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Chapter 36

Harry gasped as he hit the ground, hard. He let out a groan as the Triwizard Cup flew from his and Gohan's hands and bounced on the ground, rolling to an eventual stop. It was no longer glowing blue. Now, it had turned grey. He winched as he lay on the ground, next to the badly wounded Gohan and Cedric's dead body. For a minute, there was nothing. Then, the air was filled with cheers and music. Harry groaned as he sat up to find himself back in the Quidditch Pitch, in front of the maze. People were rushing the field, celebrating their new champions.

"Harry!" Dumbledore's face appeared in front of his. The screams quickly faded as people crowded around. Shocked cries rang out, turning into terrified screams.

"Diggory, he's dead!

"Cedric Diggory's dead!"

"He's not moving at all!"

"I think Son's dead too!"

"What the bloody hell is he wearing?"

"Professor Dumbledore… it was Morbius… and Voldemort…" Harry groaned softly.

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore frowned.

"What's happened?" Fudge yelled as he sprinted over, his face full of confusion. Gohan groaned as he moved, getting cries of relief.

"Wait, he's alive!"

"Thank god!"

Gohan moaned as he staggered to his feet, ignoring the blood dripping down his black armor. He frowned as he turned, looking into the shocked faces of his classmates.

"Hey! I… really don't feel so hot!" Gohan frowned as he lowered his hand to his slash, and lifted it to see his hand stained with blood, getting gasps. Several of his friends shoved to the front.

"You're hurt!" Hermione gasped. Gohan smiled a bit. Now, his vision was starting to get woozy. Whatever this spell was, it was keeping the blood from clotting. Then, he chuckled slowly as he fell back, onto his rear end, winching in pain as terrified screams rang out.

"Get Mr. Son to the hospital wing immediately!" Dumbledore roared as he and the other professors rushed over to where Gohan was lying. Girls were crying hysterically in fear and shock. Harry yelped as he was shoved aside. He turned to see Amos Diggory crouch over his son's limp body, tears streaming out of his eyes.

"My boy! It's my beautiful boy! He's dead! Murdered!" Amos howled with rage, the students silent around him. Then, he turned towards Gohan, fire in his eyes.

"YOU!" he screamed with rage, causing Gohan to gulp weakly.

"I didn't kill him!" Gohan gulped nervously.

"You did it, didn't you? You were jealous of him! He was a much better man that you will ever be!" Amos screamed with rage as he pulled out his wand with a mad look on his face. Gohan gulped as blood dribbled out of his mouth. He started walking towards Gohan with a mad look on his face.

"Amos, stop!" His wife cried out desperately as she grabbed his arm. He whirled as he swung out his arm, striking her across the face. She let out a short cry as she fell.

"My only child… gone! Stolen, from me! Murderer! You killed my son!" Amos roared.

"Amos! Stop this! You're mad!" Mr. Weasley roared as he ran onto the field. He shoved Arthur aside.

"You killed my son!" he screamed as he raised his wand, getting screams. Then, a red spell smashed into his chest, causing the man to slump to the ground unconscious. Gohan turned in pure disbelief to see Snape lower his wand.

"I don't believe it. Saved by Snape." Gohan laughed, before slumping to the ground, unconscious.

"Arrest that man!" Fudge roared as he pointed at Amos Diggory. McGonagall and Snape pointed their wands at him, ignoring yells of protest from the Hufflepuff students. Harry gasped softly as he tried to regain his breath.

"Get Mr. Son to the hospital wing immediately, Professor McGonagall!" Dumbledore ordered. McGonagall nodded. Then, Harry gasped as someone grabbed him. He whirled to see Moody.

"We best be moving, Harry." Moody said softly as he led Harry towards the exit. Then, a boom of thunder made them all pause. They looked up to see red lightning flash across the sky.

"Not a good sign…" Moody muttered softly as he led Harry from the arena, where the sounds of screaming and crying could still be heard. Lightning continued to flash across the sky. The very air itself seemed dangerous. Harry gasped as Moody led him into the castle. He led through the corridors and through the DADA classroom, and into the office. Moody slammed the door behind him and locked it. He shoved Harry into a chair.

