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Authors Note: This is the last chapter of fourth year.
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Chapter Thirty Nine:
Harry opened his eyes slowly feeling a heavy pain in the back of his head. He blinked several times and moved his head from side to side. He froze in his movements as he took in the cemetery around him and the scene taking place in front of him.
Wormtail, once known as Peter Pettigrew, was setting light to a pile of wood under a cauldron using his wand. There was a nervous look on his face as if hoping he would get everything right.
Harry recalled the last moments before he'd blacked out and felt utterly sick. Voldemort was inside the bundle of robes and Harry realised what Wormtail must be doing. It was clearly a ceremony to return the evil wizard to a proper body.
Harry wanted to yell in frustration at his inability to prevent the ceremony but found that a foul smelling rag had been stuffed into his mouth to keep him silent. He gagged at the taste as he watched Wormtail go about his work and wished for nothing more than to kill the traitor where he stood.
Harry turned his head as he heard a groan and saw Cedric next to him, also tied to a gravestone and also unable to move or speak.
Cedric's eyes were open. He was awake. Harry nodded as much as he could trying to ask if Cedric was alright. Cedric nodded as much as he could in reply.
Harry felt relieved his fellow Champion and Hogwarts student was ok. He turned his attention back to what Wormtail was doing and caught sight of him lifting a bone with his wand a levitating it into the cauldron all while muttering "bone of the father unknowingly given, you will renew your son!".
With the bone having splashed into the cauldron, Wormtail walked over to Harry and perhaps feeling somewhat guilty, given Harry had saved his life the previous year, his smirk fell as he rolled up the sleeve of Harry's jumper.
Harry tried to be brave but felt a flash of panic as Wormtail brandished a knife in his hand and lowered it onto the skin of Harry's arm.
Harry cried out in pain, though it was masked by the gag, for Wormtail had sliced into the skin of his arm deep enough to draw blood, blood which was now glistening on the knife.
For a moment Wormtail seemed overcome by conscience but this last all of ten seconds before the traitor walked hurried back over to the cauldron and flicked the drops of blood into it murmuring "blood of the enemy forcibly taken, you will revive your foe!".
Harry watched in horror as Wormtail then held out his right hand over the cauldron and, using his left hand in which the knife was held, he sliced off the right hand which fell into the cauldron with a loud splash.
Wormtail then stood next to the cauldron crying and muttering pathetically about the sacrifices he made for his lord.
As Harry kept watching, the cauldron started to froth and bubble, steam issued from it and he had hopes that the ceremony was going wrong 'come on!' he thought desperately 'blow up! fail! anything!'.
His hopes were in vain, for after a few minutes of bubbling, hissing, spit and steam spouting up into the air, a figure began to emerge from the cauldron.
The figure's skin was so pale that it was an odd sort of white, they were tall and thin with a completely bald head and slits in place of a nose.
The figure opened their eyes and Harry wanted to scream as he saw nothing but red in the pupils.
'He's back!' Harry thought in horror. His mind was so frozen in terror that this was the only thought left in his head. His greatest fear and it was happening right before his very eyes. The most evil wizard in history. The murderer of his parents, was standing nearby and Harry could do nothing about it.
Voldemort felt himself all over on his arms, his legs, his chest and his head. He blinked several times and then smiled through his lipless mouth.
He stepped out of the cauldron and in his most imperius voice demanded "robe me, Wormtail".
Wormtail duly hurried forwards to robe the newly returned dark lord and then bowed low before his master.
"Wormtail" Voldemort "one of my most faithful followers. Stuck in Azkaban for so many years and yet..." Voldemort put a bony hand on Wormtail's head "and yet, you never forgot me. You were one of only two Death Eaters to seek me out. You shall be rewarded beyond imagining" he said sounding grateful, or at least as grateful as an evil wizard could.
"Thank you My Lord!" Wormtail said reverently as he kissed the evil wizards hand.
Voldemort looked around the graveyard seemingly taking everything in. His eyes lit upon Harry and Cedric who were tied to gravestones and unable to move.
"Harry Potter" Voldemort said in a soft voice, almost a whisper as he reached the stone to which Harry was tied "we meet again at last".
Harry muttered something through his gag but as the gag was so thick he knew Voldemort wouldn't hear it.
"What was that Harry?" Voldemort asked with a smirk as he removed Harry's gag.
Harry spat in his face. "I said go to hell!" he snarled at the evil wizard.
