I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter. Lydia/Sailor Rainbow, Lucky, Madame Indigo, Sofia, Vladimir and others are my characters. If you want to use them, ask me. I'll probably let you.

Sailor Witches 31

Raye the Detective

Harry looked inside the Penseive he found when he came to Dumbledore's office. He witnessed some hearings taken place at the Ministry of Magic. He saw the madness from the Lestranges, the sorrow of Barty Crouch Jr., the nervousness of Ludo Bagman and the fury of Kenneth and Iris' MacGreggor—Lydia's parents.

They did their best to remain calm, but anyone being chained into a chair and asked disturbing questions would make anyone angry.

"Is it true that you and your wife made frequent visits to Azkaban?" Crouch asked.

"That depends what you mean by frequent," Kenneth muttered through clenched teeth.

"Did you see him the day he was taken?" Crouch rephrased.

"No," Kenneth replied.

"How soon did you and wife visit Sirius Black when he was taken to Azkaban?" Crouch inquired.

"Two days after," Kenneth told him firmly.

"And since his arrest," Crouch went on, "how many times have you seen him?"

"I'm not sure," Kenneth replied. "Lost count, sorry."

"Well, how often do you go and see Sirius Black?" Crouch interrogated.

"Twice a month maybe," Kenneth said. "Especially during the holidays."

"Ah, I see," Crouch said. "And tell me, what were your reasons for going to the prison so often?"

"Because we know Black is innocent," Kenneth MacGreggor answered coolly and a few people gasped within the room. "Besides, it is good to visit one when he is in prison."

Kenneth MacGreggor looked like he wanted to make another comment; particularly about how often Crouch saw his son while he was in prison but thought better of it.

"What did Sirius Black tell you?" Crouch inquired. "What really happened?"

Kenneth leaned forward, "if you had just given the man a trial, Crouch, you wouldn't have to be asking me, now would you?"

Crouch banged on the table in front of him. "I will be asking the questions here, MacGreggor! Now answer the question! What did Sirius Black tell you when you went to see him during those frequent visits to Azkaban? Did he tell you how to bring back He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
"No," Kenneth growled. "He told me what really happened. He wasn't the one who betrayed the Potters. It was Peter Pettigrew. He was their secret Keeper."

"Even if that was true, MacGreggor," said Crouch, "Pettigrew is dead so he can't confirm that."

"Oh, he's alive," Kenneth insisted. "He is an unregistered animagus. He made it look like he cornered Sirius Black, shot off his own damn finger and transfigured to a rat then climbed down the sewers."

Crouch laughed lightly as if Kenneth just told him a joke. "I see, so he faked his death then?"

"That is correct," Kenneth replied.

"What else did you and Sirius talk about?"

"I told him I'd look for Pettigrew," Kenneth replied.

"And this is what you've been doing?" Crouch smiled. "Searching London for rats, are you? Do you realize how many rats live in this city—this country?"

"I know," said Kenneth muttered.

"How would you know if you found him?"

"Because he'd have a finger missing, of course," he retorted.

"So, you've been searching the London sewers for a rat for the past eight years?" He laughed and so did some of the Ministry wizards and witches. "You realize how crazy that sounds?"

"Perhaps," Kenneth said. "But since he is the one who actually did it, we should be looking for him."

"You are not in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Kenneth MacGreggor," said Crouch.

"I realize that," he sneered.

"Now, after your accident in the Quidditch Match against the Wasps last year," said Crouch as he looked at his notes, "your great uncle Kent MacGreggor of the School Governors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft passed away and let you take his place until they could fill his position?"

"That is right."

"It is true that illegal dark items were found at your desk last week?"

"But I…" Kenneth muttered, "Those weren't mine…."

"Answer the question, Mr. MacGreggor, were items found at your desk?" He glanced at his notes and read the information off of it. "A list of Death Eater's names, instructions of where to find He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, cursed necklaces, shrunken heads…practically everything from Knockturn Alley was sitting on your desk."

"Yes," Kenneth growled.

"Have you ever gone to Knockturn Alley, Mr. MacGreggor?" he inquired.

He paused and looked down. "Yes."

"And you purchased these things?"

"No!" he shouted. "Just unicorn blood! For medicinal purposes."

"I see," said Crouch. "Well you may step out for a moment as I interrogate your wife."

The chains came off Kenneth MacGreggor's arms; he stood up and stepped out of the room. Then his wife walked in, sat in the chair and the chains bounded her to it. She looked as if she had been weeping but her mouth was firm.

"State your name and profession," Crouch said.

"Iris Quigley MacGreggor," she replied. "I am a healer for St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."

"For how long?"

"Seven years."

"Your husband's testimony says you visited Black two days after he was taken to Azkaban?"

"That is correct."

"And you visit him twice a month?"

She nodded.

"Do you make any private visits without your husband, Healer MacGreggor?" Crouch inquired.

"I beg your pardon?" Iris demanded.

"Do you visit Sirius Black without your husband?" Crouch repeated. Iris stared for a moment. "Come on now, yes or no."

Iris took in a breath and bit her lip. "Yes, I have."

In the corner of the room Rita Skeeter copied down what Iris said and perhaps something her imagination came up with as well.

"And does your husband know?"

"Yes."

"He does?"

"Yes, he does," she said.

"And that does not bother him?"

"Apparently not, Mr. Crouch," she said with a sneer.

"I see," said Crouch. "Your husband informs us that Peter Pettigrew was actually the Potter's Secret Keeper and Sirius Black was framed. Can you confirm that?"

