A/N: I used Safe and Sound again in this chapter…I still don't own it.

Chapter 27

Back to Normal…Somewhat.

Just before I sensed we were going to hit ground, I turned to Harry and shouted "Bend your knees, bend your knees!", thinking that it would keep us on our feet.

I was sort of right. I bent my knees on impact and wound up stumbling a little. I would have remained standing if my ankle wasn't possibly broken. I wound up falling right next to Harry on my backside…Harry landed face first.

"I told you to bend your knees!" I said annoyed.

"Oh, shut the hell up, Hannah!" Harry snapped as Dumbledore rushed over with Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic.

"He's back! Lord Voldemort…he's back!" Harry cried, clutching Cedric's body as the rest of the Hogwarts student body swarmed over to the sight, bawling at what befell Cedric.

Professor Moody helped Harry to his feet and Harry started to go with him when he said.

"Bring your sister." he ordered, still walking towards the castle.

Harry turned to me and I looked up at him.

"I'm not going anywhere on this ankle." I said, nodding to my ankle.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious." Harry said, gripping my legs and pulling me onto his back.

Harry rushed to follow Moody with me piggyback on him, with his bum leg from the spider in the maze, it wasn't an easy task. (But it would have been impossible for me to get up without Harry, so why wouldn't Harry carry me?)

Moody lead us into his office and closed the door "What happened?"

Harry broke into an explanation over what he knew happened while I was protecting my own ass with the likes of Voldemort's Death Eaters.

Moody then started acting very weird, asking Harry if Voldemort forgave the Death Eaters and stuff (Like, what was it to him if Voldemort forgave his followers?)

"Why do you need to know this stuff, Professor?" I asked finally.

Moody laughed. "You silly little girl! You have no idea who got you into this in the first place!"

"Who?" Harry and I said together.

"Was it Karkaroff?" Harry asked "Did you get him? Is he locked up?"

Moody shook his head "No, you two. It was I who put your names in the Goblet of Fire."

I gasped "It was you!?" I asked.

Moody nodded, pointing his wand at me "Yes, Ms Potter. It was I who put your names in the Goblet of Fire. It was I who made sure you made it through to the end…to get you to touch the Cup and lead you both to my master. I told Cedric Diggory about the egg to tell your brother to tell you. It was all me who helped you. And now the plan worked, the Dark Lord has risen again, and I will be honoured beyond all others…now…just to get you two out of my way."

He raised his wand at the two of us when there was a flash of red light and Moody was lying on the floor, Stunned.

Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall and Barty Crouch's former house elf, Winky walked into the room, Snape holding a small vial of clear liquid.

"Open his mouth, Ms Potter." Snape ordered me.

Harry set me down from his back and helped me limp over to Moody's body and open his mouth wide enough for Snape to pour the liquid down his throat.

"Veritaserum." Snape said to me, making me nod in understanding.

"The colourless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth." I said, nodding as Dumbledore caught my attention.

Moody was changing…it was as if his features were filling. The large chunk in his nose that was missing was growing back, the wooden leg he used popped as a real one grew in its place and the magical eye he had popped out of its socket.

I nearly retched in disgust when a whole new man was in Moody's place.

Snape gasped "Crouch! Barty Crouch!"

I gave Snape a look of confusion. I only knew one Barty Crouch, and that one was no spring chicken.

"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes." Moody said simply.

Dumbledore started interrogating him and we all found out what really went on that year with them.

Apparently, that Barty Crouch that I knew had a son…and that son was the one we were interrogating.

Barty Crouch Jr. was sent to Azkaban not too long after Voldemort's power shattered, and a long time after, the Dementors knew he was dying and allowed Mr and Mrs Crouch a deathbed visit.

Mrs Crouch was ill as well as her son, and made Mr Crouch bust out her son as a last favour to her…disguising herself as the convict that was telling this story and the convict as his own mother.

His mother died in Azkaban. And the Crouch family staged the mother's death, a quiet private funeral…with an empty grave.

It was Winky who made Mr Crouch take his son to the Quidditch World Cup, where he eventually blasted the Dark Mark into the sky with Harry's wand.

Junior (Mr Crouch's son as I will call him now, to make life easier) was growing stronger against the Imperious Curse his father put him in to keep him hidden. He returned to Voldemort…and Voldemort put Crouch under the Imperious Curse to keep him from stopping Junior from whatever it was Voldemort had planned for him.

It was Junior who put Harry's and my names in the Goblet of Fire…and made sure that Harry would get to Voldemort or…*gag*…his master.

He also killed Mr Crouch. He killed him, dragged him into the Forbidden Forest and Transfigured him into a bone before burying him in the dirt outside Hagrid's cabin.