"You okay, Potter?" Moody asked as Harry winched.

"Professor, it was Voldemort. He had a huge laboratory and was making an army of clones. Gero was there, and so were the V Fighters. Voldemort's back. There was a clone of Gohan, called himself Morbius. He killed Cedric, tried to kill us." Harry said, causing Moody to look at him.

"I see… what happened?" he asked. Harry smirked.

"We blew the whole place up. We barely got out of there before it blew. Morbius is dead, we threw him into a chasm while he was getting burned by acid we dumped on him. Malfoy and a lot of other Death Eaters died too. I don't know if Voldemort survived." Moody hissed as he ruffled through bottles.

"There's still a Death Eater here at Hogwarts! Voldemort said so! It must be Kakaroff!" Moody snorted with laughter.

"Kakaroff fled the minute he felt his mark burn." Harry blinked in confusion.

"Gohan got really messed up at the end. I hope he'll be alright." Harry said. Moody snorted.

"Of course he will. He's a saiyan. Impossible to kill, like his father." Moody snorted. Harry frowned.

"There's still something I don't understand." Harry frowned. Moody looked up from a drawer.

"What?" he asked.

"Morbius rigged the tournament. He took out Fleur and Krum so that I could reach the cup. And, he was probably the one who told Cedric to open the golden egg. But, there's still a few things I don't get. I mean, he was as skilled as Gohan is, but he couldn't turn the Cup into a Portkey. And, he's not skilled enough to have put our names into the Goblet of Fire. Someone else had to have done that. Someone older, more experienced." Harry frowned. Moody hissed as he hurled a bottle, winching as it smashed on the wall.

"So, the laboratory! Did the explosion destroy the graveyard too? Are they all dead?" Moody asked.

"I…" Harry blinked as he felt a cold realization go through him. For a minute, there was nothing but the soft sound of the machines spinning. The Foe Glass seemed to have shady outlines in it.

"I… I don't I said anything about a graveyard, Professor." Harry said softly. Moody stepped out with a smile on his face.

"My, my, Harry, amazing creatures, those saiyans are, aren't they? They look like us, but they're so different from us." Moody asked with a smile. Harry stared at him in disbelief.

"Morbius may have told Diggory to put the egg underwater, but who do you think told him? Who put you and Son's names in the Goblet of Fire, under the names of different schools? I did. Who frightened off every person I thought might try to hurt you to 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. I even tried to give you a freebie with Longbottom and that herbolology book! But, you're like those damn saiyans, too much pride! I had to set up the elf to get you the gillyweed." Harry squeaked in pure disbelief as Moody strode past him.

"Taking Son out of the third task and replacing him with Morbius was a tad bit tricky. Had to sneak a drugged firewhiskey into the Common Room. Saying it was from Griffin worked perfectly. When it comes to women, Son's more blind than a bat." Moody muttered.

"But…" Harry stammered. This didn't make any sense. Moody hated Death Eaters! Now, outlines were appearing in the foe glass.

""If there's something 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, before the end. 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. Before you… and that wretched monkey… killed them all!" Moody snarled as he whirled towards Harry. Figures were appearing in the glass.

"He and his followers may be dead, but I will still serve him one final service. I will destroy the great… Harry… Potter!" Moody roared as he raised his wand. Then, the door exploded, sending Moody flying. Harry winched as he covered his face to avoid the flying wood. He lowered it to see Vegeta standing in the doorway. Vegeta lowered his fist with a smirk on his face. Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape stepped in behind him.

"How… dare you!" Moody hissed as he staggered to his feet. Then, a red spell smashed him in the chest, sending him flying into the wall. Dumbledore snarled as he lowered his wand. Now Harry knew why Voldemort feared him. In that moment, Dumbledore didn't look like a kind old teacher. He had a look of fury on his face unlike anything Harry had ever seen before.