"That is true," Iris MacGreggor hissed. "Peter Pettigrew betrayed them. Sirius Black tried to stop him."

"And Peter faked his death?"

"Yes. He may still be in the sewers or hiding out as someone's pet rat."

"I see," said Crouch. "Now, please explain the nature of these private visits you make when you see Sirius Black, Mrs. MacGreggor. What do you talk about? Do you give him anything? How long do they last?"

Harry looked to his left where Mad Eye Moody sat beside a woman with red hair in a ponytail. She had a slender build and brown eyes. At a closer look, he realized she was the same woman that spoke to him at the World Cup after someone conjured the Dark Mark. She was twisting paper in her hands and biting her lower lip. Seeing this, Mad Eye Moody took her hand and held it in his lap.

"Relax, Maura," he said softly.

"Crouch has to stop with these sorts of questions," she hissed. "The MacGreggor's didn't do it. You know it, Al!"

"Of course I do," he whispered. "Just calm down. The hearing will be over in a minute."

"Our visists lasted to an hour at the most," Iris testified slowly, "We mostly spoke about school. I gave him chocolate sometimes."

"Chocolate?" Crouch inquired.

"It's an antidote to the icy feelings left from dementors, Crouch," Iris said with a grin, making Crouch feel like he was stupid. Some of the people laughed and he sneered.

"I knew that." He said. "Was there anything in this…chocolate?"

"Let's see," she said, "sometimes I got him chocolate frogs and fudge. Oh, and I got him come Cadbury's chocolate sometimes. He fancied muggle candy…it was mainly milk, cocoa, sugar…"

"I know what's in chocolate!" he exclaimed.

"Well, good."

Crouch waited for a moment before asking his next question. He picked up his list and looked at it. Iris tried to be patient.

"Now, would you please tell us your relationship with Sirius Black?"

"What do you mean?" Iris inquired.

"Is it true that you dated before?"

"No!" she muttered.

"And why is that?"

"Because my brothers wouldn't let him near me," she retorted. "That's why."

"Please keep your answers civil, Iris," said Crouch.

"I'll try," she muttered.

"So your brothers were protective over you, correct?" he inquired. "Especially more so when Sirius' brother Regulus became a Death Eater?"

"They were only really protective of me during my years at Hogwarts," Iris said. "I don't' think just because Regulus was a Death Eater doesn't mean Sirius would too."

"Perhaps not," said Crouch. "So you never were intimate with Sirius Black, were you?"

"No," Iris muttered. "Never."

"Now, there were times when you went into Knockturn Alley, correct?"

"Yes."

"Your husband said you only bought unicorn blood."

"That is true," Iris answered.

"Do you know that it is a crime to slay unicorns and drink their blood?"

"Yes," she began furiously, "but I never harmed a unicorn! Never—I-"

"And dark magic artifacts were found in your workspace," Crouch cut her off without letting her explain, "One of your patients died under your care…due to poisoning…"

"I never poisoned my patients!" she growled. "I have awards!"

"Yes, I see…"

"I saved your life once, Crouch!" she shouted. "Don't' you remember?"

"Perhaps," he said, "I am glad you didn't poison me."

Iris tried to move in the chained chair. "I don't poison my patients!"

"But you do have poison in the potion making chamber of the hospital, don't' you?" he asked.

"So we can study their effects, you fool!"

"Don't you talk that way to me," Crouch growled.

"I did not do it!" Iris yelled. "Malfoy set us up! They…"

Crouch cut her off again by going on with a list of her patients that seemed to becoming sicker instead of better. Madame Indigo stood up.

"Let her explain, Crouch!" she retorted.

"Please be seated, Maura," said Crouch coolly.

Moody grabbed Madame Indigo's arm and pulled her down. She looked like she wanted to tear Crouch apart.

"Please bring Kenneth MacGreggor back in," Crouch said and a wizard came down, opened the door to beckon Kenneth in. He was speaking to someone outside the door.

"Stay here," he said.

"But Daddy," said a girl's voice, "you didn't do it…you didn't."

"Stay here, Lydia," Kenneth said and he came back into the room. Another chair was drawn up for him and he sat down. He was chained to it.

"Those that agree with me that the MacGreggor's are Death Eaters and need to be imprisoned for,"

"NO!"

A short little girl in braided pigtails ran into the room. It was an eight year old Lydia. She looked from her parents up to Crouch. "They didn't do anything. It was the Malfoys. They set up my parents! They're not Death Eaters, Mr. Crouch!"

"Get the girl out of here!" said Crouch.

"Lydia," Iris began.

"The Malfoys put that stuff on my dad's desk—they poisoned my mother's patients—my mother never poisoned anyone!"

"Your parents are no longer fit to take care of you," said Crouch. "Now step outside…the Dementors will come and…"

"No!" she shouted and she went to her father and tried to pull the chains off him. "Let the chains off my Dad's arm…let him show you his arm! He doesn't have that skull and snake picture on it. Mr. Malfoy had it on his arm…just look at my Daddy's arm and you will see…just look at their arms!"

"Barty," Madame Indigo stood up, "do what she says. If they don't have the Dark Marks on their arms then they are not Death Eaters."

"Fine," he said and he ordered Madame Indigo and Ablator to go down and restrain them as they lifted their back their left sleeves. They were bare.

"See? See?" Lydia said. "They don't have it. They're not bad wizards."