"Why you little brat!" Voldemort retaliated by angrily striking him across the face with a bony hand. Harry felt his lip split and could taste blood.
"Seems I got under your skin, Tom" Harry grinned despite the pain and the fear.
"Don't call me that!" Voldemort snarled.
Harry knew deep down that it was probably a bad idea to enrage the evil wizard but it felt good to make fun of him, to shout and curse him, even more so since he couldn't reach his wand. which he saw behind twirled about in Wormtail's hand.
Voldemort must have seen Harry look at the wand for he also looked at Wormtail and seemed to be reminded of something "oh yes. I almost forgot Wormtail. Hold out your arm".
Wormtail did as instructed without expectation. The rat like wizards face changed into one of delight as a new, silver hand, sprouted outwards from his wrist. The wizard tried each finger and moved the hand about "oh thank you Master! thank you!".
"There is no need for thanks Wormtail" Voldemort said dismissively "you have been a loyal servant and deserve reward".
Wormtail bowed low before him before holding out his other arm upon which Harry could see the dark mark imprinted. The seemed to brace himself as Voldemort grasped his arm none too gently and pressed the tip of a wand, Wormtail's, Harry assumed, against the mark which caused it to move and to glow green.
Harry couldn't understand this purpose but moments later he heard a whooshing sound like rushing wind.
Figures began to pop up between the gravestones. Harry could not say how many there were but he'd have said at least twenty.
Clearly, the mark transported Voldemort's followers by force, to wherever the evil wizard was residing.
"Harry see how my family returns!" Voldemort sounded jubilant. 'No wonder' thought Harry miserably, for there were a large number of Death Eaters and even if he and Cedric had their wands, they would surely be unable to defeat so many.
Once the Death Eaters had arrived Voldemort grinned evilly "do you know upon whose grave you stand Harry?" the evil wizard asked him.
Harry didn't answer and so Voldemort continued "you stand on the bones of my filthy muggle father, Tom Riddle Senior". Voldemort spat the name out with contempt making it clear to Harry the evil wizard had not loved his father.
"He was a fool" Voldemort said contemptuously "and moreover he was a fool who abandoned my mother. She loved him you see" he said as if love was a sickness "and when he abandoned her, she did not want to go on living. She died, in the orphanage in which I was born".
Voldemort's eyes flashed red "one day, I found out about my heritage. Found I was descended from Salazar Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four and it was then that I decided to track down my filthy muggle father and show him the power of the heir of Slytherin!".
Voldemort's eyes were alight now as he finished "and so I killed my fool of a father and took the revenge I rightly deserved".
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing and before he could think to retort, Voldemort walked away from him over to the group of Death Eaters who had crowded around into a sort of large circle, ready it seemed, to hear their Master speak.
Even from where he was, Harry could hear as Voldemort spoke to his followers. "My friends, it has been so long!" the dark wizard proclaimed as he smiled through his lipless mouth and threw out his arms magnanimously.
"Fourteen years now I have been gone" he began to pace around them circle "fourteen long years I had to mull over what went wrong. How I was defeated by a mere babe".
Voldemort stopped pacing "and yet it seems like no time at all has passed for you are all here. Here and whole".
Harry could see Voldemort's smile fall "whole unlike me who has suffered as a shell for so long!" his voice raised until he was shouting "not one of you came to find me!". He waved a finger at them "not one of you helped me!". He turned to Wormtail who stood in the circle and crooked a finger at him "none of you save this man and one other".
Voldemort placed a bony hand on Wormtail's head "Wormtail here languished in Azkaban for twelve long years and his only thought upon escaping was to try to finish off the Potter brat for me to get revenge".
Voldemort clapped Wormtail on the back "and when he was unable to through no fault of his own, he came to find me and he and one other wizard are responsible for my return".
Voldemort walked up to a Death Eater and with one swipe of his hand he removed the Death Eaters mask "not you Crabbe!". The Death Eater looked down as Voldemort moved on "or you Goyle!".
He moved on again "Nott!". To the next Death Eater "Amycus!". And the next "Alecto!". And the next "certainly not you Malfoy! so-called one of my most loyal lieutenants!".
From what Harry could tell Malfoy was shaken. He saw the mans hands shake as he pleaded "My Lord, I heard nothing from you. If there had been any word of your whereabouts...any sign...".
