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Chapter 35 -

"What's the gwan, Barty?" Barty Crouch Junior awakened to find himself staring straight at the grinning face of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Barty, one of the dark lord's most loyal followers, had ended up being taken to Azkaban along with the Lestranges after getting caught torturing the Longbottoms, though his situation was very different as his father, Barty Crouch senior, had snuck him out of Azkaban years ago and had Junior's mother polyjuice as him, given that she was dying anyway, it allowed her to die while also freeing her son.

Unfortunately for Junior he wasn't immediately freed, his father had kept him under lock and key, had hidden him away in their house, keeping him under a strict diet of potions along with ever so helpfully using the imperious curse when needed to make sure that nobody would see him. It didn't last as long as Barty Senior would like, only this summer he was able to escape and find his way back to the dark lord. One thing lead to another and the next thing anyone knew was that he was using polyjuice potion to impersonate Mad-Eye Moody after he had captured him and was now part of a plan to get Potter to the dark lord to help revive him.

"Bellatrix?" Barty blinked as he registered the fact that he was tied up to a chair and no longer looking like Moody, though those thoughts quickly took a seat in the back of his mind as he grinned upon remembering that he was staring at Bellatrix, one of the dark lord's most loyal followers. "Bellatrix!" He grinned like a madman.

"I think it's actually supposed to be 'wagwan', Aunty." A voice corrected Bellatrix just before a pink-haired woman came into a view.

"Who are you?" Barty blurted out.

"This is my niece, Tonks," Bellatrix happily told him with a proud voice as she pulled Tonks to her with a one-sided hug, Tonks gave her a small grin as she was being hugged. "She takes after me." She told Barty, looking quite pleased.

"She follows the master?" Barty asked, grinning once again.

"She follows my master as loyalty as I do," Bellatrix smirked before planting a kiss on the side of Tonks's head. "Such a good girl." Bellatrix let out a happy sigh before releasing Tonks and staring at Barty. "Now, we need to take care of you."

"Bellatrix, I'm still serving the dark lord," Barty laughed. "I served him even now! I've come to Hogwarts because of his very orders!"

"We know, I read your mind when you were unconscious," Tonks spoke as if reading the minds of people who weren't conscious was one of the most common things in the world.

"Eh?" Barty blinked intelligently.

"Yeah, Master taught me how." Tonks grinned. "I'm not as good as him, well...to be fair, nobody is, but I'm pretty good, all things considered."

"What are you on about?" Barty shook his head in confusion, starting to get quite uncomfortable. "Untie me at once."

"Sorry, wickle Barty," Bellatrix said, to her credit, she sounded at least somewhat apologetic. "But we can't do that. Our master has orders for you."

"What?! What are you talking about?!" He demanded to know. "I'm here on the dark lord's orders!"

"Yes, well, unfortunately, our master doesn't really like him." Tonks shrugged.

"What?!" Barty blurted out. "You serve the dark lord, don't you?!"

"Hmm, not really." Tonks shook her head in the negative.

"Not anymore," Bellatrix answered. "I've found a new master, a better one." A dreamy smile appeared on her face.

"What?!" A furious look appeared on Barty's face. "You traitorous whore! You stupid bint! Who do you think..." The rest of Bart's rant was interrupted by a hard slap across his face, courtesy of Tonks.

"Oi! Don't talk about my aunt like that again." Tonks glared at him, her hair having turned red.

"Did you just slap me?! You little..."

"Oi!" Bellatrix cut him off quickly with a slap to the other side of his face. "Don't talk to my niece like that!"

"I..."

"You should also watch your language!" Tonks slapped him again. "Honestly, you kiss your mother with that mouth?!"

"My mother is dead!" Barty yelled at her before getting slapped by Bellatrix.

"So is mine, get over your dead parents already." Bellatrix sounded quite annoyed. "And did you call me a whore earlier?!" She slapped him again.

"He called you a stupid bint as well." Tonks reminded her as she slapped Barty again. Bellatrix paused before her eyes lit up with anger.

"That's right, he did!" She slapped Barty again.

"Stop slapping me!" Barty snapped, in pain with bruised cheeks.

"Yeah, let me have a turn." A rough voice growled before a familiar sound entered Barty's ears, causing him to pale significantly, as it wasn't just the sound he recognised, but the voice as well.

"I...you're supposed to be in my trunk!" Barty hissed with disbelief as he stared at the angry form of Mad-Eye Moody who was limping towards him.

