"Attention, ladies and gentlemen, students of all ages! Welcome to the third and final Task of the Triwizard Tournament!" Cheers erupted around the Quidditch Pitch, as everyone present applauded Bagman's words.

"Let us revise the results. In first place, with eighty-five points: Both Amber Granger and Cedric Diggory, both of Hogwarts School!

"In second place, with eighty points: Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!

"In third place, with sixty points: Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!" More applause. I started to feel a little woozy, but the sight of my parents cleared me up.

Dumbledore gathered the champions and their 'bearers'.

"The third task is to navigate the maze, avoiding the obstacles placed within. The first person to touch the cup will be the winner!" he explained at large. He then dropped his voice, so that only the eight he had singled out could hear.

"In the maze, there will be much worse than Dark creatures. You will find that change will occur. Find the cup if you can, but be wary: you could lose yourselves along the way…" I looked at Ginny nervously. The four champions were escorted to the entrances.

My entrance was marked by a red marker. I knew, from memory, Cedric, Fleur and Krum had yellow, blue and green, respectively. Ginny took me quickly, and gave me a short embrace.

"Be careful, Amber. Feel free to leave if the task gets too much," she whispered. She was referring to the fact that a champion could be removed from the task by shooting their coloured sparks.

"I know that, Ginny. But I'm going to win. Let Darion know that I will be with him in spirit if I don't make it. You guys know you'll be Harry's girl," I responded. Ginny smiled.

"Good luck."

*Hoo-ooh*

The first whistle. My signal to enter the maze. I walked in, and the entrance closed. As in, the hedges closed together. I gazed forward, grateful that I had all those spells that we looked at. I travelled to the first fork.

"Point me," I whispered. This spell would point in the direction of the object I pictured in my mind, or north in no object applied. Naturally, the wand pointed at the wall opposite me. I chose to head in a random direction.

"Ah!" Fleur's panicked cry sounded. I ran towards the sound of the cry, using the Pointer spell to find her. I looked down. Fleur Delacour was sprawled unconscious. Roots swept across her limp form, dragging her under the hedges. I looked at her anxiously. Half of me wanted to help, another half of me wanted to ignore her.

It's in my nature to help.

We have to get that Triwizard Cup!

I compromised. I cast blue sparks into the air, and ran onward.

I gasped. Voldemort had appeared in front of me.

"Avada Kedavra!" he cried. I dodged to one side, before remembering Voldemort was kinda half-dead.

"Riddikulus!" I casted. Nothing happened at first.

"Avada Kedavra!" he tried again. The wand, instead of emitting a green jet of light, started beating Voldemort around the head and neck. I giggled, destroying the Boggart. Giggling a little more, I proceeded, glad I got to kill something.

Wait, what?

ALL MUST DIE!

Oh, darn.

"Crucio!" Viktor casted. Wait, what? I rushed with the Pointer spell to find Viktor advancing on Cedric. There was a glassy look in his eyes.

"Stupefy!" I shot. Viktor Krum sank to his knees. Cedric got up, and smiled at me, before leaving.

Why would Krum do that?

MUST! SEIZE! CUP!

Oh, will you stop?

I shot green sparks into the air, and then used the Pointer spell to press on.

Me and Cedric met at a T-Junction. We turned our heads to the final path. The Triwizard Cup lay in wait. We looked at each other, before running along the path in a race. It wasn't a very tough race. Cedric was attacked by roots halfway along. I was at the three-quarter point.

"Amber!" he panicked. I looked at him, and then the cup.

VICTORY. SO. CLOSE.

Cedric… I have got to save him. It's not his fault.

SEIZE. CUP. TAKE. CUP. WIN. HARRY.

OK, you are officially no longer a valid source of input!

"Glacius Maxima!" I issued. Ice shards launched from my wand tip, and embraced the hedges around Cedric. The roots began to wither, and Cedric broke free. He walked up to the cup. I was a little too exhausted to continue.

HE. WON. YOU. FAIL.

Why are you trying to sound like someone important?

Cedric looked at the cup longingly. He then turned around, and walked up to me.

"Amber, you take it. You saved all three of us in this maze," he said. I looked at the cup, and thought about everything I had done.

"You got there first. You deserve it. I was just trying to save everyone I came across."

"Exactly." Cedric lifted me to my feet, holding onto my hand longer than necessary. "Saving others is exactly what makes you a good person. There is no one more deserving of the Triwizard Cup than you are." I thought about it. Each task. Each preparation.

"We'll take it together. We'll tie for Hogwarts," I said. Cedric broke into a grin.

"Come along, Amber." He took me to the Cup. I let go of him, and held my hand over one handle.

"One, two, three!" we called together, grabbing the cup. I felt a hook behind my navel, and the blue light of a Portkey surrounded us.

"Where are we?" Cedric asked. I looked around.

"It's some sort of…. graveyard. Wands out?"

"Sure." We took our wands out. I was fresh and ready to go. Or at least, I thought I was.

