdrawing in shock.
The chest opened into a pit of some sort, where passed out on the floor, almost ten feet below, was Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody. The real one. This one however, was missing his wooden leg, spinning eye, and several clumps of hair. Amy stepped forward, holding up the lid of the chest as Professor Dumbledore climbed inside, dropping lightly to the dirt floor. Harry and Amy watched as Dumbledore leaned over the Auror.
"Stunned – controlled by the Imperius Curse – very weak," the headmaster remarked. "Of course, they would have needed to keep him alive. Throw down the imposter's cloak - he's freezing," he commanded. Amy nodded towards Harry, who removed the cloak from the imposter and threw it down to Dumbledore, who caught it swiftly and wrapped it around the sleeping man. "Madam Pomfrey will need to see him, but he seems in no immediate danger."
Glancing at the unconscious man once more, Dumbledore climbed out of the trunk, before picking the hip flask from off the desk and dumping the contents onto the floor. Thick, oily liquid spilled onto the floor, spreading rapidly.
"Polyjuice Potion," Dumbledore commented. He stared up, a gleam in his eye. "You see the simplicity of it, and the brilliance. For Moody never does drink except from his hip flask, he's well known for it. The imposter needed, of course, to keep the real Moody close by so that he could continue making the potion."
"That's why his hair," Amy trailed off as Dumbledore nodded.
"The imposter has been cutting it off all year, see where it is uneven? But I think, in the excitement of tonight, our fake Moody might have forgotten to take it as frequently as he should have done… on the hour… ever hour… We shall see." The trio turned to watch the Stunned man, who lay there in Moody's mask. Several minutes passed, when the body began to morph. It started with the scars on his face, which disappeared, the skin on his face smoothing out. Next came the nose, growing smaller and whole again, then they hair, turning yellow, the wooden leg falling off as a real leg grew back, the magic blue eye popping off, before spinning away, swirling in every direction.
To Amy, the man was a stranger, but it was obvious from the gasps and noises from the returned Snape and McGonagall, that they knew exactly how he was.
"Crouch!" Snape cried, causing Amy to spin around, staring at him. 'Crouch? What?' Amy glanced back at the young man. "Barty Crouch!"
"Good heavens," McGonagall exclaimed, clutching her chest. From behind Snape, a wide eyed house-elf appeared, screeching at the sight of the unconscious man.
"Master Barty, Master Barty, what is you doing here?" the house-elf cried, throwing itself onto the man. "You is killed him! You killed him! You is killed Master's son!" 'Crouch's son.' Amy realized.
"He is simply Stunned, Winky," Dumbledore interrupted. "Step aside, please. Severus, you have the potion?" Snape stepped forward, placing a small bottle filled with clear liquid into the wizard's hand. Dumbledore pulled the Stunned man into a sitting position, forcing the potion down the man's throat. Standing up, Dumbledore pointed his wand at the man and said, "Ennervate."
The man opened his eyes, his face slack and his eyes unfocused.
"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Yes," he muttered.
"I would like you to tell us, how you came to be here," Dumbledore demanded. "How did you escape from Azkaban?"
Against his will, Crouch explained everything, how his mother died to save her son, how his father subdued him using the Imperius Curse, the Ministry official who found out he was alive, only to have her memory erased. He explained how Winky the house-elf convinced his father to let him attend the Quidditch World Cup, how he stole a wand, using it to cast the Dark Mark while a group of Death Eaters attacked the camp grounds.
A wicked grin crossed over Crouch's face as he told them how his master came to him one night, in the arms of a servant, how Crouch's father was placed under the Imperius curse, allowing Crouch to return to his master in his time of need. How Crouch took the needed role of a secret servant in Hogwarts, one who would ensure that Harry Potter would win the Triwizard Tournament. How Crouch, with the help of a wizard named Wormtail, captured Moody, keeping him under the Imperius Curse, so that Crouch would have an endless supply of the necessary hair.
"And what became of Wormtail after you attacked Moody?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Wormtail returned to care for my master, in my father's house, and to keep watch over my father."
"But your father escaped," Dumbledore supplied.
"Yes. After a while he began to fight the Imperius Curse. There were periods when he knew what was happening. That was when my master decided it was no longer safe for my father to leave the house, so he forced her to send letters in saying he was ill. Wormtail neglected his duty though, and my father escaped.
"My master sent word of my father's escape, believing that he would go to Hogwarts. He told me to stop him at all costs. So I waited and watched. I used the map I had taken from Harry Potter, the one that almost ruined everything."
"What map?" Dumbledore asked quickly.
"Potter's map of Hogwarts. Potter saw me on it. Potter saw me stealing more ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion from Snape's office one night, thinking I was my father. I took the map from Potter, told him my father hated Dark wizards and was after Snape.
"For a week, I waited for my father to arrive at Hogwarts. At last, one evening, the map showed my father entering the grounds. I pulled on my Invisibiity Cloak and went down to meet was walking around the edge of the forest. Then Potter came, and Krum. I waited. I could not hurt Potter; my master needed him. Potter ran to get Dumbledore. I stunned Krum. I killed my father."
"Noooo!" Winky shrieked, sobbing harder than ever. "Master Barty, Master Barty what is you saying?" Crouch continued as though he hadn't heard.
"I was about to dispose of his body, when Wyman came running through the woods. The witch tripped over my father's body and fell. Before she could get up to look at him, I Stunned her."
Amy's eye twitched slightly at his admittance of attacking her.
"You killed your father," Dumbledore said softly. "What did you do with the body?"
"After Stunning the witch, I carried it into the forest. Covered it with the Invisibility Cloak. I had the map with me. I watched Potter run into the castle. He met Snape. Dumbledore joined them I watched Potter bringing Dumbledore out of the castle. I walked back out of the forest, doubled around behind them, went to meet them. I told Dumbledore Snape had told me where to come.
"Dumbledore told me to go and look for my father. I went back to my father's body. Watched the map. When everyone was gone, I Transfigured my father's body. He became a bone… I buried it, while wearing the Invisibility Cloak, in the freshly dug earth in front of Hagrid's cabin." He grew quiet, and silence rang through the room, accompanied by Winky's weeping.
"And tonight…" Dumbledore trailed off.
"I offered to carry the Triwizard Cup into the maze before dinner. Turned it into a Portkey." Crouch grinned sadistically. "My master's plan worked. He is returned to power and I will be honored by him beyond the dreams of wizards. He laughed manically, before his head drooped to his shoulder and Winky sobbed beside him.
AN:Next chapter: More Charlie, Fudge being a jerk, Charlie, and you will learn what Amy hears/sees when approached by a dementor, as well as some of Michelle's past. Don't forget to review!
Translation: "Bâtarde!" – Bastard!
Signing off,
WiseGirl