"I was released early for good behaviour!" Moody growled as he pulled his wand out. "Now, let's talk about what I'm going to do to you." A sadistic grin appeared on his face as the tip of his wand glowed a bright red.

Same time at Hogwarts:

"Class is over, get lost," Mad-Eye Moody grunted as he stood in front of his class of fourth years. "Potter! You stay behind." He barked. "I want to talk to you."

"I'll see you guys in the common room," Harry whispered to his friends before he walked over to Moody, the two waited until every person had left the classroom. Once the last person was out, Harry flicked his wrist and the door closed before the entire room became covered in privacy charms. "So, that was a pretty nice lesson." Harry grinned.

"Thanks," Moody let out an amused snort before his body suddenly shifted into the form of Harry Potter. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Second-Harry grinned.

"Ooh, you're so handsome," Harry grinned, licking his lips as he stared at his own form. "It's a shame I don't swing that way, even for myself."

"If we did, would that be incest or masturbation?" Second-Harry wondered.

"Why put a label on something?" Harry joked. "The real Moody should be enjoying himself right about now."

"Well, who wouldn't enjoy torturing somebody who had captured them?" Second-Harry asked.

"True, true," Harry agreed with a nod. "If all goes to plan then I should soon have a loyal Moody in my corner as well."

"Is he really necessary?" Second-Harry frowned.

"No, but better to have a pawn than let the other side have it," Harry replied. "Moody will be able to prove his usefulness at my side."

"Hmm." Second-Harry hummed.

"You want to say something?" The original Harry asked, raising a single eyebrow.

"It's just...do you really think that this is the best way to go about all of this?" The second Harry asked hesitantly, earning a cold look from the original Harry which made him cringe. "I mean, is all of this really necessary? We could forget Dumbledore and just go and do whatever we want whenever we want, ignore the world's problems and have fun, you know?" He asked.

"There is only the mission," Harry glared at him, looking more annoyed than anything else. "Everything else, comes after that, and that does include fun."

"Yeah, but I..."

"Hold it, shut up for a second." Original Harry's eyes glowed brighter as he stared at his copy for several seconds before rolling his eyes and slapping himself on the forehead. "I messed up when I made you, I'm sorry, that's on me." He sighed before he waved his hand, causing the second Harry to disappear in a flash of golden light. Harry lightly picked a single hair from his head and stared at it, he smiled slightly before he lightly blew on it, causing it to slip from his grip and fly into the air before the hair suddenly transformed. A second later a new Harry Potter landed in front of the original. "Hmm," Harry stared at the new version of himself for a few seconds before the brightness of his eyes decreased to their normal level. "Hmm, much better."

"Agreed," The new Harry nodded in agreement. "That last me was sloppy and poorly made." He frowned.

"Yeah, well, despite all evidence to the contrary, I'm not perfect, I do occasionally half-ass things." Original Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. "Anyway, I'll be going now, don't forget to say 'constant vigilance' constantly, Moody likes that."

"Aye-Aye, sir." New Harry gave him a mock salute before his body transformed into Mad-Eye Moody's body, complete with the peg leg and fake eyes.

"Mad-Eye," Harry gave a small nod before he turned on his feet and disappeared from the room.

"Show off." The fake Moody laughed.

On the evening of the championship selection, all of the students from all of the schools gathered in the great hall, the tables had been pushed off to the side so as to allow the goblet of fire to rest in the middle of the room. The judges for the tournament were all in the hall as well, Dumbledore for Hogwarts while Madam Maxime and Igor Karkaroff were the judges from their own schools, Ludo Bagman (a famous ex-quidditch player) was also one of the judges as he was representing the British Ministry thanks to his role as the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Barty Crouch Senior was also supposed to be there, but he wasn't as he had 'fallen ill', not that Harry knew anything about that, leaving his assistant, Percy Weasley of all people, to take over for him.

Harry was calmly sitting at the Slytherin table, one arm wrapped around Isabella who was leaning into him. He stared across the hall at Moody, the real Moody, and watched as the man performed several detection spells on his drink along with performing a few precautionary sniffs before waiting a minute until he finally decided that the pumpkin juice was safe enough to drink. Harry couldn't help but smile at seeing the man's legendary paranoia in action, though Harry guessed that it had probably gotten worse after actually being kidnapped and held captive for a while. Thankfully, Harry had been able to turn the incident around in his favour and use it to gain Moody's loyalty.