"Just because they do not bear the Dark Mark doesn't necessarily they are not Death Eaters," said Crouch. "They still had dark items in their workplaces,"

"They were framed!" Lydia hissed.

"-Frequently seeing Sirius Black."

"But he's innocent!" Lydia cried.

"Buying unicorn blood."

"That's not the same as killing a unicorn!" Lydia exclaimed.

"Those of you that agree with me that these crimes are worth a life sentence in," Crouch said, looking around him.

"Wait!" Madame Indigo said. "They have a child. These causes certainly cannot be so severe for a life sentence, Barty!"

"I agree," said Dumbledore from the stands. "Who is going to support this girl as she goes to Hogwarts?"

"She can stay with a friend," Crouch muttered.

"They didn't do anything!" Lydia cried.

"Then how long then?" Crouch said, "two years? Five? Ten?"

A few gave them their idea of a sentence. Crouch raised his hand. "All in favor of a ten year sentence in Azkaban due to dealing with Dark Wizards and handling dark magical items."

"No!" Lydia cried.

"Barty, please, I saved your life!" Iris pleaded. "You'd know I'd never do something like this!"

The majority of the room raised their hands, giving their opinions that the MacGreggors were not capable of watching over their daughter.

"Very well," said Crouch. "A ten year sentence in Azkaban."

"You can't take my Mommy and Daddy away!" Lydia shouted. "You can't!"

"You will see them when you are eighteen," Crouch muttered.

Lydia ran up to the front, glaring and pointing at Crouch. "I hate you! I hate you Mr. Crouch! I'll never forgive you for this. Never, ever!"

"Please, sweetheart," said a witch in the stands. "Your parents are very disturbed. It is better you live away from them."

"But they're not bad! They're not bad!"

The dementors came into the courtroom, grabbing Iris and Kenneth. They struggled and Lydia pulled and her parents' robes.
"Mommy! Daddy! Don't' go!"

"We'll see you soon, Lydia…" said her father.

"No!" Lydia shouted. "No!"

Madame Indigo fought back sobs as she put her hands on Lydia's shoulders. The MacGreggors were whisked away.

The silver strands in the Penseive swirled around and Harry was back in Dumbledore's office. He looked at the Penseive for a while and sat back. He decided it was probably better not to mention to Lydia what he just saw. The way she lost her parents were as terrible the way he lost his.

-

Lydia jerked awake in the middle of the night and rubbed temple. She gasped for breath and got out of bed. She made a racket and a mess as she tried pouring herself some water.

"Lydia?" Serena called from her bed. "You okay?"

"Serena!" she gasped. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you."

Serena pushed back the blankets of her bed and walked to her. "It's okay. Why are you up?"

"Just thirsty," she lied and placed the pitcher back on the night stand. Her hand was shaking. "It's so damn hot."

"Let me pour it," Serena said softly, pouring the water into her cup. "You sure you're okay?"

Lydia sighed. "Well, I just had a weird dream about Mr. Crouch."

"Why would you be dreaming of Mr. Crouch?" Serena raised her eyebrow.

"Remember what Madame Indigo said in her reply?" Lydia inquired. "About Crouch being the one who put my parents in Azkaban?"

"Yeah, I remember," Serena replied.

"She didn't tell me the details of the hearing," she said. "I just dreamed about it. It was awful…he was asking them all these questions about Sirius Black and what they did when they went to see him. That's not of his business! I don't' care if it is his job!"

"Your parents are innocent, Lydia," said Serena.

"I hope Rita Skeeter doesn't hear about this," she said. "She might write about it…say I'm the one who killed him or something."

"Don't be silly," Serena insisted. "You didn't know he was the one who put your parents in prison. Madame Indigo modified your memory and a good thing too."

"I knew he looked familiar though at the World Cup," she insisted, "and when the champions were all picked. Something about him just made my blood boil every time I saw him."

"Well, you didn't do it, Lydia," Serena said. "We'll find out who really killed Mr. Crouch—if he is dead—he might be still alive."

"Yeah," Lydia sighed. "Might be."

-

Due to Crouch's possible murder and Harry's scar causing him pain, Madame Indigo saw fit to tell the girls she would come for the third and final task to help out. She hoped that nothing dangerous would happen to Harry but the Auror in her was telling her something was not right. The possible murder of Bertha Jorkins, the attack on muggles and the Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup, someone putting Harry Potter in the tournament and now that Barteimus Crouch was missing or dead could not be just coincidences anymore. Something else added to the drama. Mina got her reply from her mother about Ludo Bagman.

"I just got a letter from my Mom," Mina told Lita in the fourth year girls' Hufflepuff dormitory. "You won't believe this—but Bagman's not our man!"

"No way," Lita said, picking up the letter and looking it over. "We were so sure Bagman did it!"

"If it's not Bagman," said Artemis as he straightened up, "who could it be?"

"No idea, Artemis," Mina replied.

"All of these strange occurrences must be connected somehow." Artemis told the girls. "We have to be careful and watch who talks to Harry. I'm starting to fear who might have done this is planning to do him harm. Since we came back to England, Mina, it seems that the powers of darkness are still here. Something is not right. We'll have to inform the others."

"Mina, did your cat just talk?" asked Hannah Abbot as she walked inside the dorm.

"Uh," Mina looked from her cat to Hannah. Hannah stood up straight, looking nervous with her finger pointing at Artemis. Artemis' mouth was wide open.

"It did talk," said Hannah, starting to come closer. "He said something about 'informing the others'"

"Well, Hannah, uh, well, uh," Mina glanced at Lita who looked like she was trying to figure something.