Especially in the maze. It was Crouch's son who Stunned Fleur Delacour (which explains why she screamed) and Imperioused Viktor Krum to go after Cedric (and therefore me.) to get Harry to win.

When Junior was done, I sat atop of Harry in stunned silence as McGonagall and Snape took him away.

Dumbledore turned to Harry and I "And now, I believe what you need, Harry is some sleep and peace. And Hannah, I believe you should accompany your brother to the hospital wing, to get that ankle of yours mended."

I nodded "Yes, Professor." Harry and I said together.

I smirked and kicked Harry in the sides. "Giddyup, Scooby! Medical attention awaits!" I said, pointing upwards.

Harry turned around and glared at me "Watch it, Calamity Jane, you need attention as well." Harry said, half angry, half amused.

I smirked "Well, I'm not the one that's in trouble. Wait till Mrs Weasley sees you." I said cheekily.

Harry laughed "Oh, you think I'm worried about Mrs Weasley? Wait till Malfoy gets a look at you! You're gonna be in for it so hard!"

I paled as we stood outside the hospital wing door.

Who was going to be there for me when Harry walks in carrying me? I thought as Dumbledore held the door open for us.

I sighed in relief at the fact Draco wasn't in there to raise a fuss. But…there was Mrs Weasley, Ron, Hermione, Ivy and a large black dog.

"This dog is going to be staying with Harry." Dumbledore said to Madam Pomfrey, the matron. "Hannah wishes to go back to her common room when you're done with her."

Pomfrey nodded and drew some curtains over one bed, and Harry dropped me in the bed next to it as Pomfrey handed him some pyjamas.

Pomfrey made me drink a couple of potions (that tasted nasty, by the way) and performed a couple of spells on my ankle and before I knew it, I was good as new.

Dumbledore smiled as I shot up from bed and plopped myself in a chair next to the big black dog, whom I smiled at and gave a pet.

The dog looked up at me and its eyes sparkled in a way I knew so well.

"Sirius?" I whispered.

The dog just nudged my hand and licked it as Pomfrey came bustling back with a purple potion and a goblet as Harry laid down on his bed.

Dumbledore turned to the two of us. "Now, there is one problem." he said "You both have touched the Triwizard Cup first along with Mr Diggory. But…with Mr Diggory's passing…you both are the victors."

"I don't want it." Harry said flatly "Give it to Hannah. I know she wanted to win more than anything in the world."

I squeaked. Me? Win? The Triwizard Cup and a thousand Galleons in prize money?

"I don't want the money." I said as flat as Harry. "I'll take the Cup, Harry can have the money."

"NO, Hannah!" Harry snapped "I don't want anything to do with the Tournament or the trophy that lead Cedric to his death! You wanted to win. You want the glory. You can have it. I don't care. I want nothing to do with it!"

Dumbledore turned to me, the Triwizard Cup in his hands suddenly as if he summoned it "Then I believe that this belongs to you." he said, placing the Cup in my hands.

I never realized before how heavy the Cup was. Whenever I touched it, it was with at least one other person helping me support the weight.

Harry took the goblet from Madam Pomfrey as Dumbledore turned to me "Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay up here?"

I nodded "I'll be fine, Professor. But thank you for your concern." I said, smiling lightly. "Besides…" I said, giggling "I haven't seen my boyfriend in hours, and I'm very sure he'll be worried to pieces over me and whether or not I'm dead."

Harry groaned, the goblet just at his lips "Oh, sweet mother of Merlin, Hannah. You had to bring in Malfoy?"

I nodded "You know me so well, Harry!" I said happily.

Harry rolled his eyes "Oh, how I wish I didn't."

I smirked "Oh, just shut your Clampitt and drink what I'm gonna guess is a Sleeping Draught."

Pomfrey and Dumbledore nodded "Now, Ms Potter, leave your brother for some quiet and go tell your house the…er…how shall I phrase it?" Dumbledore asked.

"Maybe the bittersweet news?" I suggested, setting the Cup down on Harry's nightstand as he swallowed some purple stuff "Since I won the Tournament and Cedric's dead?"

Dumbledore nodded "Yes, very well phrased, Ms Potter." Dumbledore complemented. "Now go and tell them."

I smirked and turned to Ron. I was rather used to being carried to places. "Ronnie?" I whispered as Harry dropped off.

"Oh, Merlin, what?" Ron asked, turning to me.

"My ankle's still a little sore…will you carry me to the dungeons?" I asked, pouting.

"Sure." Ron said, standing up reluctantly, Ivy following suit.

"I'll come too and take the Cup." Ivy said, taking the Cup out of my hands.