"There were plenty of signs Lucius" Voldemort replied, his voice cold as ice "you merely chose to ignore them. You made no effort to seek me out, preferring to torture muggles and others at the Quidditch World Cup than help return your Master to his rightful place!". The last words were shouted. "For that you must be punished". Voldemort took the wand offered by Wormtail and shouted "Crucio!".
Malfoy fell to the floor writhing in agony and so too did another Death Eater who begged for forgiveness as Voldemort stated coldly "Lord Voldemort has no forgiveness to give".
"Murderer!" Harry yelled having finally managed to get the rag out of his mouth.
Voldemort paused in his berating and turned to face Harry. His face broken into a cold smile "ah Harry, I had forgotten you were here".
He approached him "you see my friends?" he said as he touched Harry's scar. Harry grimaced in pain, unable to help it "I can touch him at last, no longer does his blood save him" he looked towards his followers "the 'great' Harry Potter, reduced to a quivering wreck".
"Just untie me and I'll show you who's a wreck snake face!" Harry shouted sounding braver than he felt.
The evil wizard looked back at him. "My my, we do lack manners don't we" Voldemort murmured with a chuckle. He then added "very well then boy, you want to face me, I shall untie you and we shall see who the better wizard is".
Voldemort used his wand and wordlessly cut away the bonds tying Harry to the gravestone. "When I kill you I shall torture your little friend next before he dies" the dark wizard taunted.
"We'll see" Harry said coolly not letting it show how much it bothered him.
Voldemort gave Harry his wand "before we duel we must bow" he said in amusement as Harry took a fighting stance.
"Like hell" Harry spat.
"Oh come now Harry the niceties must be observed. We wouldn't want your filthy mudblood mother or blood traitor father to see your lack of manners" Voldemort declared. Harry could do nothing as he was forced against his will to bow before his enemy.
As he was made to bow, all Harry could think was how much he wanted to destroy Voldemort. To break his power forever. The power that had hung over his whole life.
Once the spell holding him in place was released, Voldemort wasted no time in aiming his wand at Harry "crucio!". Harry managed to dodge out of the way only to be hit with another "crucio!" as he tried to get up.
He writhed on the ground for awhile as Voldemort approached him and continued to taunt "not so powerful after all, eh boy".
Using his reflexes as he recovered from the effects of the spell, Harry swiped out with his legs causing Voldemort to fall onto his back with a startled cry and the Death Eaters to surge forward.
"No he's mine!" the dark wizard roared "stay back!". The Death Eaters halted where they were and proceeded to watch as Harry and Voldemort traded spells back and forth. Harry felt grateful for the extra spell training he'd had which made him more formidable if not quite up to Voldemort's level.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort bellowed as Harry lost his footing and his cutting hex flew wide of the mark.
Harry was forced to duck, causing the monument behind him to explode flinging pieces of marble and iron out across the graveyard.
Harry ducked and rolled behind nearby gravestone. He heard Voldemort calling to him, amusement in his tone "Harry Potter, come out, come out wherever you are!".
Voldemort's voice turned hard "you come out and face me like a man Harry! I want to see the fear in your face! I want to see the light leave your eyes as I kill you!". He sounded angry.
Harry was angry too. A white hot anger. He would not allow this evil wizard, this mockery of a man, to dictate his life anymore.
He would not be afraid of Voldemort any longer. It had to end and Harry was prophesied to be the one who would end it.
Harry took a deep breath and, calm as a still sea, he stepped out from his place of cover "you think I'm afraid of you Tom?" Harry asked calmly.
"You dare to call me that?!" Voldemort shouted.
"It's your real name" Harry chuckled "I bet you've not told your followers, have you Tom?".
"Shut up!" Voldemort yelled.
"Look at you!" Harry continued "you're pathetic! a pale shadow of a man! nothing! a joke!".
"That's it!" Voldemort roared.
Before he could fire at Harry, Harry whipped around towards Cedric and fired a cutting hex at the ropes binding the older boy to the other gravestone.
He could see his actions had confused Voldemort who had no concept of friendship or selflessness and it was this momentary confusion that allowed Harry to get Cedric's wand back "accio Cedric's wand!". The wand flew through the air into Harry's outstretched left hand.
He threw the wand to Cedric who shouted "cheers Harry!".
"Thank me when we're out of this hell hole!" Harry replied before focusing once again on his nemesis. "Where were we Tom?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"I'll wipe that grin off your face forever Harry Potter!" Voldemort shrieked.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort bellowed at the top of his voice just as Harry shouted "Expeliarmus!".