"Artemis isn't an ordinary cat!" said Lita as she picked up Artemis, "he's um…special!"

"Lita," Mina muttered.

"And we can speak…um…Felinetongue!" Lita added with a grin.

"Really?" Hannah put her hands on her hips. "You mean, like parseltongue only instead of snakes you can talk to cats?"

'Yeah," Mina nodded.

"Wow, that's brilliant!" Hannah said, picking up Artemis. She started to speak to him slowly. "He-llo. My. Name. Is. Hannah. Hannah Abbot. I am in Huffle—puff too!"

Mina and Lita looked on trying not to laugh. Artemis groaned.

"Oh, I probably can't speak felinetongue!" Hannah mumbled. "Maybe I can just understand it…"

"Artemis, say something!" Mina hissed.

"Hi Hannah," Artemis said. "My name's Artemis."

"Hey, he understood me!" Hannah exclaimed. "I wish my cat could talk to me. Maybe I should try talking to her more. I'll bring her to Hogwarts with me next year!" She placed Artemis back down on Mina's bed, grabbed what she needed and left the room.

"That was close," Lita said, heaving a sigh.

"Yeah," Mina nodded. "Come on, we've got to tell everyone about my mom's letter."

AN: I wish my cat could talk to me too.

-

Serena could not believe what Mina and Lita told her. She was so certain Bagman was the one. It was what helped her believe that Harry was going to be all right—that no one was out to kill him. Now that she found out that Bagman wasn't the guy that put his name in the Goblet she hated to who might have actually done it. But how could it not be Bagman? He was always offering Harry help! Serena started to worry about Harry's safety and the welfare of Hogwarts. There was a traitor here somewhere and they had to find out who it was.

Madame Indigo advised them to keep a close eye on Harry and write her if his scar hurt or if anything new happened. Lydia saw fit to tell her that they were wrong about Bagman and that only made her believe more that something was wrong. Madame Indigo waited impatiently for the twenty-fourth so she could be there incase anything went wrong.

Raye consulted the fire when she could but it didn't show her who was behind it. Two days before the task, she sat in front of the fire while her house was asleep.

"I'm not leaving until you show me something!" she muttered to the fire. "What is happening to Hogwarts? Who put Harry's name in the Goblet? Is any of this stuff connected to what happened the night of the World Cup? Please show me!"

In the fire Raye saw a man with a turban around his head. Raye looked closely as the man began to remove the turban. It fell from his head and she saw that he had no hair. Then he began to turn around slowly. Raye leaned forward.

"Who are you?" she wondered out loud.

Then she saw that the man had another face. It had red eyes with black slits and snake-like nostrils, a lipless mouth. Raye gasped. The fire crackled and snapped. The man with two faces disappeared and a man in lilac robes with curly blond hair took his place. He was surrounded by books, awards and admirers. The people froze up and could to move. He put on a show of bravery and then when something bad happened, when scary, disturbing messages were written on walls and a gigantic snake was moving about, the man tried to leave. The hero of the day was Harry Potter instead of the man everyone seemed to admire. The man lost his memory and he was lying in a sterile bed with a silly look on his face.

"What is this?" Raye asked herself. "Who are these people?"

The fire continued to show her something else. A man in old, raggedy robes with a scar on his face walked around, helping Harry Potter and other students. There was a kindness in his eyes she did not see in the others, as well as a look of sorrow. Behind him, the moon started to become full and he looked scared. Raye gasped as the man became a werewolf. Students were scared and the man had to leave. Harry Potter and a few others did not want him to go. Then the man and the two previous began to rotate in a circle.

"Look at the pattern," said a voice inside the fire, "break the cycle."

"What pattern?" Raye said. "What cycle?"

"All these men had a secret," said the voice. "They were not who they appeared to be. There is another with a secret. Look at the pattern. Break the cycle."

The three men's faces rotated in a circle. The man with two faces, the star who was a fraud, the kind but dangerous werewolf rotated in the fire. Following the werewolf was a shadowy figure. The voice repeated the words to Raye one more time.

"Look at the pattern. Break the cycle."

The fire cracked and the image disappeared. Raye sat back and sighed as she rubbed her head.

"That made no sense," she said. "How am I supposed to break the cycle if I don't know what it is? Who are those guys anyway?"

-

Raye continued to dream about the mysterious men she saw in the fire until the day of the third task. Apparently they were trying to tell her something but she didn't get it.

"End of the year exams today, Raye," said Draco Malfoy as he followed her to breakfast.

"I know," Raye replied. "We have Defense against the Dark Arts first, don't we?"

"I'm sure with the luck we had with our previous teachers we might not have to take it," Draco said.

"What do you mean?" Raye inquired.

"Didn't you hear?" Draco asked with a slight smile. "The Defense against the Dark Arts subject is jinxed. I haven't had a teacher last a whole year since I started coming to Hogwarts."

"Why, what happened?"

"Our first teacher died, the second lost his memory," Draco explained, "and good too because I didn't like him much. He made everyone make him think he was some hero but he was just taking credit what other witches and wizards done. Took their memories away after he interviewed them."

"He did?" Raye inquired, raising an eyebrow. All this started to sound familiar to her. "What about the last guy?"

"Oh, Lupin?" Draco said. "He dressed like our old house elf. His robes were all shabby. I didn't want to get too close to him incase I'd catch germs…or fleas.
"What do you mean fleas?" Raye demanded. "Just because he couldn't afford decent robes doesn't mean he lived in a garbage bin, Draco."

