I ran through the hallways of Hogwarts, empty due to everyone being at the Quidditch field waiting for the winners to get the Triwizard Cup and come out champions. All the while, I ran things through my head from the vision I'd seen.

Cedric Diggory is dead… at least I didn't see that happen… but it's so terrible, he was in his last year here, he had his whole life ahead of him…. if Severus is not careful, dad may kill him too…. The words "One, who I believe has left me forever… he will be killed, of course" hit me hard, especially during which he'd thought to himself, "Severus." I had to find some way to save him from that fate… Karkaroff had to pay for his cowardice, which was obviously going to be death as well. He could probably keep himself safe, he was so cowardly that it would come as a strength in hiding from Lord Voldemort's cronies.

I turned the corner onto the marble staircase and nearly ran smack into 'Professor Moody' while he half carried Harry. When we halted in our steps, we glared at each other. I stuck my tongue out at him with a victorious smirk.

He quickly walked around me, his peg leg clunking against the floor as he asked Harry, "And then?"

Harry replied, limping along, "Made a potion… got his body back…."

I quickly began to run down the stairs. Have to tell someone! Crouch will probably kill Harry! Have to -

A hand had slapped over my mouth before I could run, and was promptly taken away once it was clear I wasn't about to scream. It was Severus. Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore were with him as well.

"How did Moody act just now?" they all asked urgently. I guess Crouch did something to implicate that he wasn't who they thought he was. Dumbledore… the look he had on his face was terrifying, the fury in his eyes was unbelievable! No wonder dad feared him so.

"Very strange…" I said softly. "Harry looked to be in pretty bad shape, but he was pulling him through the hallways pretty brutally."

Severus grabbed my arm and dragged me with them to the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office. Wow, I didn't think I'd be let in on the fun! However, as we hurried, Severus asked me in a harsh whisper, "Why aren't you in the hospital wing?"

"Why was I in the hospital wing?" I snapped back.

"You collapsed," he said.

"And collapsing is dangerous now, is it?"

"There was no knowing why you collapsed. I brought you to Madam Pomfrey so she could find out."

I snorted.

We reached the door and waited just outside, realizing the door would probably be padlocked, but were able to hear everything going on inside.

"There's a Death Eater at Hogwarts!" we heard Harry shout out. "There's a Death Eater here - they put my name in the Goblet of Fire, they made sure I got through to the end -"

There was a sound like someone was pushed roughly back into their seat.

'Moody' spoke in a quiet tone. "I know who the Death Eater is."

"Karkaroff? Where is he? Have you got him? Is he locked up?"

"Karkaroff?" 'Moody' laughed. "Karkaroff fled tonight, when he felt the Dark Mark burn upon his arm. He betrayed too many faithful supporters of the Dark Lord to wish to meet them… but I doubt he will get far. The Dark Lord has ways of tracking his enemies."

"Karkaroff's gone? He ran away? But then - he didn't put my name in the goblet?"

"No. No, he didn't. It was I who did that."

"No, you didn't," Harry didn't believe him. Well, why wouldn't he? He thought he was close to him! I glanced at Severus whose mouth tightened to a thin line… Dumbledore had to hold McGonagall back, wanting to hear more. "You didn't do that… you can't have done…"

"I assure you I did."

Professor Dumbledore quickly linked hands with Professor McGonagall, she and Severus linked hands with me. I felt a cool trickle down my back, and then we were invisible - like, really invisible. Professor Dumbledore was producing a very powerful Disillusionment Charm… ah, in case 'Moody' looks through the walls to be sure no one is listening in.

The pause was deafening, and then 'Moody' spoke again. "He forgave them then? The Death Eaters who went free? The ones who escaped Azkaban?"

"What?"

"I asked you whether he forgave the scum who never even went to look for him. Those treacherous cowards who wouldn't even brave Azkaban for him. The faithless, worthless bits of filth who were brave enough to cavort in mask at the Quidditch World Cup, but fled at the sight of the Dark Mark when I fired it into the sky."

"You fired… What are you talking about…?"

"I told you, Harry… I told you. If there's one thing I hate more than any other, it's a Death Eater who walked free. They turned their backs on my master when he needed them most. I expected him to punish them. I expected him to torture them. Tell me he hurt them, Harry…. Tell me he told them that I, I alone remained faithful… prepared to risk everything to deliver to him the one thing he wanted above all… you."

"You didn't… it - it can't be you…."

"Who put your name in the Goblet of Fire, under the name of a different school? I did. Who frightened off every person I thought might try to hurt you or prevent you from winning the tournament? I did. Who nudged Hagrid into showing you the dragons? I did. Who helped you see the only way you could beat the dragon? I did.