I smiled as I jumped onto Ron's back "Thanks, V." I said, giving Ron a light jab in the sides "Forward, Weasley." I said, smirking at my brilliant plan.

Ron rolled his eyes and turned to me "Hannah, please don't call me Weasley. You sound so Slytherin when you do that. Call me Ron." Ron said.

I smirked "First, fine, I won't call you Weasley anymore. And second off, I am Slytherin, so watch it." I said, giggling.

"She's got you there, Ron." Ivy said, turning to Ron as she lugged my trophy behind her.

When Ron, Ivy and I got to the brick wall of the Slytherin dungeons (I gave Ron some pretty good directions, Ivy helping a little bit), I jumped off Ron's back and grabbed the Triwizard Cup.

"Thanks, V." I said happily, before turning to Ron and giving him a one armed hug "Thanks for carrying me, Ron." I said.

"Yeah, we're gonna head back to the hospital wing." Ivy said, turning back "Enjoy the celebrating." she called to me.

"Thanks again, Ron. I will!" I shouted to Ivy, turning and half running to the snake door knocker.

"Hey! Your ankle's fine!" Ron shouted to me.

I turned around and beamed "I know…I just wanted to be carried. How Slytherin am I now?" I asked. "Half blood." I added, saying the password to the dungeons and lifting my trophy before walking into my common room.

I saw that the entire house was in the common room, sitting around quietly.

I realized why instantly. It wasn't every day that one of their own went into a maze for a final task of a Tournament and weren't heard from since.

Draco was sitting with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise, obviously nervous (over me, duh!).

I cleared my throat, which no one noticed. Could have been anyone.

I cleared my throat again…louder this time. But, nobody noticed me standing there with the Triwizard Cup.

Screw this crap. I thought before clearing my throat one last time and yelling out:

"HEY!"

All eyes in the common room turned to me, shocked.

I smirked "That's better." I said, smirking to everyone. "Hi, all." I said happily.

Crabbe groaned "Man! There goes my five Galleons."

Goyle cheered "Yes! Told you all she was alive, Crabbe. Cough up!" Goyle said, holding out his hand.

"Um, I still don't appreciate the fact that you were betting on the fate of my girlfriend!" Draco shouted angrily to them both, sneering.

"Or my girlfriend's best friend!" Blaise added, crossing his arms.

"What's up, Hannah?" Pansy asked. "What happened?"

I smirked and turned around, taking the Cup's other handle in my other hand "Harry didn't want the title." I said, smirking at what looks I was probably getting "So…" I said, turning around "Guess who won?" I asked, holding the Triwizard Cup in the air.

The house went into drastic change mode. One minute, it was as sombre as a funeral home, the next when I brought out the Cup, the House was in an even bigger uproar than when I was made a Champion for Hogwarts.

My dorm mates squealed loudly and dog piled on me, knocking the Cup out of my hands as I was bombarded from all sides.

"Ok, ok!" I shouted as I heard the common room door close again "I love you all too, let me up!" I pleaded.

Amelia and Monique were the first to get off the dog pile, pulling Millicent, Rose, Pansy and Lexi off me.

"Thanks." I said, dusting myself off as Millicent hoisted me up to my feet "Thanks, Millie." I said, beaming at her.

"Don't mention it, Han!" Millie said, beaming back.

Suddenly, I was spun around and kissed hard, amongst frequent squeals and loud choruses of "WHOOO!" and "You go, Malfoy!".

When the kiss broke, Draco pressed our foreheads together "I…hope…you…know," he said, panting from the passion in the snog "you…scared…the…shit…out…of…me."

I smirked "Well, what can I say?" I said, catching my breath. "I scare the Skinner out of anyone."

"Hey, Han!" Goyle shouted, ruining the moment.

"What?" I asked, breaking away from Draco and turning to him.

"Want some ice cream? Theo and Crabbe got it from the kitchens."

I smirked "You bet your sweet ass I want some ice cream!" I said, taking the cone of vanilla from Goyle's hand.

"Hey!" Draco said as I ate "You don't share?"

I smirked and sucked on the top of the ice cream "We'll see." I said, creasing my eyebrows together when Draco smirked at me as if he knew something I didn't. "What?" I asked.

"You got ice cream all over your face." Draco said.

I blushed and pulled out my pocket mirror. And sure enough, there was more ice cream on my face than there was in my mouth.

"Oh, Skinner, Fanelli and Faksa!" I said, turning beet red. "Goyle! I need a napkin!"

Draco smirked "Oh, no. I have a better idea."

I creased my eyebrows together "What?" I asked.

"Well, you have ice cream on your face, and I want ice cream…"

I nodded "Uh huh…and?" I asked.