"You really didn't know, did you?" he asked. "We should've told you earlier. Lupin was a werewolf."

"What?" Raye stopped and grabbed his arm before they entered the Great Hall. "What do you mean he was a werewolf? Did you know about this the whole time?"

"No, Professor Snape told everyone at breakfast around this time this year," said Draco. "So poor Lupin had to leave the school. No one would want a werewolf teaching their kids, would they? And Moody's going to only be here for one year. He's probably hoping this year would go quickly before he loses another body part." He gave a short laugh, walked to the Slytherin Table and sat down. Raye remained standing at the entrance and thought over what Draco said. The men Raye saw in the fire and her dreams, could they be the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors?

"Hi Raye!" said Sofia as she came up behind Raye and scaring the daylights out of her.

"Aaah!" Raye screamed and whirled around. "Sofia!"

"Oh, sorry," Sofia said softly, "I didn't mean to scare you. Come on. Let's eat. I'm starved!"

"Yeah, sure," Raye whispered as she followed Sofia to the table and they took their seats. Raye picked at her food as she thought things over. If the men were the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers then that meant that they had secrets. Quirrel was the one with two faces and he ended up dying. Lockhart was the one who acted like he was famous but he was a fraud. Lupin was the nice guy with lycanthropy. If all these men had secrets, if this was the pattern the dream was showing her then this was the cycle she was supposed to break. Something was going to happen to Moody. Moody must've had some kind of secret.

"You okay, Raye?" Sofia asked.

"Yeah," Raye mumbled.

"Today's your end of year exams, isn't it?" Sofia inquired. "Well, good luck."

"Thanks."

Down the table, Raye heard Draco shout at Harry Potter. "Hey Potter! Potter! How's your head? You feeling all right? You sure you're not going to go berserk on us?"

"What's Draco talking about?" Raye demanded.

"You ought to keep up with recent events, Hino!" Pansy Parkinson sneered as she pushed the Daily Prophet to her.

"I hate recent events," Raye moaned, glancing up at Harry. He was reading the Daily Prophet and she turned through it. When she finished she folded the newspaper and handed it back to Pansy. "I'll see you guys in class."

After Harry read Rita's article, Serena took it and began reading it. She gasped at a certain line. "No way!"

Pansy Parkinson gives her two Knuts on why Harry Potter has been acting this way. "He and Serena Tsuknino broke up. I bet he's depressed and he's trying to win her back."

"Ouch!" Serena muttered as she turned to look at Pansy. "Of all the nerve!"

"I hope you're satisfied, Tsukino," Pansy said, "Look at what you did to poor Harrykins!" She gave a high and annoying giggle. Serena got up to shut her ugly doglike face as Lydia grabbed her arm.

"Forget it, Serena," Lydia said.

"Come on," Serena muttered, "let's get to Binns."

"Draco's lying," said Justin Finch-Fletchy from the Hufflepuff table as he skimmed over the article. "Harry was telling the snake to leave me alone."

"Wait," Mina whispered, "the snake went after you?"

"Yeah," Justin replied and explained how Draco and Harry fought at the Dueling Club. "It looked like he was trying to make it attack me—but he told it to leave me alone and it did. Draco Malfoy's making Harry look like he's mad or something."

-

Professor Moody seemed to be nervous about something as he waited for the students to come in for their exams. Raye tapped her mouth. 'What is his secret? What is he hiding?'

The rest of the class came inside and sat at their desks. Professor Moody picked up a tack of tests off his desk. The class was surprised they would be writing in his class when they were doing a lot of hands-on assignments. Raye quickly raised her hand.

"Um, Professor," said Raye, "before you give us the tests—I have a question."

"Yes, Miss Hino?"

Raye swallowed and tapped her fingernails on the desk. "You were Maura Indigo's Auror partner, right?"

"Yes," he growled.

"You never mentioned much about your Auror days," Raye continued, "could you probably tell us what kind of cases you worked together? The people you caught?"

"Considering of becoming an Auror after Hogwarts, Miss Hino?"

She shrugged. "Sure."

"What happened about becoming the next weird sister?" Pansy Parkinson hissed from a few desks away.

Raye glared at her and looked back up at Moody. "I just….want to know what it was like. What made you want to become an Auror, Professor Moody?"

"I am afraid I don't have time to reminisce on my Auror days," the Defense against the Dark Arts professor said gruffly, putting her test on the desk. "These exams should last the whole period. Do not waste time on them—constant vigilance!"

Raye looked at her test and then watched Professor Moody move around the room. Raye put her chin in her hand. She was being vigilant. She never had been so vigilant before in her life. She was getting vibes that Professor Moody wasn't really who he said he was. She was going to take some action. She would have to keep a real close inner eye on Moody for the rest of the day.

-

Madame Indigo arrived at the Great Hall in the middle of dinner. Lydia and the girls bounded up to go and see her.

"You've made it!" Lydia exclaimed. "We had our end of the year exams today. Binns' class was a nightmare!"

"Hopefully the third task will make up for it," Madame Indigo smiled. "How are ye girls today?"

"Fine," Mina answered. She looked at the Slytherin table. "Hey, where's Raye?"

"Probably studying for her finals," Serena shrugged.

"So close to the third task?" Lita asked.

"She'd show up," said Madame Indigo. "I need to see my old partner. Have any of you seen him?"

"I had him last period," said Ami. "His test was rather enjoyable."