"Harry!" Dumbledore quickly shoved Harry behind him.

"Professor, Moody, he…" Dumbledore interrupted.

"This is not Alastor Moody. The real Alastor Moody would never have removed you from my sight after the events that had transpired. Severus!" Snape nodded as he strode forward and held a vial over Moody's mouth. He dropped three drops into his mouth, causing Moody to gurgle.

"What about Gohan?" Harry asked. Dumbledore smiled.

"Mr. Son is fine. He's resting in the hospital wing, with Madame Pompry and her assistant, Ms. Jackson taking care of his wounds. He'll be fine." Dumbledore answered. Then, they looked up to see Moody… start to change. His hands bubbled, his hair turned into a dirty matted blonde, and his legs started to change. He screamed as the metal leg popped out, and a new one grew in his place. He screamed as he trashed, pulling the eye out, which thrashed on the floor. His face slowly changed, getting rid of all the scars. Then, he sat forward and gasped. Harry frowned. He recognized him.

"Barty Crouch Junior." Dumbledore frowned as Crouch stared at him and hissed.

"Wait, so where's the old guy?" Vegeta snorted. Harry frowned as he looked toward the trunk.

"Severus!" Dumbledore ordered. Snape nodded as he turned toward the trunk. He flicked his wand, causing a rung of keys to fly from Crouch's belt to his hand. Snape frowned as he inserted the first key and turned it, causing the top to open to reveal books and paper. The second lock revealed potion glasses. This continued several more times, each section of the trunk revealing more interesting items. Finally, on the 7th key, the truck's lid opened, and everyone stared at the sight. The trunk had turned into a deep pit, at least 10 ft. At the bottom… was Moody! He laid in the corner, softly trembling.

"He's malnourished, weak, under the Impirius Curse." Dumbledore frowned as he looked up.

"Professor McGonagall, go out to Hagrid's garden. You'll find a large dog sitting there. Please take it to my office." McGonagall frowned in confusion, but nodded as she left.

"Professor Vegeta, go fetch the elf Winky from the kitchens and bring her here." Vegeta snorted.

"Disgusting little things…" Vegeta muttered as he left.

"Now, explain yourself!" Dumbledore demanded as he pressed his wand to Crouch's throat. Crouch chuckled.

"It's too late, old man. He's back." Crouch chuckled.

"Not anymore." Harry frowned. Crouch giggled as his tongue licked at his lips. The door creaked as McGonagall walked back in. A minute later, Vegeta walked in holding Winky by her shirt, above the ground like a rag doll. Vegeta snorted as he dropped the sobbing elf and kicked her, causing her to roll to Dumbledore's feet. She sat up and stared at Barty.

"Master!" she squeaked.

"How did you escape Azkaban?" Dumbledore ordered. Crouch laughed.

"My father. He may not have loved me, but he loved my mother. A year after I was imprisoned, she was sick and dying. She convinced my father to take her to Azkaban, and switch places with me using Polyjuice potion. The Dementors couldn't tell. All they could sense was one healthy person, and one dying one enter, and one healthy and one dying person leave. She died several days later and was buried, still disguised as me." Dumbledore frowned.

"Nooo… you don't know what you saying!" Winky wailed.

"What happened after that?" Dumbledore asked.

"My father kept me hidden, under an invisibility cloak and under the Impirius Curse at all times. He made Winky my guardian. Ordered to keep me hidden at all times." Dumbledore frowned as Crouch continued.

"One day, Bertha Jorkins came by with papers for my father, but he wasn't home. Winky had her wait in the living room, but she overheard Winky talking to me. She discovered me, and confronted my father when he returned home. He preformed a powerful memory charm on her, that damaged her mind permanently. He sent her away with no memory of those events. I still waited for the day that my master would return." Crouch continued with a smile on his face. Winky wailed.

"Tell me about the World Cup." Dumbledore ordered.

