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Notes: Harry figures out who the Death Eater at Hogwarts must be. It's pretty obvious all things considered. ;)

Chapter 34: Priori Incantatem

For a while Harry just stood there waiting for instructions, but none of the adults paid him any more attention, nor did the headmaster and those who had gone with him return.

When he realised that he wasn't going to get any instructions Harry looked around for help and noticed Fleur still standing behind him. He turned to her.

"What do we do now?" he asked her softly.

"Wait, I suppose," Fleur replied. "Maybe we can find some chairs to sit down in."

She looked back to the judges' seats hopefully.

"Maybe we should re-join our dorm-mates?" Harry suggested.

Hermione would be there. She always knew what to do.

"No, no!" Mr. Bagman shouted at that. "You stay here. The winner hasn't been determined, yet."

"But surely Victor is the winner?" Fleur said. "Harry saw him take the cup, didn't he?"

Harry nodded to confirm that even though it wasn't strictly true, but Mr. Bagman shook his head anyway.

"We have no proof that that was a true vision yet. If he really had taken the cup, it should have transported him out here and if it is true and the dark wizards have killed him ..." Mr. Bagman's voice grew softer and more hesitant with every word and finally faded away entirely.

"But we both gave up," Harry pointed out. "So if Victor didn't win, Cedric must have the most points. What happened to Cedric anyway?"

"I don't know," Mr. Bagman admitted. "We found him unconscious on the floor, but there was no sign of an injury. Madam Pomfrey examined him and said he'd been put under the cruciatus curse. The Minister said that Victor must have done it, but if he really has been put under imperius ... Well, whoever did that probably wouldn't shy away from using the cruciatus himself either, would they. And if Victor did it while under the imperius it wasn't really him either."

He looked around nervously.

"So you too think that there is a dark wizard here at this institute?" Fleur asked pulling Harry closer to her protectively. "There are a lot of little children here, Mr. Bagman."

That was true. The first years might have already had their first year exams, but that didn't mean that they could protect themselves if they were attacked. What should they cast if an adult wizard pointed his wand at them to control or torture them? Lumos? Alohomora? Or should they attempt to transfigure his wand into a needle?

"You have to find the dark wizard, Mr. Bagman," Harry declared. "You have to make sure he doesn't hurt any children."

"What me? Why me?" Mr. Bagman stuttered. "I'm no Auror! How would I know anything about catching dark wizards? I can't even tell them from ordinary people."

That had of course been amply proven by his trial.

"You, or the Minister, or that Professor Hagrid, or one of the other adult wizards that stayed behind," Fleur agreed. "You are supposed to protect us."

"Professor Hagrid's no good with a wand," Harry told her. "He only knows about creatures and the forest. He never even took OWLs. And Mr. Filch is a squib. Maybe Madam Pince ... or we could try fetching Madam Pomfey, but she is probably still treating Cedric."

"Doesn't your institute have any competent fighting wizards?" Fleur demanded haughtily.

"Of course it does. Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick and Professor Moody and the headmaster - and I think Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout aren't bad at it either, but they've all gone to save Victor."

As had Madam Maxime, and it appeared that Professor Karkaroff had, too, though Harry hadn't noticed him in the group that had followed the headmaster. He was nowhere to be seen now in any case.

"There were supposed to be Aurors here to deal with security!" Mr. Bagman wailed.

"They went with the headmaster, too," Harry informed him.

"Now, now, Bagman," the Minister said suddenly. "Pull yourself together. There probably is no dark wizard here at all. Little Harry just had a bad dream and Dumbledore has allowed it to alarm him. I suppose as headmaster he must react to every hint of a possible threat to his students. Better to check an empty graveyard unnecessarily than to allow a child to be abducted. And if it is not true there is no danger here that would require the presence of the Aurors."

"But what if it is true!" Mr. Bagman continued to be just as distressed as before.

"Why then ... Then the dark wizard must have gone with Dumbledore. You heard the boy, Bagman. All the competent fighters left. A wizard that can cast the unforgivables with such ease has to be a formidable fighter."

Harry shuddered. Surely it couldn't be one of their teachers. But then who? Headmaster Karkaroff who'd just made an even worse scene than Mr. Bagman? One of the Aurors sent to protect them? Madame Maxime?

But what had Auror Potter been doing here? He was forbidden from entering the institute grounds, so surely the Ministry wouldn't have sent him. But perhaps his fellow Aurors didn't know and he had joined them pretending to be part of their group when he actually had been sent by You-Know-Who to abduct Harry? It made an awful lot of sense.