Dumbledore approached Madame Indigo. "Hello Maura—come to help out at the tournament?"

"I hope you don't' mind, Albus," Madame Indigo said. "I've heard about the recent events and I thought you may need an extra Auror on hand."

"Thank you," Dumbledore said. "I do hope nothing happens tonight. But with the infamous 'Dynamic Duo' here tonight, I think we'd be ready for anything."

Madame Indigo smiled, "Why thank you. Have you seen Al?"

"He said he'd bring the cup to the middle of the maze," Dumbledore explained. "He should be back in a minute."

-

Moody placed the golden cup on the stone alter in the middle of the maze. He pointed his wand at it and muttered a spell. It glowed red temporally. Moody grinned and reached into his robes for his hip flask.

He took a swig and placed it back on his belt. He then noticed his keyes were missing.

"My keys," he said, "where are my keys?"

He looked around the ground. "Did I drop them? Damn!"

He searched the maze and came outside. Then he thought of something. What he forgot them in his desk?

-

Raye tiptoed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, gazed around and climbed the stairs as silently as a cat. She knocked on the door.

"Professor Moody?"

There was no answer. Raye tried the doorknob and forced the door open. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She came into the middle of the room, arms at her sides.

"All right, Professor Moody," she whispered, "if you do have a secret, I'm going to find out what it is!"

She went to the bookcase and opened book after book to see if there were any hidden documents inside. She shook them and flipped through carefully. She looked at everything on the shelves. There was something strange. She didn't see any pictures of him as an Auror. No awards or anything. She rubbed her head.

"Is he…like ashamed of being an Auror or something?" Raye wondered out loud. "Or was Madame Indigo just the one who kept all their keepsakes?"

She crossed over to his desk and sat behind it. She began going through the draws and filing through papers. Then she found a set of keys in the last draw. She picked them up and looked around the room. They had to have gone to something. Then she spotted a large chest at the side of the room. Raye jumped up and hurried to the seven-lock chest. She put a key in the first lock and found it didn't fit. She studied the keys and one in another until it fit.

"Yes!" Raye said in triumph as the lock. She pushed the top up and looked inside where there was a collection of spell books. Raye reached inside and opened the books. She let out a groan when she didn't find anything on him. It was a good sign—so far he didn't have a secret—but what was the point of all these weird circumstances? What was the point of her visions? There had to be a secret Moody was hiding. How come he never told his classes about his Auror days? Why weren't there any awards, pictures, clippings of his past?

Raye put another key in the second lock, opened the trunk and saw some quills and parchment and a silvery cloak. Curious, she reached in wrapped it around her. She gasped when her body vanished.

"Invisibility cloak!" she said. Then she remembered what she and the scouts found when they were looking for Crouch.

Sailor Mercury gasped. "Oh my goodness! It's a demiguise hair!"

"What's a demiguise?" Sailor Moon inquired.

"It looks like an ape," Sailor Mercury explained, "they can turn invisible!"

. "So—Crouch was captured by some invisible ape?" Sailor Rainbow asked, rubbing her head. "I don't understand."

"No, demiguise are peaceful and they're from the Far East," Sailor Mercury said quickly. "But their hair can be spun into invisibility cloaks."

"Wait, so this person must've been wearing an invisibility cloak?" Sailor Venus asked.

"Yes," said Mercury with a nod. "It seems that the person who attacked Crouch knew he was coming. I think Rainbow's right—whoever did this did not want Crouch to talk to Dumbledore."

Raye looked closely in the threads. They looked so much like the thread Sailor Mercury found that night. Raye pushed the invisibility cloak back in and continued to look in teach trunk compartment. She found the awards and pictures of him as an Auror. His face looked like it was scaratched out. Madame Indigo had her mouth covered, staring at where partner's face was supposed to be. Raye opened the next compartment and dug through it. She found some letters. One was from…she could not believe it…Wormtail?

Barty,

Your father has escaped. Our Lord is not pleased. He is coming to tell Dumbledore. You have to stop him. Do whatever you have to. You must make sure he does not tell Dumbledore our plans to return our master.

Wormtail

Raye stared at the letter and looked at others. There were more from Wormtail with instructions of what he was supposed to do.

Our master is weak. He needs a new body. Unicorn blood and Najani's venom can only sustain him. There is a way we can bring him back to power. If it works he may become even more powerful than before. There is the old Bone, Flesh and Bone spell.

"Bone, flesh and blood?" Raye wondered out loud as she picked up another letter. "What's that?"

The next letter had the incantation of the spell.

Bone of the father, unknowingly given you will renew your son.

Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master.

Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe.

Raye couldn't believe the sinister words on the paper. They sounded so sick. She'd hate to witness this kind of spell take place. She saw on the same letter how the spell was going to work.

We will use our master's muggle father's bones so we will have to perform the ritual in Little Hangleton where Tom Riddle is buried. I will use my own flesh. Our master has many enemies anybody's blood will do but he wants Harry Potter's blood. With Harry Potter's blood he may rise to full power and the protective charm his mother put on him should be lifted. If you make sure Potter gets to us our master will reward you greatly.

"This is sick!" Raye hissed, throwing the letter back into the mess of papers. "Sick! They're going to use Harry's blood to bring Voldemort back?"

"My teacher isnt' the real Moody," Raye said, "where's the real Moody?" she put in the next key. "Does one of these compartments leave a clue?"