"Winky knew I loved Quidditch. She pleaded with my father for months to let me go. She swore that I'd stay under the Cloak at all times. Finally, my father gave in and allowed me to come. I was at the top of the stadium with her, when I… snapped out of it, temporarily. I found myself sitting around crowds of people. I saw a wand sitting in a pocket in front of me. I stole it." Harry blinked. That had been his wand Crouch had stolen.

"You cast the Dark Mark?" Dumbledore asked. Crouch nodded.

"Yes. During all the confusion caused by Cell and his Death Eaters, I stunned Winky and cast the Mark into the sky. I was stunned when the aurors fired into the bushes. My father, suspecting me, came into the forest and found me. He hid me, pinning the blame onto the elf." Winky wailed in agony.

"Please, Mr Crouch, you must not talk!" Winky wailed.

"Shut it or I break your skull!" Vegeta ordered.

"You will do no such thing!" McGonagall ordered. Crouch continued his tale.

"My master learned from Bertha Jorkins about me. He sent Morbius to fetch me. My father didn't suspect a thing. He thought that he was Son, let him walk right in. He nailed him while his back was turned. Finally, I was free, while my own father was the prisoner. Next, we went to Moody's home. Cell himself faceed him in battle. It was… the most magnificent thing I ever saw. Moody didn't stand a chance. Cell blew him away with one hand. We stuffed him in the trunk, and made up a story when the Ministry came to investigate the noise." Crouch continued. This time, Harry was the one to speak.

"What about Morbius? How'd you get him into the castle?" Harry asked. Crouch smiled.

"Simple. He just stepped onto the Hogwarts Express like you lot, and stayed out of your sight. He snuck around the rest of the year, hiding in the Chamber of Secrets, the Forest, and the Shrieking Shack. We were following Cell's orders, working as a pair. He bribed Bagman to rig the results so that he could enter the Maze first. He took out Delacour and Krum to give you a straight shot at the cup." Harry blinked in disbelief. Bagman was in on it?

"What was Bagman's involvement?" Dumbledore asked. Crouch snickered.

"He was deep in debt to a bunch of goblins as well as a a bunch of people, bet the goblins that Gohan Son would win the tournament as a last resort. Obviously, Bagman would loose the bet, and the goblins would kill him. So, Morbius led him to Cell, who made him a deal. If Bagman set the score to Son and Potter's favor, Cell would clear his debts. Ambushed the goblins who Bagman owed and killed them all as they left Hogsmeade. Transfigured their bodies into rocks and hurled them into the Black Lake. Bagman's long gone. Fled with the money Cell paid him after you lot showed up." Crouch chuckled. Harry felt furious. Bagman seemed so nice. Yet, he had sold them out over money. And then, he had fled like a coward.

"What happened to your father?" Dumbledore asked. Crouch laughed.

"Like I did, my father slowly regained himself. One night, he broke out. No one could find him, but we knew he'd come here. Morbius stole Potter's map, and watched it." Harry felt a jolt.

"What map?" Dumbledore asked.

"Potter's map of Hogwarts. One night, he let me know that my father had appeared on the map. We went out together. He knocked out Potter and Krum while I killed my father." Winky wailed in agony.

"Noo, what you saying?" she cried.

"I transfigured his body into a stick, and buried it in Hagrid's garden. After all that… my lord, destroyed, murdered by them! All our hard work… gone!" Crouch sobbed. He snarled.

"Where did Gero get the samples for those clones?" Harry asked, ignoring the stares.

"We did. We spent countless hours, collecting hair, sweat, clothing from around the laundry, Great Hall, to give to Gero. We had cells from everyone in the Castle, and the visitors. We had an army… all gone…" Crouch snarled. Dumbledore pointed his wand out at Crouch, shooting ropes out of it that bound Crouch to the chair, restricting his movement.

"At least it's finally over." Harry sighed softly. Then, as Dumbledore turned towards McGonagall, a soft chuckling made them look at Crouch.

"What's so funny?" Snape asked.

"Oh, it's not over. It's just beginning." Crouch smiled.

"What are you talking about?" McGonagall demanded. Crouch smiled as he looked at Harry.

