Heyyyyy...again.

Sorry if the last chapter was confusing.

I'll try to make this one less confusing.

Harry just stood there, shocked, Percy had just died.

Because of him.

Harry had been treating Percy like mud for weeks, under Ron's influence, and Percy had just given his life for him.

Voldemort gave a cold smile, "Ah yes...the great Perseus Jackson...is dead at last."

If Harry weren't so shocked, he would wonder what Voldemort meant by at last, but he just stood, motionless.

"Well..." Voldemort turned to Harry, "Where was I?"

The small crowd of Death Eaters stood silently, hoods still up, seemingly unsure of what they should do.

Voldemort raised his wand, and he said, "Avada Kedavra."

Harry leapt behind a gravestone, and he felt the rush of air by his ear as the spell just missed him.

Anger and determination replaced Harry's shock and fear: Voldemort had just killed Percy, and Harry was not about to let him die in vain.

Harry gripped his wand, and jumped out from behind the gravestone, which had just shattered from a spell from Voldemort.

He cried the first spell that came to his head, "Expelliarmus!"

Voldemort, apparently not expecting Harry to actually fight back, stumbled back in surprise, barely creating a shield charm to stop the spell from reaching him.

Taking advantage of Voldemort's surprise, Harry used his split second advantage to look for an escape.

His eyes caught sight of the Triwizard Cup, still gleaming in the darkness of the graveyard.

Upon a split second decision, Harry pointed his wand at the Cup, and cried, "Accio!"

The silver cup went flying through the air, just missing the now screaming Death Eaters, and into Harry's outstretched hand.

Harry felt a tug in his navel, and felt disorientated as he felt himself getting almost yanked away from the graveyard.

The last thing he saw was Voldemort's furious face, his lips moving, and a stream of green light barrelling towards him.

Not so much a time skip, more of a space skip, if you know what I mean. It still belongs to Lord Percy though.

Harry collapses onto the cool grass of the Qudditch Pitch, his wand in one hand, the Triwizard Cup in his other.

He heard screaming from the crowds, and a swarm of people came rushing towards him.

Hermione embraced him, and he buried himself in her bushy hair, what had just happened came crashing down on him, and he started to sob.

"You did it Harry," Said Hermione, apparently misunderstanding his tears, thinking them tears of joy, "You won!"

Harry, feeling tired, upset and confused, choked out, "He's...he's..." He couldn't get any further, that would make it real, make him accept the truth.

"Who, Harry?" Asked Hermione softly, but, before he could answer, Ron almost shoved Hermione out of the way, ignoring the crowd of people.

He said, "Blimey, Hermione! Can't you see he needs rest! Come on Harry," And he put an arm around Harry's shoulders, leading him up to the castle.

On the grounds, they were interrupted by Dumbledore.

"Mr Weasley," He said calmly, though there was some sort of fire in his blue eyes, "Where are you going?"

"Forgive me, Professor," Said Ron, equally calm, "But I think that Harry needs some rest."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, "Very well, Mr Weasley."

Ron continued to lead Harry up to the dormitory, and placed him gently on the bed.

If Harry was in a different state, he would have wondered about Ron's sudden change in character, but he was just thankful to have someone looking out for him.

"Now," Said Ron, softly, "What happened mate?"

"Percy..." Harry started to sob again, unable to get the words out.

Ron started to pat Harry's back, which soothed Harry, he started to close his eyes...

Suddenly, the door was flung open, and Albus Dumbledore, followed by Professor McGonagoll, Professor Snape, and Mad-Eye Moody stormed in.

Dumbledore pointed his wand at Ron, and shouted, "Stupefy!"

Ron's unconscious form fell to the ground, unmoving.

Harry leapt up, suddenly full of energy. "Professor!" He shouted, "What..." He trailed off. Albus Dumbledore was looking down at Harry's best friend with such anger and distaste that Harry was more frightened than he had ever been tonight. When he wanted to be, Dumbledore could be truly terrifying.

"Forgive me, Harry," Dumbledore said quietly, "But that is not Mr Weasley."

He pointed his wand at Ron, and muttered a couple of words under his breath, and Ron started to change before Harry's eyes.

Instead of Ron's tall, lanky form, with freckles and flaming red hair, there was a still tall, but skinny, pale man in his mid-thirties, with mousy brown hair.

"Who~" Harry started, but Dumbledore turned to Snape.

"Severus," He said, "Would you please go and fetch some Veritaseum from your office?"

Snape nodded, and swept away, his robes flapping behind him.

Dumbledore then met his eyes with Harry, "I suspected this man," He started, his twinkle slowly returning to his eyes, "The moment he took charge. As headmaster, I take it upon myself to learn about my students, and that was not Ronald Weasley's behaviour."

Harry just nodded, confused about these nights occurances, and desperate to go to sleep.

They waited in silence for a few more minutes, the only sound being the light breathing of the unconscious man, and the impatient tapping of Moody's stick.

Finally, Snape slid back in to the room, a small bottle, filled with clear liquid, clutched in his hands.

"Ah, Severus," Said Dumbledore, "Excellent."

He waved his wand, and the man on the floor flew into a chair, ropes came out of Dumbledore's wand, binding the man to the chair, finally, Dumbledore muttered, "Renervate," and the man stirred.

"Wha~" He started, but, seeing he wans bound, started to struggle, trying to reach his wand.

Moody and McGonagoll were there within an instance, and held him down.

Snape flicked his wand, and the man's mouth dropped open, and Snape poured the mixture down his throat.

Immediately, the man fell into a sleepy, submissive state, and Dumbledore asked, "Who are you, and why are you at Hogwarts?"

The man said, "I am Bartemis Crouch Junior, and I was sent by my master to make sure that Harry Potter won the Triwizard tournament."

"Who is your master, and why did Harry have to win the tournament?"

"Why, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named of course," Said Crouch, giving a sinister smile, "And, when Potter won, he could give his blood to aid the Dark Lord's rise, but apparently," he sneered, noticing Harry's unblemished skin, "There was a change of plans."

Harry felt sick to the stomach, he was the one who was meant to get cut, he was the one who was meant to die, but it was Percy instead.

Harry, desperate for an answer of his own, asked, "Why was Percy here?" He tried to ignore Dumbledore's slightly annoyed look.

Crouch sneered, "Why, to protect you of course. And, as you are alive, I can assume he succeeded."

This didn't help Harry, it was all his fault.

He couldn't wallow in his misery though, for McGonagoll asked, "Why did you take the form of Ronald Weasley?"

Crouch gave a sinister smile, "The Weasley boy is the one with the most influence on Potter, I had to get Potter to distrust Jackson, so it was either Jackson or Weasley, and of course Potter chose his friend. Good people are so easy to manipulate," He gave a cold, evil chuckle.

Dumbledore stood up, "I believe that is enough," He said, "We shall have Harry recount tonight's events tomorrow. Now, it is time for bed Harry."

He swept out, and he was followed by the other Professors, Snape with a floating stretcher carry Crouch.

Harry didn't even bother to change, or try and solve any other mysteries tonight, such as Ron's present location, he just collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

And, tired, confused, and in a state of intense guilt, Harry Potter fell into a deep, blissful sleep.

Done!

I really hope that wasn't too confusing.

The next chapter will be the final one, then there'll be a next book.

This chapter's song: Car radio, by Twenty One Pilots.

All bow/curtesy to Percy.

Peace out.