In the next compartment she found some dark items. She closed it, put in the seventh and final key. She pushed up the lid and peered inside. It was a lot deeper than the other compartments. Once she got a good look, she saw what Moody was hiding. He was hiding the real Moody. Raye gasped and covered her mouth.

Moody was missing his magical eye and his peg leg. His hair was cut in uneven angles. He was starving to death. Raye stared at his body for a while, wondering if he was dead alive. She reached her arm in and pushed his shoulder gently.

"Mr. Moody? Mr. Moody, are you all right?" she asked. "Can you hear me? Mr. Moody?"

But Moody didn't say anything. He didn't even moan. She felt his breathing and his pulse. He needed medical care immediately. Raye slowly got to her feet and touched her face, nervously running her hands through her head.

"What do I do?" she wondered out loud. "What do I do?"

Her heart was racing and she swallowed.

"Dumbledore," she whispered. "I've got to tell Dumbledore."

Raye turned around and the door opened. Professor Moody, the fake Moody stood in the doorway. Raye screamed and backed up. Moody looked at her curiously and stepped inside.

"Is there something I can help you with, Miss Hino?" he asked.

Raye collided into the desk. She could not answer. She was trapped inside a room with a Death Eater. What was she going to do? She had forgotten she was a sailor scout. She forgotten she was a witch. She was going to die. She knew it. He was going to kill her just like he killed his father.

Moody glanced inside the trunk and looked at Raye. A strange mile spread across his lips. He saw the keys next to the trunk.

"Ahh, there are my keys," he said. "Thank you for finding them for me, Miss Hino. But I must ask you, what are you doing in my office?"

Raye swallowed and fought to find her voice. "You…you're not Professor Moody. You're a death eater, aren't you? You're Barty Crouch!"

"You are too vigilant for your own good," he said. "I'm going to have to do something about that…shouldn't be snooping around, Miss Hino."

"I'm not just vigilant," Raye said, "I'm psychic! This scheme of yours is not going to work!"

"I don't think so," he reached into his robes and pulled out his wand. Raye's eyes widened. She didn't have time to react. He conjured ropes around her head, arms and legs . Raye fell to the ground. She was shocked that he didn't kill her.

"I'm afraid you'll have to miss the tournament, Miss Hino," he said as he picked he rup. "But I will be back to tell you when its over…I'll tell you when Harry picks up the cup and disappears into the unknown. Then I may have our master kill you for snooping around in a Death Eater's business. Or if I'm feeling charitable I may just modify your memory or put the imperious curse on you instead. It depends how I feel."

Raye thrashed around and tried to speak through her ropes. He threw her into the trunk with the real Moody and slammed the top down. He locked the trunk and got to his feet. He came out of his office placing the keys onto his belt as Madame Indigo came inside.

"Alastor!" she said. "I've been looking for you."

"What are you doing here, Maura?" he demanded.

"Don't' sound too happy to see me, Al," she muttered. "I've come to help on the last task and it's about to start. Come on now."

-

"Ladies and gentlemen," Bagman said, "the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tired in first place, with eighty-five points each—Mr. Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter both of Hogwarts School. In second place, with eight points—Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute and in third place—Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beaxbatons Academy!"

The crowd cheered madly for their champions. Lita danced around in her seat with her same yellow and black "GO CED-SENPAI" sign.

"Our Champions will go in to find the cup in the middle of the maze," Susan Applebee informed, "there will be some challenges they have to face along the way. Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody and visiting today—Maura Indigo—will be patrolling the outside to rescue our champions if any of them wish to be rescued."

"Well, we have the legendary 'Dynamic Duo' with us today," said Bagman, "I don't think there' s much to worry about!"

Madame Indigo waved at the stands and Lydia and her friends waved and whistled back. Some people didn't know she was.

"Cedric and Harry will go first," said Bagman, "followed by Vikctor and Fleur. Are you ready?"

Many people screamed, "yes!" and "Just get on with it!"

Bagman blew his whistle and the two champions in the lead ran into the maze. The crowd watched anxiously. They were able to see the kinds of things the champions couldn't. Serena muttered orders to Harry.

"No, Harry, wrong way. Not that way, go left! No, dead end-ahh-look out! Harry, get that…whatever that thing is!"

Susan and Bagman commented through the task, explaining what objects they encountered.

"That was a boggart Harry just triumphed over," said Susan. "A boggart is a dark creature that changes to what you fear most. It seems Harry fears dementors."

"I believe I can't blame him, Susan," said Bagman.

"Man, are those the skrewts we worked within Hagrid's class?" Lita said as Cedric barely got away from a lethal blast.

"Oh, it looks like Fleur Delacour had a shock." Bagman said. "She fainted."

The Beaxbatons groaned and hissed. Some called at her to get up.

"Hey, Harry's floating in midair!" Serena exclaimed. "What happened?"

"It looks like he got caught in a disorder enchantment," Hermione theorized.

"A what?" Serena raised her eyebrow.

"Look, he got free!" Lydia exclaimed, pointing down at the maze. Harry had his feet back on the ground and he was running around looking for the center of the maze. Serena continued to mutter orders as if she were watching some kind of horror film.

"No, Harry, that's another dead end!" she exclaimed. "Go back, go back!"

Then Harry turned around and continued running. Serena screamed at the thing he was about to face.

"No, Harry! Watch out! Not that way—you don't' want to see,"

She almost expected Harry to scream and run away when he saw the giant thing. Hermione gasped.

"It's a Blast-Ended Skrewt!" she said.

"Hagrid had us take care of those?" Serena demanded. She flinched when it shot a blast of fire at Harry. "Oh no!"

