Part 1
Harry and Cedric sat in Dumbledore's office looking back and forth between the headmaster and the prime minister.
Fudge looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "Harry. Don't take this the wrong way, but I really, really hope you've just gone insane."
"You don't believe me?" Harry said.
Fudge sighed. "I believe you're telling me the truth. However, I find the idea of a disembodied spirit commanding a man who's been dead for over a decade to be, questionable."
Cedric raised an eyebrow. "Well, hang on. I saw it too. I mean, why would two people see the same exact thing if it wasn't there?"
"Confundus charm, polyjuice, illusion, disguises, memory charms, you name it." Fudge shook his head. "I'll look into it. But I can't promise anything."
Dumbledore looked over at Fudge. "Well considering Harry survived the killing curse, again. Is that really that hard to believe that You Know Who's still around.?"
Fudge raised his finger opening his mouth, then closing it lowered his hand. "I don't have an answer for that." Fudge thought for a minute. "Well, I have the information I need for now. Thank you for your time boys."
Fudge walked into the fireplace bursting into green flame. Dumbledore looked at the two wizards. "Well, you two are free to go."
Cedric stood up to leave and headed toward the stairs. After he'd left Harry was still sitting there. "Uh, sir. How exactly did I survive?"
Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Hmmm. I'm not entirely certain. Though if I had to guess, I'd say you're still protected by your mother's sacrifice. Love is a powerful thing."
Harry left Dumbledore's office and made his way to Gryffindor tower. The castle torches burned dimly as he looked out a few windows to see stars.
Then he heard a voice coming from behind him. "What's up Potty!?"
He turned to see Peeves sticking his tongue out. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Uh, I'm alive I guess."
"Yep. Your welcome."
"Wait. What?" Harry's eyes widened as Peeves flew through a wall. "Wait!" Harry called. He ran to the wall, but Peeves was already gone.
Harry just stared at the wall until he heard footsteps. Argus Filch came down the hall, grumpily muttering about something when he noticed Harry. "Hey Potter. What do you think you're doing out of bed!?"
"Uh...talking to Peeves apparently." Harry looked at the wall. "Or maybe just at the wall."
"Peeves! Trouble making lousy poltergeist. One of these days I'll get rid of him. And once I figure out what you're up to, I'm gonna get you too!" Filch started walking again. "You're lucky the headmaster said to leave you and Diggory alone tonight. I'm gonna get him too."
Filch got in Harry's face as a torrent of flame came from Harry's mouth. Filch sucked to the ground as Harry covered his mouth. Filch's hair had caught fire and he tried to put it out yelling. "Get it out! Get it out!"
"Aguamenti!" Alestor Moody walked up shooting a jet of water from his wand. The fire went out, but smoke and steam came off Filch's singed hair.
Filch looked at Harry with rage. "Why you little!" He walked toward Harry ready to kill him.
"Enough Argus! What do you think you're doing!?" Moody stepped in between the two.
"That brat just tried to kill me!" Filch growled.
"I've fought enough death eaters to know intent to kill. That wasn't even on purpose. Look at the shock in his eyes you idiot!" Moody grabbed Harry. "Come on. We should go before anyone does something they'll regret."
"Yes sir." Harry followed Moody down the hallway. "Thanks. Thought I was gonna die back there."
As they walked Moody looked back to make sure Filch wasn't close enough to hear. "No problem. To be honest. I'm kind of glad to see that old grump get a little taste of his own medicine." He cracked a grin trying not to laugh. "Still, he's nicer han that sadist Pringle."
"Speak for yourself. That guy's scarier than Voldemort." Harry said.
"I should hope so. Cedric just thought he was a really creepy baby. Guess it's fitting since one beat him." Moody thought for a minute. "So what was that back there? Didn't even look like you did that on purpose."
"I-I don't know. It just sort of happened." Harry felt his mouth. No burns, not even any heat. No numbness either. "I didn't even feel it. I just...saw it."
"Well, whatever. Just try not to light your bed on fire." Moody looked back to make sure Filch was out of sight. "Can you make it back to your common room on your own?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine." Harry said as the two parted ways.
Part 2
The next morning at breakfast, everyone wanted to see Harry. Ron had shown him a copy of the Daily Prophet with his face on the front page. The Boy Who Lived, Again
Students wouldn't stop asking him questions, even some of the Slytherins were asking him. Luckily he didn't accidentally breath fire on any of them. Eventually Snape of all people came to his rescue claiming to be annoyed and threatening to give detention to any students who kept talking about Harry.
Fred and George kept getting questions too, but they seemed to revel in trolling anyone who asked them how they woke Harry up. They just told them to join the Giant Squid Cult. Even the professors asked them, but they weren't letting their secret out.
Otherwise the day had been normal for the most part. "Joyful Joyful" had started playing when Neville opened his textbook in herbology, but that was about it.
After classes, he spent some time studying with Hermione to get ready for end of term exams. There was news about a funeral for Madam Pomfrey after exams and Harry had been declared the winner of the Tri-wizard tournament. But for the most part, things were back to normal.
The only real sign anything had happened was a new scar on Harry's stomach. It looked like a circle of lightning bolts stretching out from a single point.
Part 3
The leaky cauldron was louder than normal when the prime minister got there. There were murmurs about Barty Crouch Jr. and people kept talking about Harry Potter. Those didn't surprise him, but the whispers about He Who Must Not Be Named were concerning.
He looked around the tavern and eventually saw Garrick Olivander sitting in a dark corner of the room. He sat down in front of the old wand maker. "Percy Weasley said you had information I might want to hear personally."
"Yes. Though I doubt you'll like what you hear." Olivander's eyes looked dark, like he hadn't slept in days.
"Well, out with it. I haven't got all day." Fudge said.
"Harry Potter was injured severely by the killing curse, but lived. And to my knowledge, that should be impossible, except in one very specific circumstance." Olivander looked back and forth to make sure no one else was listening. "Twin cores, can harm each other's owners. But they can't kill them."
"So, it did the next best thing I guess?" Fudge thought for a minute.
"Yes." Olivander nodded.
Fudge raised an eyebrow. "Ok, so what? He met someone with a wand like his."
Olivander's eyes darkened. "Harry's wand has only one twin. And it belongs to Him."
"Him, who?" Fudge raises his eyebrow.
"You know who."
Fudge's eyes went wide with panic. He took a minute to calm down before speaking. "Wait, that just means it was his wand. Not him."
"But who else could it be? And if it isn't, then someone beat him. Someone stronger who wants the same thing."