Harry was left stunned but managed to maintain his concentration as, instead of the spells hitting their target, they collided with each other causing an effect Harry had never seen nor even heard of before.
Two threads of light, one green, one red, were battling for dominance with each other. In the summer heat, the sweat began to pour from the foreheads of Harry and Voldemort as neither relented in their attempt to best the other.
"Give. Up. Now!" Voldemort gritted the words out one at a time as he struggled to keep his spell locked on.
"Never" Harry replied calmly.
The beam of light began to coalesce and glow an orange as bright as the sun almost blinding both wizards. A dome of light began to form. Harry was shocked but not as shocked as what happened next, for as he held his spell on target, something began to emerge from the tip of Voldemort's wand.
A ghostly figure fell to the floor, took one look at Voldemort and then at Harry "he killed me!" she said in shock as she pointed at Voldemort "he killed me in cold blood". Harry recognised her as Bertha Jorkins who had worked under Ludo Bagman. He had seen her a few times when visiting the Ministry with his uncle.
Another figure began to emerge from the wand. This figure was a man. An elderly man, short and thin wearing a flat cap "so he's a wizard then". The figure nodded as if this made sense to him. He turned to Harry and gestured to Voldemort "killed me that one did, you fight him boy".
As the two figures began to pace, another figure emerged from the wand. This figure he barely remembered but had seen in photographs and in pensieve memories. As she was a ghost he could not see the bright red hair or make out the green eyes but he could tell this was his mother, Lily Potter. "Harry my love, my beautiful boy!" she said happily "your father is coming, just hold on!".
And another figure emerged from the wand, straightened himself up and despite being a ghost, ran a hand over his messy hair.
The figure was man wearing glasses and with the same facial features as Harry "Harry my son, my brave boy, we're so proud of you!" his father James Potter proclaimed with a smile.
Harry felt all warm inside and even warmer as his mother proclaimed "you've done so well, so so well!".
The two of them approached Harry and his father said "we wish we could stay and talk Harry, but we only have a short time here". His father sounded regretful and sad "so please listen to us".
Harry nodded to show he was listening.
"You must keep the thread connected for a short while longer" his mother informed him.
"We will signal and when we signal, that is when you break the thread and make a break for it" his father continued.
"We and the other spirits will crowd Voldemort for a short time to cover your escape and that of the boy who is with you" his mother finished.
"Do you understand Harry?" his father asked.
Harry nodded to show his understand and then said a tight, choked voice "will I ever see you again?".
His parents both looked sad. "Probably not son" his father answered eventually.
"But know that we are always with you" his mother declared and pointed to her heart "in here". Harry had the impression that if she could cry she would have done so "we will always be with you and will always love you".
"We love you" his father echoed before they re-joined the other ghosts.
Harry felt tears rolling down his cheeks. He wanted to tell them to wait. To stay. But he knew it was impossible. They couldn't stay and he and Cedric had to get out of there as quickly as possible.
For a minute longer Harry held the spell and then his parents shouted "now Harry! let go now! it's time". His mother cut through his thoughts "let go sweetheart! let go!".
Harry broke the thread and, as one, the ghosts rushed a terrified Voldemort who tried to fend them off.
Harry heard running footsteps and fired a spell at a masked Death Eater who slumped to the ground, dead.
"Accio portkey!" he heard Cedric yell and turned just in time to see the older boy standing next to him with the Triwizard cup which was glowing. Luckily, the portkey still seemed active and Harry wasted no time as he grabbed Cedric's arm and shouted "lets get back to Hogwarts!".
He felt the familiar pull at his navel just as Voldemort roared "nooooo!" with a howl of fury.
They disappeared from the graveyard that same instant and flew through space.
Harry felt his feet hit solid grass and he fell to his knees retching. He had a headache. His scar burned and he felt achy all over. The ordeal was just now hitting him. Seeing his parents, duelling Voldemort, escaping.
Harry turned to Cedric and shakily asked "you okay Cedric?". The older boy nodded though he too looked very shaken by their experience "fine thanks" he replied "you?".
"Just glad to be out of that bloody graveyard".
Cedric nodded in agreement.
A band began to play nearby and that's when Harry realised the hedges were gone. The tournament was over and done with it.