"Use the Impediment Curse, Harry!" Hermione commanded. "Slow it down—something!"

Harry used the curse Hermione was urging him to do and just as the Skrewt was inches away from Harry it stopped. Serena and Hermione let out sighs of relief.

Down on the ground Madame Indigo continued to walk around the task, keeping a good ear for any screams and a good eye for any red sparks. She noticed Moody staring through the hedges and muttering some things and pointing his wand. What was he doing? Was he helping some students through the task so they wouldn't have to disqualify themselves?

Then Bagman made a disturbing comment. He wasn't sure how to say it. "Er, it seems that Mr. Krum may have been enchanted somehow or another."

The Hufflepuffs were on their feet yelling as Krum hit Cedric with the Crutacious Curse. Some of the Durmstrang students looked at their champion in disbelief, shaking their heads.

"Viktor wouldn't' do something like that!" Sofia exclaimed. "What happened to him?"

The crowd shouted for joy when Harry burned through hedge and stunned Krum. The Hufflepuffs breathed a sigh of relief.

"And Harry saves Cedric!" Bagman said. "He ought to get more points for that…"

Ami looked at her watch and glanced at the Slytherin crowd. "Where's Raye? She's missing this."

The crowd watched the two remaining champions move on through the maze. Hermione was amazed when Harry met the sphinx.

"How is Harry supposed to get passed it?" Lydia inquired. "He certainly doesn't have to fight it, does he?"

"No, look, see?" said Hermione, pointing. "She's giving him a riddle. He'll have to get it right. Oh…Harry, don't mess up!"

"I wonder what kind of riddle she's giving him," Serena said. "I hope it's nothing too hard."

Harry was taking his time to get the riddle down. Hermione, Lydia and Serena watched anxiously with their fingers crossed.

"Come on, Harry," said Serena.

"You should've given him some riddles, Hermione," said Ron.

"I didn't know there'd be sphinxes, Ron!" Hermione muttered.

"He did it," Serena said, "see, she's letting him pass!"

"Oh, he's so close!" Hermione said. "Hurry, Harry. Cedric's almost there!"

Harry and Cedric entered the center of the maze. The Hufflepuffs were jumping up and down with glee, urging their champion on and then they saw the creature.

"Oh no, Ced, watch out!" Lita shouted.

"Mr. Diggory had better watch where he's going!" Bagman exclaimed.

Harry shouted at Cedric and he saw the spider. He lunged and tripped. For about the fifth time Lita had to shield her eyes.

"Oh, I can't look!" she wailed. "Tell me if he makes it, Mina!"

"Now the Acrumantula is after Harry!" Bagman informed. "Try transfiguring something ito a giant fly!"

Serena shrieked as the spider picked Harry up in its front legs. Ron closed his eyes and shivered while rubbing his hands over his body as if spiders were crawling up and down him. Serena winced and grabbed her leg just as Harry was bit in his.

"Oh, Harry!"

Now they saw Cedric trying to save Harry but whatever spells the two young wizards weren't working. Finally, the spider dropped Harry and he got up. He and Cedric together attacked the spider. The Acrumantula fell over onto an edge and blocking the path with its long and hairy legs. Serena sighed and grabbed Lydia.

"I thought that spider was going to eat him!" she wailed.

Harry and Cedric stood talking to each other. No one, not even the commentators could figure out what was taking them so long. Susan rubbed her head.

"It seems," she said slowly, "that they are trying to decide who should have the cup. They both helped each other in this task."

Scattered yells came through the crowd for both Cedric and Harry.

"Get the cup, Harry!" Serena said. "You deserve it!"

On the Hufflepuff side Lita called out to Cedric. "Ced-senpai. You saw the cup first. Go and get it. What are you waiting for? Come on already!"

"Hurry and decide while we're still young!" Draco Malfoy hollered.

Then something happened none of them probably would have thought of. Cedric helped Harry to his feet and with his arm around him, the two champions approached the cup.

"They're going to take the cup together!" Susan exclaimed. "It's still a Hogwarts victory. They're both going to win!"

Many people thought this was an excellent idea. They jumped to their feet.

"Come on, Harry, Cedric!" Serena cried. "Pick it up!"

"No, let Potter get it," Moody mumbled. "Potter, get the cup…"

Madame Indigo heard him. Why did he want Harry to get the cup?

They came on either side. They looked at each other and grasped handle. Then before their very eyes, the champions disappeared. Bagman and Susan went quiet. They didn't' know it was a portkey.

"Where are they?" Serena exclaimed. "Where'd they go?"

Susan looked at Bagman. They tried to come up with something to say.

"Uh, er," Susan swallowed, "it seems the cup was a portkey. They should be transported to…to the great hall! Yes, maybe?"

She knew it didn't sound convincing but she had to say something. The crowd looked worried. Madame Indigo approached her partner. He had a certain grin on his face she'd never, ever seen him wear before. It scared her and then something struck her.

This man was not her partner.

"No," she muttered. "It can't be!"

"What is it, Maura?" Moody inquired.

Madame Indigo pointed her wand at him. "Expelliarmus!"

"No!" Moody cried and he flew back, losing his wand. The crowd looked on in shock. Bagman tried to keep them calm.

"It seems that…maybe they made a bet?" he suggested. "And Maura Indigo lost?"

Madame Indigo grabbed Moody by the robes and punched him in the face. She held him against the ground.

"Who are you?" she demanded. "And what have you done with my partner?"

To Be Continued