Gaining Moody's loyalty was a lot easier than Harry would have expected it to be, given the fact that the man's legendary reputation included being an absolutely loyal supporter of Dumbledore and being stubborn to a fault. But despite all that, Moody wasn't a loyal dog, he was a man who had spent years teaching himself and others to observe with their own eyes and act on the information they had gathered without letting personal biases and opinions get in the way. Once Harry had provided proof of what he was saying and told Moody of his goals, he was eventually able to get the man to join, though Harry wouldn't have been surprised if his offer to regrow Moody's eye and leg at the end of the year had helped sway the older man to his side.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," Dumbledore greeted once the hall had quietened down enough for the elderly man to start talking. "Welcome, welcome one and all to the championship selection!" His voice boomed throughout the hall, earning more than a few cheers from the crowd. "Yes, yes, I am glad that you are all excited, I assure you that nobody in this room is as excited as I am." He smiled brightly at the room, his eyes twinkling madly.

'This will work," He thought to himself. 'It has to.' Dumbledore continued smiling as his plan would soon come into action and be the first part of righting the world.

If all went to plan, Harry Potter would be entered into the tournament, and that part should definitely go to plan given that he himself had placed young Harry's name in the goblet. Then, hopefully, the rest of the school would turn on Harry, making it easier for Dumbledore to encourage the belief that Harry was not in fact a good person and he was hopeful that the tasks would stop the threat of Harry Potter once and for all, he doubted they actually would be able to finish him off since the prophecy insisted that Voldemort and Harry had to die at each other's hands, but if not outright kill then the tasks should at least weaken Harry enough for Dumbledore to be able to do something.

Everyone in the hall watched as the fire from the magical goblet suddenly transformed from blue to crimson red, causing many to stare at it with awe. Dumbledore smiled and waved his wand, causing all of the candles and lights in the room to go out until it was only the light from the goblet that illuminated the room along with the moonlight from the sky that shined in through the window.

"It appears to me that the goblet of fire has made its decision," Dumbledore said, the great hall quiet as everyone hung onto his every word. Dumbledore glanced around the room, seeing many hopeful expressions from students that obviously hoped to be chosen, he skimmed past all of the students, his eyes briefly landing on Harry Potter who looked more amused than anything else. 'Soon, Harry, soon.' Dumbledore thought to himself. "Now, let us see who has been chosen to represent their schools. In a moment the goblet will expel out a trio of parchments with the names of the chosen champions, when I read your name out, you will please stand up and retrieve your paper from me before you enter into a side chamber in the back where you will wait to receive further instructions for the first task. Now, I wish you all, the best of luck." Dumbledore managed to add just before a piece of parchment spat out of the goblet, the fire turning back to blue after the parchment had left it and floated in the air briefly before landing in Dumbledore's hands. "And now, allow me to introduce the champion for Beauxbatons school of magic, it is none other than Miss Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore gestured in the direction where the French students were sat, Fleur proudly stood up as many of her fellow students cheered for her while the others complained and some even cried over not being chosen. Fleur gracefully walked over to Dumbledore and took the parchment from his hand, she dipped her head in the shortest of nods before walking towards the side chamber that Dumbledore gestured to.

"How good is she?" Isabella whispered to Harry.

"More than good enough," Harry whispered back.

"And now," Dumbledore began but trailed off as the goblet of fire briefly turned red once more and expelled another piece of parchment, it floated down into the waiting hand of Dumbledore. "we have here the name of the champion of Durmstrang, and it is none other than Mr Victor Krum!" Dumbledore announced, causing cheers to erupt as the famous quidditch star stood up and walked over to collect his parchment, his name was still being cheered for even as he headed into the side chamber. "I'd just like to take a moment to wish both our visiting schools the best of luck," Dumbledore smiled before the goblet once more turned red. "and now, the Hogwarts champion." Dumbledore smiled, not able to keep all of the excitement out of his voice. A couple of seconds later the parchment landed in his hands and Dumbledore announced that Cedric Diggory was the Hogwarts champion, the boy walked into the chamber with a smile on his face as the rest of the hall cheered for him. He had barely gotten out of the hall when the goblet of fire changed colour and another piece of parchment shot out and landed in Dumbledore's hand, he plastered a shocked look on his face which he quickly turned into a look of anger. "Harry Potter," He announced. "Harry Potter!" He yelled, causing all eyes to turn to Harry. Harry stood up, extracting himself from Isabella who didn't really look like she appreciated her cuddle time being interrupted.