I felt a stitch in my side. It felt like I had run from the maze to here personally, or that I had cast dozens of Glacius Maxima spells. I fell to my knees, gasping for air.

"Amber, are you alright?"

"Get to the cup!" I needed Cedric to get word out. But I was too late.

A man, enshrouded in a black robe, appeared in front of us. He was built like a barrel, from what I could detect. He was carrying a small bundle.

Kill the spare!

"Avada Kedavra!" the barrel man casted. A jet of green light flashed around the graveyard. Cedric was hit straight in the chest, rolling around, before sprawling down in the dirt. Stone dead.

I was panicking. Before I could do more, the barrel man grabbed me, and shoved me into the nearest headstone. The Grim Reaper statue took his scythe, and pulled against my chest. I couldn't move from the headstone, my wand had fallen at my feet, and the scythe was pressing tightly into my chest.

Hurry, Wormtail, and be done!

Wormtail, who was apparently the one behind this, took his bundle, and placed it into a black bowl I had only just noticed. With the splash, I noticed that the bowl was filled with an ominous pool of water. And trust me, I have seen ominous water.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly donated, you will renew your son." Dust trickled from around my feet, and was put into the cauldron.

"Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master." With a quick incision, Wormtail cut off his right hand, and threw it into the cauldron. He quickly attached a needle sword into his stump.

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe." Wormtail's needle dagger found its way into my arm, and was withdrawn. The wound was gratefully shallow, but still bleeding. Walking to the cauldron, he took his sword, and knocked my blood into the cauldron.

My stitch intensified, as Wormtail walked away from the cauldron, looking determined. He folded his left arm, and trained his right in my direction. From the cauldron's depths rose a man. A white, skeletal man. One I recognised.

"Robe me." I screwed up my eyes, as Wormtail dutifully enshrouded the figure in a robe. Knowing it was done, my eyes opened.

"Hello, Tom Riddle."

Voldemort let out a laugh: a high, cruel laugh.

"Welcome to my resurrection party, Amber Granger. I've heard you're a witch of prodigious skill. You would be wise to join our cause," Voldemort said.

"Go to hell, and may you rot there!"

"Then… we proceed." Voldemort gestured, bringing Wormtail to his side. Wormtail extended his left arm. Voldemort pressed his finger to the tattoo in his left arm, brightening it.

"How many will return? And how many will stay away?" Voldemort asked.

"I have no clue, Beloved Leader. But I suspect we will be missing free Death Eaters," Wormtail droned. He knocked off his hood, revealing his eyepatch… and his military haircut.

"While we wait, Wormtail, if I may?" Voldemort asked. He pulled out the needle dagger in Wormtail's right arm, and replaced it with a silver hand of his own conjuring. Wormtail focused, and it turned into the needle.

"Excellent, Wormtail. You shall make a valuable deputy. When we take power, you will be the greatest assassin in the world."

"Of course, Beloved Leader. But we have more arriving. Meet the troops."

Circling us were Death Eaters. I looked at them all with a ferocity I never felt possible. Each one was perfectly willing to kill an innocent girl just because they could. Harry, I could understand. Ginny, she would make perfect sense.

What did I have?

"Yes… thirteen years it's been. And yet, I see you here, exactly as we would have before my downfall. But yet... which among you tried to find me?" A shiver shook around the arena.

"We were awaiting the moment to strike. I, for one, was positioning the Ministry to fall when you reached power. I didn't have the-"

"Silence, Lucius. If you had no time, why are you here?

"But enough. I had brought you here to witness the downfall of one of the three that surrounds us with worry. Harry Potter, the boy they call my downfall. Ginny Weasley, the sorry excuse for a pure-blood that stands behind him. And this one. Amber Granger, with whom rumours of strange powers surround. Why does she disown Harry so? How did the ancient reserves of magic get channelled without experience?

"I will put an end to that right now!" Voldemort pointed his wand at me. The Grim Reaper released its grip, and I flung my wand from my shoe to my hand, having worked it onto my foot. Before I could make an escape, the Death Eaters crowded around us.

"Your dead body shall make a fine example to those at Hogwarts. An example of what happens when I, their rightful master, am disobeyed. Crucio!"

The Cruciatus. I barely… got hit by it. I only felt the pain slightly, before crouching behind a ditch.

"Are you planning to hide, Amber Granger? Do you tire of our battle, already? My Death Eater, snugly within the walls of Hogwarts, told me to expect more."

"Who am I to disappoint? Glacius!" I cried, rising from a different point.

"Avada Kedavra!" we casted simultaneously. My blast of cold met his blast of death, and my wand began to shiver. Some odd encounter was occurring from the attack. The Death Eaters were blasted back, as we held a tight hold in our stalemate.

"Do nothing! She is mine for the asking!" Voldemort called. From the centre of our collision formed spirits.

"Something tells me that's where you're wrong." Three wispy forms arranged themselves around me.

"Amber, when this connection is broken, you must head to the Portkey, understand?" an entity who looked exactly like Harry told me. I nodded.