"He wasn't there, at the graveyard, was he?" Crouch smiled. Harry frowned.

"Who are you…" Then, Harry blinked.

"Cell." He snarled. Crouch smiled.

"That's right." Crouch chuckled.

"What do you know? Where is he?" Vegeta demanded. Crouch laughed.

"He's been here, all along. Since the year started. Hidden in plain sight, really. Even slid Skeeter a few tips to get those news stories juicy." Dumbledore pressed his wand to Crouch's throat.

"Who is he?" Dumbledore asked. Crouch laughed.

"He can take any form he wants. Think, Potter. Did anyone seem… odd this year? Strange, always around?" Crouch asked with a smile.

"I don't…" Harry frowned in confusion.

"So, the android is till here in the castle now?" Snape asked.

"Of course. He still has one thing left to do. And, I'd imagine he's a tad bit angry about his lab's destruction." Harry felt realization hit him like a rock,

"Gohan!" Harry yelled. Crouch smiled.

"Yes… he'll kill him. And anyone foolish enough to get in the way. And Son doesn't have the strength to lift a finer! I wonder how many more of your students are going to die tonight!" Crouch roared with laughter, ignoring the horrified looks from McGonagall, Snape, and Harry. Snape snarled as he flicked his wand, causing Crouch's laughing to be cut off by croaking.

"We must get to the Hospital Wing as fast as possible. Mr. Son, Madame Pompry, and anyone else inside is in very serious danger." Dumbledore said.

"But what about him?" Harry asked as he pointed at Crouch. Dumbledore frowned.

"The Head Boy and Girl can watch him." Dumbledore raised his wand to his throat.

"Miss Richards and Mr. Johnson, please meet me in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, immediately." Dumbledore's voice echoed.

"Professor, they are!" McGonagall began to say.

"More than capable of guarding a powerless wizard." Dumbledore frowned, ignoring Winky's sobs. They stepped out of the office and down just in time to see the two mentioned students step into the classroom. Harry recognized them. Emily Richards was in Ravenclaw, while Rick Johnson was in Gryffindor. Emily had long black hair and fair skin, while Rick worked out, who was quite muscular and had curly brown hair. They both looked fine, despite the events that had transpired.

"You called us, Professor?" Emily asked curiously.

"Yes. You two are guarding a prisoner until the Minister arrives." Dumbledore led them into the office, where Crouch was bound.

"Who's this?" Emily asked.

"A very dangerous man, Miss Richards, responsible for the events that transpired tonight." They looked at him in disbelief.

"This guy killed Diggory?" Rick asked. Dumbledore shook his head.

"No, but do not lower your guard for a minute. Ignore whatever he tells you, and if he moves, stun him." They nodded.

"Now, we must move!" Harry nodded as he raced out of the room with Dumbledore, McGonagall, Vegeta, and Snape.

Meanwhile…

"Ouch." Gohan winched as he looked at the bandaged scross his chest.

"Count yourself lucky, Mr. Son. Any deeper, and you would have lost your heart." Madame Pompry frowned as her assistant stood at her side. Bardock snorted from the opposite bed that he was leaning on.

"I liked watching that Diggory guy get his ass kicked." Bardock chuckled.

"Miss. Jackson, watch Mr. Son while I find the headmaster and inform him on Mr. Son's condition." Madame Pompy said. Ms. Jackson nodded as she walked out the door. She turned and headed for the office.

"Call if you need anything." She said before walking in.

"I gotta go find your brother before he starts freaking everyone out." Bardock muttered as he followed her out. Then, he frowned as he looked down to stare at the little Ravenclaw walking past him.

"Ummmm… who are you?" he asked. Gohan frowned. He knew that girl.

"I'm April, April Thompson. I... just wanted to wish Gohan to get well." The little first year frowned. Bardock grinned.

"Well on it, then." Bardock gave Gohan a thumbs up as he left. Gohan flipped him off, as he left.