"You bellowed for me, Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked in a light voice, earning a few small bits of laughter from a few members of the hall.

"Your name is on this parchment," Dumbledore pointed out. "You have entered the Tri-Wizard tournament somehow!" Dumbledore accused.

"Forgive me, sir, but I don't believe that's possible, I am underage, after all, not to mention that you had surely placed several pieces of magical protection around the goblet of fire to prevent such a thing from occurring." Harry politely argued, causing many to pause and agree with Harry. "I'm afraid that it was not me who had entered my name into the goblet, and if you don't mind, Professor, I don't really wish to enter. I have more than enough fame and I am not currently lacking money. I have no interest in entering this tournament with all due respect, so if possible, I'd like to stay out of this."

"Unfortunately, that is not possible, Mr Potter," Dumbledore spoke quickly. "your name came out of the goblet of fire, this signals that you had obviously intended to speak, after all the goblet wouldn't accept a name from someone who wouldn't want to compete." Dumbledore had adopted an 'it's so obvious that even a first-year student could realise it's true,' voice.

"Albus," Professor McGonagall spoke up, standing up from her seat. "surely there must be some mistake, Mr Potter himself just stated that he does not want to complete."

"I'm sorry, Minerva, but my word is final," Dumbledore told her in an apologetic voice, even though he was anything but apologetic, as far as he was concerned, this was a necessary evil needed to protect the world. "if Mr Potter's name has come out of the goblet then he clearly had intended to put it in and had found a way to do it himself or had gotten another student to do it for him."

"Wait, that would have worked?" Draco blurted out, causing the whole hall to stare at him. "The rest of us could have gotten into the tournament if we had an older student put our names in for us?!" He blinked, staring at Dumbledore. Soon, the rest of the hall ended up staring at Dumbledore, all with the same questioning look on their faces along with various levels of disbelief.

"Your brother's gotten a lot smarter, I feel like I should reward him," Harry whispered to Isabella who was looking somewhat impressed with Draco.

"No, Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore began. "I..."

"But Professor, you just said that would work." Isabella protested.

Dumbledore opened his mouth again, clearly ready to say more, but was interrupted when the goblet of fire turned red for the fourth time this night. Dumbledore blinked and stared at the falling piece of parchment that was falling down to the ground, this was definitely not part of the plan, not a part of his plan anyway. Dumbledore caught the parchment and read the name that was written on it. Dumbledore choked as he stared at the name on the parchment, disbelief came onto his face and the entire hall saw it while the fire on the goblet went out.

"What does it say?" Ludo Bagman asked.

"I...I...no, this must be a mistake," Dumbledore said, shaking his head. "I..." Whatever he was about to say was cut off by someone snatching the piece of parchment out of his hand, he turned to see Harry Potter standing next to him. The boy had taken both pieces of parchment, the first with his own name on it and the newest one that had just come out of the goblet. Dumbledore opened his mouth to demand that Potter hand that back to him this very instant when the boy beat him to the punch.

"Sir, this has your name on it," Harry said loud enough for the whole hall to hear, causing everyone's stares to increase.

'You're responsible for this somehow!' Dumbledore appeared to say with the way he stared at Harry. Harry stared back at him innocently, though the look in his eyes said one simple thing.

'You're goddamn right!'

A.N: Yeah, I don't know what to say, sorry about the massive gap in between updates. It took me longer than I would have liked to write this chapter, originally I had planned to finish this story before the end of last year but I'm afraid plans change. The three main reasons for the lack of updates are:

1) Real-life deciding to stick it's head in and forcing me to divert time to other things such as work, getting married (I'm married by the way), finances, getting a car, etc.

B) I've been really focusing and getting into my other stories because I prefer them and I find them easier to write for.

D) I've lost interest in this story, a large part of it is made up on the fly but I do have a plan for where it's supposed to go and at some point, I just lost interest in writing for it. I do intend to finish it because I don't really like leaving a story this big uncompleted. Some people have pointed out that I might have too many stories going at once and maybe that's true, so I don't plan to start any new stories for a while, even though I do have some great ideas.

For those who don't know I do have other stories up on this site, certain ones will be able to be accessed early if you join my pat-reon (my name is JB21 on that site) but that's really optional and you'll still get the same stories either way.

Anyway, thanks for reading, feel free to leave a review.