He released a shaky sigh of relief as he sat on the grass still clutching one handle of the Triwizard cup.
"Harry my boy!". Dumbledore must have approached while Harry and Cedric were talking "are you alright? what happened? we detected portkey activity!".
Harry looked up into the concerned face of the Hogwarts Headmaster "the cup...it was a portkey" he answered shakily.
"A portkey?!" Dumbledore was usually very calm and collected but this had rattled him.
Harry nodded "me and Cedric grasped it at exactly the same moment and were transported from the Hogwarts grounds".
Harry swallowed "Wormtail was there. He tied us up and he...he...".
Harry shut his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again he said loudly "Voldemort's back. Wormtail resurrected him and his followers flocked back to him".
Dumbledore had turned pale at this news and suddenly looked a lot older than he had previously "I feared this day would come" he said heavily "but I hoped I was wrong". The old wizard shook his head "I see now that I was correct".
Dumbledore helped Harry to his feet before also helping up Cedric. Harry saw Professor Moody walking towards them, his wooden stick clack clacking on the hard earth as his magical eye swivelled around.
"Albus, what happened?" Moody asked the Headmaster gruffly "I detected transportation within the maze".
"The cup was a portkey Alastor" Dumbledore said.
"Someone must have tampered with it inside the maze" Moody said gruffly "my bet would be on that Krum fellow, Durmstrang is full of dark wizards and you know what Karkaroff is" the professor said seriously.
Dumbledore nodded heavily "it is a possibility but..." he didn't have the chance to speak further as Mr and Mrs Diggory arrived on the pitch to check up on their son. As Mrs Diggory made sure her son was alright, Mr Diggory bombarded Dumbledore with questions, distracting him.
"I'll just take young Potter here to the Hospital Wing for a check up" Moody declared gruffly as he began to steer Harry away with a quiet "come on boy, you need a nice cup of tea and a sit down". Harry went with him willingly while Dumbledore called out "no Alastor, wait!".
Dumbledore was unable to head off after them however due to the endless barrage of questions, first from Amos Diggory and now also from the mans wife. Both were furious and demanding to know how the cup had become a portkey.
Harry and Moody reached the defence classroom. Moody turned the handle, opened the door and guided Harry in. He steered him across the room, up the stairs and into his office.
"Sit down there" he said gruffly. Harry did as bid and heard a click as the door was locked.
He was too shell shocked to care much about it as he heard Moody bustling about. A cup of tea was placed in front of him as Moody went over to the other side of the room. Harry heard something being opened and the sound of glass clinking.
"What was it like?" Moody asked him suddenly.
"What was what like Professor?" Harry replied in confusion.
"Meeting the Dark Lord, what was it like?" Moody said.
Harry swallowed "it was...it was horrifying". He shook his head "I'm not sure how me and Cedric escaped alive".
"Were there others?" Moody asked next.
Harry frowned at this "what?".
"In the graveyard, were there others?" Moody clarified.
Harry's frown deepened as a bad feeling nestled in his guts. He replied "I didn't mention anything about a graveyard Professor".
He heard Moody approach him and then the wizard came into view in front of him. Moody surveyed him seriously as he rolled up the sleeve of Harry's t-shirt and examined the area in which Wormtail had cut his arm. He ran a finger along it and asked "hurts does it?".
Harry grimaced and nodded, crying out as Moody dug a finger into the wound and moved it about.
When Harry looked at it he found himself staring at a blood version of the dark mark. He froze, staring at it in horror as the bad feeling solidified into one of surety.
He stared at the man in front of him who was grinning. A grin which made his scarred face look even more grotesque "why Professor Moody?" he asked feeling hurt and upset "why did you enter my name? you support Voldemort don't you".
Moody's grin deepened as he pointed a wand at Harry's chest. "I told you, if there's one think in this world I despise, it's a Death Eater that went free".
"But...but you were an Auror!". Harry couldn't believe this was happening. It had to be a nightmare!.
"No more talk" Moody said with a sinister chuckle "tonight I finish what my Master started thirteen years ago and I earn myself a place at his right hand as his most loyal follower!".
Moody began to speak "Avada...". He was cut off mid spell as the door was blasted off it's hinges.
Moody whirled around, wand at the ready to face the intruders, only to find himself being blasted back against the back wall of the office as a enraged Professor Dumbledore appeared shouting "Flipendo!". As Moody hit the wall he slid down in and did not move. It looked to Harry, that the man was unconscious.