"Are you okay, Gohan?" April asked curiously as she looked at him. Gohan smirked.

"I'm fine. That armor I stole took a lot of impact." Gohan chuckled.

"Great! Because, everyone's really freaking out right now after what happened down there. My sister and a lot of girls are sitting with Cho in the common room, who's really bad off. Won't stop crying. They've locked us in the common rooms for now. And Cedric's dad getting arrested didn't help." Gohan gulped.

"How'd you get out?" Gohan asked. She giggled.

"When Dumbledore called for the Head Boy and Girl, I snuck out the Portrait Hole when Emily left. Everyone's freaking out so much that I don't think anyone noticed." She chuckled.

"You shouldn't be out here, April. Things are pretty dangerous right now." She laughed.

"I'm not afraid of jack!" she smirked. Then, they turned at the sound of knocking on the door. They frowned in curiosity as the door opened to reveal…

"Rosaline?" Gohan asked in curiosity. The young Beaubaxtons girl stepped in and closed the door behind her with a slam.

"Hello, Gohan." She said coldly.

"You snuck out too, huh?" April asked with a smile. April frowned.

"You… could say that." Rosaline answered.

"How's Jenny doing?" Gohan asked.

"Do I look like an informant?" she asked. Gohan shrugged

"You're… impressive, Gohan. I wasn't sure that you'd come back tonight." Rosaline said with a strange look on her face.

"Why do you say that?" Gohan asked curiously.

"Very tricky place, the maze." Rosaline frowned as her hair dropped around her face.

"He did it." April frowned.

"I'm surprised that you didn't kill Diggory when he lunged at you." Rosaline said as she stepped across the wing out the window at the stadium, which had gone dark.

"I've seen enough death." Gohan frowned. Rosaline's hand inched towards her jeans, wrapping her fingers around her wand. Gohan frowned as she muttered to herself. Then, the unthinkable happened. Rosaline whirled with her wand in her hand.

"Avada Kedavra!" Gohan watched in complete horror as the green spell flew from Rosaline's wand and smashed into April's chest, causing her to crumple to the ground with a shocked cry. Gohan looked down at April, in pure disbelief. She was lying on the floor with a shocked looked on her face, her eyes glassy and empty. Her wand was still lying in her pocket, never getting the chance to use it. She was dead.

"NOOOO! MURDERER!" Gohan roared as he started to leapt out of the bed. Then, Rosaline whipped her wand forward, causing the sheets around Gohan to tighten like a vice, trapping him in the bed. Then, Ms. Johnson stepped out of the office and stared in pure disbelief at April's body, and the wand in Rosaline's hand. She whirled.

"Avada Kedavra!" the spell smashed into Ms. Jackson's chest as she pulled out her wand, causing her to collapse to the floor, dead. Gohan stared at Rosaline in pure disbelief.

"What's wrong with you? What the hell have you done?" Gohan sputtered. Rosaline smiled.

"Oh, Gohan. Something I've learned by now, is to never let anyone else do your job for you. Morbius and Voldemort both botched it. I had a feeling they would. And Crouch is probably out too." She sighed softly. Gohan snarled as he struggled to get free.

"Oh, don't bother. You don't have half the strength to get free." She giggled.

"Murderer!" Gohan snarled. Rosaline sighed as she ran a hand through her hair as she stepped over April's limp body.

"I've watched you lot. I even gave Skeeter all those facts about you lot when she dropped by." Rosaline chuckled as she knelt next to April's body, ruffled through her pockets, and pulled out her wand. She chuckled as she slid it into her pants

"What?" Gohan snapped.

"Oh Gohan… I do wish all this bloodshed could have been prevented." She smiled as she turned to look at him. Gohan watched in horror as her eyes glowed purple. Realization hit him like a rock. It all clicked, her cockiness, how she always seemed around, her smirking…

"You." Gohan snarled. She smiled.

"We meet again, Gohan." Cell said with a smile.

Looks like we found where Cell was… too late for poor April. The exciting finale for this saga starts next chapter! Read and Review!