"It hasn't been easy, Harry, guiding you through these tasks without arousing suspicion. I have had to use every ounce of cunning I possess, so that my hand would not be detectable in your success. Dumbledore would have been very suspicious if you had managed everything too easily. As long as you got into that maze, preferably with a decent head start - then, I knew, I would have a chance of getting rid of the other champions and leaving your way clear. But I also had to contend with your stupidity. The second task… that was when I was most afraid we would fail. I was keeping watch on you, Potter. I knew you hadn't worked out the egg's clue, so I had to give you another hint -"

"You didn't. Cedric gave me the clue -"

"Who told Cedric to open it underwater? I did. I trusted that he would pass the information on to you. Decent people are so easy to manipulate, Potter. I was sure Cedric would want to repay you for telling him about the dragons, and so he did. But even then, Potter, even then you seemed likely to fail. I was watching all the time… all those hours in the library. Didn't you realize that the book you needed was in your dormitory all along? I planted it there early on, I gave it to the Longbottom boy, don't you remember? Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean. It would have told you all you needed to know about gillyweed. I expected you to ask everyone and anyone you could for help. Longbottom would have told you in an instant. But you did not… you did not…. You have a streak of pride and independence that might have ruined all.

"So what could I do? Feed you information from another innocent source. You told me at the Yule Ball a house-elf called Dobby had given you a Christmas present. I called the elf to the staffroom to collect some robes for cleaning. I staged a loud conversation with Professor McGonagall about the hostages who had been taken, and whether Potter would think to use gillyweed. And your little elf friend ran straight to Snape's office and then hurried to find you…."

The Disillusionment Charm was taken off and the three teachers faced the door, ready to take action with Professor Dumbledore in front. Severus held me back with his arm. Of course, of course, the girl who collapsed earlier is completely incapable of helping! Keep her off to the side! I thought sarcastically.

"You were so long in that lake, Potter, I thought you had drowned. But luckily, Dumbledore took your idiocy for nobility, and marked you high for it. I breathed again.

"You had an easier time of it than you should have in that maze tonight, of course. I was patrolling around it, able to see through the outer hedges, able to curse many obstacles out of your way. I Stunned Fleur Delacour as she passed. I put the Imperius Curse on Krum, so that he would finish Diggory and leave your path to the cup clear."

There was a pause, so silent that it was deafening. It interested me to know how he made the maze work out for Harry.

'Professor Moody' finally continued telling Harry everything about what he did. "The Dark Lord didn't manage to kill you, Potter, and he so wanted to. Imagine how he will reward me when he finds I have done it for him. I gave you to him - the thing he needed above all to regenerate - and then I killed you for him. I will be honored beyond all other Death Eaters. I will be his dearest, his closest supporter… closer than a son…."

I made a face. Wow, Barty… wow….

"The Dark Lord and I have much in common. Both of us, for instance, had very disappointing fathers… very disappointing indeed. Both of us suffered the indignity, Harry, of being named after those fathers. And both of us had the pleasure… the very great pleasure… of killing our fathers to ensure the continued rise of the Dark Order!"

"You're mad, you're mad!" Harry said. He'd been so quiet, I almost forgot he was there.

"Mad, am I? We'll see! We'll see who's mad, now that the Dark Lord has returned, with me at his side! He is back, Harry Potter, you did not conquer him - and now - I conquer you!"

"Stupefy!" the three wizards beside me shouted, the spells crashing through the door. Something heavy hit the floor on the other side.

The three of them stepped in. I went over to lean against the doorway as Professor Dumbledore kicked 'Professor Moody' over on his back. Severus walked past him and glared into a Foe-Glass. Professor McGonagall went right over to Harry, who sat in a chair looking quite traumatized. What a night for him…

"Come along, Potter," Professor McGonagall whispered to him. "Come along… hospital wing…"

"No," Professor Dumbledore said sharply.

"Dumbledore, he ought to - look at him - he's been through enough tonight -"

"He will stay, Minerva, because he needs to understand. 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 has suffered tonight, and why."

"Moody," Harry said in disbelief. "How can it have been Moody?"

"This is not Alastor Moody," Professor Dumbledore answered quietly. "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."

He bent down and placed a hand inside Moody's robes, pulling out the hip flask and a set of keys on a ring. The keys to the trunk that held the true Alastor Moody.

"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. Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrid's house, where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch." Sirius! I thought with wonder. "Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here. Melody, return to the hospital wing and allow Madam Pomfrey to attend to you."

"What? But -"

He gave me such a look that I instantly walked out. Severus came up next to me.

"I trust I don't have to escort you to the hospital wing," he said smoothly.

"I'll just go back to my common room, it's -"

"No, you will not. You are going straight to the hospital wing!"

"I only collapsed! I didn't get a concussion like last year, I mean, gosh, imagine being in the hospital because I probably didn't drink enough water!"

"It had to be something more than just dehydration," Severus said, taking hold of my wrist and stopping me from continuing. "Your friends poured water on you and you wouldn't wake up. If it had been -"

My eyes widened in confusion. "Wait… I wouldn't wake up at all? How much water did they pour on me?"

"They only needed a little bit of cold water to wake you. Even then…"

But it was only a vision… a - well… I was seeing things from dad's point of view, which isn't what normally happens…. Usually, I'm a bystander, a camera of sorts…. But then, there was nothing about Lissy collapsing, so is it something only happens to me?

His worry left me with no other choice. "Fine… I'll go to the hospital wing…."

"I'll be there later, quite possibly with your mother if -"

"Oh, no, no, don't bother her for any reason… I'm sure I'll be fine…."

Severus released his grip on my wrist and we parted ways.