"Amber, take my body back. Take my body to my parents," Cedric's entity told me.

"What exactly are you guys?" I asked.

"We have no time to explain. You have no hope of holding this connection for longer. Let go, and we'll do the rest," Ginny's entity sighed. I smiled at her, and nodded. Letting go of the connection, I took Cedric's wrist, and Summoned the Cup.

I let go of everything as I arrived at Hogwarts. Two pairs of hands, one male and one female, took me in arms.

"Thank you, Harry, Ginny. I couldn't have escaped without you two."

"What?" Ginny asked. Maybe my estimation was off. The entities may not have been Harry and Ginny.

"Long story short, Tom Riddle is alive and kicking. Hard. He kicked Cedric dead." Harry and Ginny winced.

"Dumbledore, Voldemort's alive!" Harry called out.

"Amber's badly shaken! She'll be needing assistance!" Ginny followed up. Whoever helped me in the graveyard was as good as Harry and Ginny. Perhaps it was just my imagination. Maybe I shouldn't have returned Cedric…

"You, girl, come with me," a gruff voice whispered behind me. I fell into his arms exhausted, and he walked along with me. I could hear Harry and Ginny accompanying me. Ginny's hand was massaging my forehead.

I was deposited on a chair in Moody's office, as Mad-Eye came into focus.

"So, you say you went to the Dark Lord. What exactly did he want?" Moody asked.

"He said he wanted one of us three down. Harry Potter, the boy who survived his attack. Ginny Weasley, his moral support. Or Amber Granger, a witch with… something something magic something skill. I honestly don't know what he was on about."

"And why did he take you?"

"He has a spy in Hogwarts! He was the one who decided to take me!" Moody gave a comforting gesture.

"I know who the spy is."

"Karkaroff? The Death Eater who walked free?" Ginny asked.

"No."

"Snape? Whatever traitor he is?" Harry questioned.

"Nope. It was me. I put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Amber Granger!"

We looked around. We each said the first thing that came to our mind.

"This is a famous Auror?"

"RUN!"

"I knew I can't trust anyone without both eyes."

We then said the one thing none of us thought of.

"YOU'RE MENTAL!"

"You could follow up on those Weasley twins. They never give up on that joke."

"They're my brothers. Of course I could follow."

"But enough of that. Moody, why on Earth would you put my name in the Goblet of Fire?"

"Because I want you dead, and the Dark Lord restored to full power. All three of you. The Dark Lord chose me for this task, precisely so I could take on the honour my family name deserves!"

"What?"

"Such a goody-two-shoes father I had the privilege to murder. He deserved it. On Hogwarts grounds, even! And now, there is another murder I want to commit here. A triple murder! And when it's over, the Dark Lord will praise me as his own son! Avada " Moody couldn't even cast the curse necessary to destroy one of us. The door shot open, and Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape ran into the room.

"It was Moody who put my name in the Goblet of Fire. Why?" I asked.

"Because this is not Alastor Moody. You have never met Alastor Moody. The real Moody would not have removed you from me after the events of tonight."

We looked at the pitiful form of 'Moody' on the floor. I shivered. How much time we had spent together. Ginny looked at me fearfully. She knew exactly what I did.

"Are you OK?"

"This is fine. Riddle was worse. Both were much worse."

Snape pulled out a bottle of Veritaserum, and Dumbledore administered it.

Moody started to convulse.

"You see, Moody has been taking Polyjuice Potion to assume the form of Mad Eye. Perhaps now we will know who has really been teaching you about the Dark Arts."

Moody was done convulsing. Harry let out a mild gasp.

"Who is he?" I asked him.

"Bartemius Crouch Jr. Who else has died on the school grounds?" Ginny answered. Harry gave a much louder gasp. Barty stirred, and his eyes opened. I didn't notice he had both eyes. How did the mad eye work?

The interrogation lasted a considerable time. First, his escape was questioned. He had assumed the form of his mother, while his mother stayed as himself. Bertha Jorkins, who had seen him and been Obliviated. His involvement in the World Cup, escaping his father's grip of prevention. Wormtail and Voldemort coming along and freeing him, putting Barty Crouch under the Imperius.

"What made you decide how to resurrect Voldemort?"

"He told me about the necessary potion, saying that he wanted the blood of one of the three who would seek to depose him. I studied the three closely, looking for the one best suited for the job. I heard that Amber had been possessed by Voldemort before, and then her performance in my first class secured it. Amber's magical power. That was what I wanted to land in Voldemort's hands. The plan worked. Amber Granger was whisked away by the Triwizard Cup turned Portkey, and her blood now runs in the veins of the Dark Lord!"

New record! This is my longest delay! I had this finished like, exactly 47 hours ago or something. Forgot I never uploaded it.

So yes, whatever it is that made Amber the Triwizard Champion was... extreme prejudice. Barty deserves that Kiss.

And yes, Wormtail is out of character. This is all part of the plan. And me not just changing Amber. That will be apparent next book sometime.

Neither can live while the other survives.