Harry was breathing heavily and his heart was thudding in his chest as all his sureties and beliefs crumbled. He had trusted Moody. The man had been a mentor to the four men he admired most on this earth and had been like a mentor to him all year and now... Harry shook his head as he stared at the unconscious Moody.
Professor McGonagall rushed over to him and put a comforting arm on his shoulder. She looked more worried than Harry had ever seen her "are you alright Harry?" she asked. It was that serious she used his first name.
"I...I..." Harry blinked "he tried to...kill me". He stared over Professor Dumbledore who was standing next to Professor Snape and was staring at Moody "Professor Moody tried to kill me".
At length, Professor Dumbledore turned around to face him. He looked very serious as he said "Harry, this is NOT the real Alastor Moody".
Harry frowned "but...he must be, he...".
"I am very certain that this man lying against the wall is an imposter who has taken the identity of my dear friend Alastor Moody and has been impersonating him all year".
Dumbledore sighed "it is to my great shame that I did not realise this much sooner".
"Don't torture yourself Albus!" Professor McGonagall said sharply "the two of us and even Severus have known Alastor Moody for many years and yet we were ALL taken in by him".
"I wish I could say otherwise given the embarrassment, but Minerva is correct" Professor Snape said shaking his head. "He fooled all of us".
There was silence for a moment before Professor Dumbledore spoke "Severus, return to the Quidditch Stadium and bring Minister Fudge, Mr and Mrs Potter, Sirius and Remus back with you along with Kingsley Shacklebolt, we need them up here urgently and when you have done this, head to your quarters and bring up a vial of Veritaserum".
Snape nodded, turned on his heel and swept out of the room, his cloak billowing out behind him.
"Minerva, please keep your wand trained on this...thing" Dumbledore said. Professor McGonagall nodded, training her wand on the fake Moody.
Ten minutes later, the door to the office opened and Cornelius Fudge entered looking worried. He was followed in by Kingsley Shacklebolt, Sirius, Remus and Jacob and Mandy Potter.
Jacob and Mandy went straight over to Harry as did Sirius and Remus. "Oh my poor boy!" Mandy murmured as she swept Harry up into a much needed hug. He hugged her back just as fiercely feeling like he wanted to cry. He held the tears back though.
Eventually, his aunt let him go and he was hugged by Jacob "bloody hell my boy, am I glad to see you safe and in one piece" his uncle sounded very emotional "is it true?" he asked quietly "is he back?". Harry nodded and his uncle closed his eyes. He looked pained at the news "I knew it would happen eventually".
"That's what Professor Dumbledore said" Harry told him.
He was then hugged by Sirius and Remus who both murmured words of comfort to him.
"What is this all about Dumbledore?" Fudge sounded vexed "why is Alastor Moody lying unconscious on the floor of your office?" he demanded.
"Just wait for short while Cornelius and all will be revealed" Dumbledore answered cryptically. Fudge looked irritated at this but settled down to wait.
The door to the office opened once more and Harry watched as Professor Snape crossed the length of the office to Professor Dumbledore "I have the Veritaserum right here Headmaster" he informed Dumbledore as he held up a clear glass vial inside which contained a substance so clear and without smell that it could have been water.
"Hold off for a moment" Dumbledore said. Everyone watched and waited, though Harry had no idea what was going on.
Harry watched in concern as "Moody" began to thrash about and his features began to morph. The magical eye rolled out of it's socket and thudded onto the carpet. The face and head, together with the body became slimmer and smaller, the wooden leg detached and in it's place a real one appeared.
In no time at all, they were staring at a man with short cropped, straw blond hair. The man opened his eyes and as he did so Dumbledore spoke to Snape. "You know what to do" the Headmaster instructed.
Snape nodded and without saying a word, he walked over to the unconscious "Moody", tilted the mans head back, uncorked the vial and poured the clear liquid down the mans throat.
The mans eyes glazed over. "What is your name?" Dumbledore asked sharply.
The man seemed far away as he answered "Barty Crouch Junior".
Harry looked over at Minister Fudge and saw the man turn pale. "No, it's not possible" the Minister muttered.
"Why not?" Harry asked no one in particular.
"Because he was supposed to have died thirteen years ago Harry" Sirius informed him.
'Supposed to be dead and yet he is here in front of us large as life' Harry thought. He turned his attention back to the interrogation, waiting to hear what would be asked next.