"Why don't I just show you?" Draco asked, tackling me and kissing all over my face.

I squirmed and giggled as the entire house watched me "Draco Malfoy!" I squealed! "Stop! That tickles!"

Draco stood up and smirked, wiping some melted ice cream off his face "There we go. We're all clean." Draco said, smirking broadly, lifting me up from under my arm and pulling me to my feet.

"Ok!" I shouted to the crowd, which fell silent "Before we get too deep into this party…" I started. "We should all have a moment of silence for Cedric's memory."

Draco smirked "Always the considerate one." he pointed out.

Everyone nodded and bowed their heads for Cedric, making me smirk. I guess I was Slytherin's Ice Princess. I got the entire house to do what I wanted.

"Thanks, everyone!" I said, lifting my head up after the moment of silence. "Ok! Now that that's done…we all know what we're down here for-!"

"The fact that this one's won the Triwizard Tournament!" Draco chirped, picking me up under the arms.

"Let's get this party started!" I screamed, pointing to Lexi to turn up the music.

We celebrated late into the night, up to four in the morning, when Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall had to come in and tell us all to go to bed.

Truth be told, I was waiting for people to go to bed. I was ready to pass out after three thirty in the morning. My dorm mates gave up and went up to bed, and Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise and Nott didn't last that long, they were all sleeping on separate couches in the common room, completely oblivious to the party going on.

Draco rolled his eyes and I yawned "Well, now it's time for bed." he said, turning to me "You're exhausted."

I nodded "I won't debate with you there." I said "Fighting Death Eaters six to one does that to a girl."

"Who'd you fight?" Draco asked, leaning on the mantle.

"Nott, Avery, Macnair, Crabbe, Goyle and…uh…" I trailed off.

"Who?" Draco asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Malfoy." I muttered.

"My father!" Draco said, shocked. "I know, but in my defence, he used the Cruciatus Curse on me." I said defensively.

"What!?" Draco hissed "He didn't!"

I nodded and yawned "He did…and…he slapped me."

"What!?" Draco shouted, gripping my arms. "Hannah, what did he say to you, if anything."

I blinked "He said: 'You listen here, you filthy little half blood. You have absolutely no right to be anywhere near my son. He deserves far better than the likes of the daughter of a filthy Mudblood and a blood traitor Gryffindor. You are absolutely nothing…you hear me…nothing! And what Draco sees in you is absolutely appalling! He doesn't think you're beautiful, he doesn't think you're smart…he doesn't think anything he's told you! He's lied to you this whole time. He doesn't love you…he's only fancied you. You're like all the rest of the little girls he's dated. You're just like those cheap Muggle dollar store toys that children break and throw away. Draco can do so much better than an ugly little prude like you. You had best stay away from my son, Potter. I will kill you with my bare hands like those Muggles you live with couldn't do! And…I won't show you mercy like those Muggles did.'" I finished, a tear falling down my face.

Draco growled. "That little…" he started, seeming to not be able to find a word to describe his father.

"He's right, you know." I said, turning away "You deserve far better than…the daughter of some Mudblood and blood traitor."

"Hannah!" Draco said as I started to walk upstairs to my dorm, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to look at him "You listen here. What my father told you is not…I repeat not true in any sense. You have every right to be near me…in fact I encourage it. There's no one out there that can compare to you. In fact, the only one who deserves far better than anyone is you. You're not nothing, absolutely not! You're not smart…you're brilliant! One of the smartest witches in school besides Granger and Duff. And you're not beautiful…you're gorgeous. I'd never lie to you, I've told you that repeatedly. And damn it, my father wouldn't know what love was if it was dancing starkers in front of him wearing Dobby's tea cosy. And your prudishness is just one of the many things I love about you. And…" Draco started, as I just looked up at him in disbelief of what he was saying "if he ever puts a hand on you again, I don't give a damn if he did sire me, I'll kill him."

I smiled faintly, and Draco smirked.

"There's the smile." he said triumphantly.

"Shh!" I said, nodding to his dorm mates "Should we wake them?" I asked.

Draco shook his head "No. They wouldn't make it up the stairs anyways. Besides, I'd much rather sleep alone tonight."

I nodded "Night." I said, starting up to my dorm.

"Hey." Draco said to my back "When I said sleep alone, you didn't think I excluded my girlfriend, did you?"

I turned around and blushed "You serious?" I asked.

Draco smirked "Do I look like I'm kidding around?"

I shook my head and walked back to where I stood not two minutes beforehand, putting my head on Draco's shoulder.

Draco chuckled. "Girls." he muttered "Can't wait for bed to drop off."

"Draco?" I muttered quietly.

"Yes, love?" Draco asked.

"Carry me?" I asked.

Draco snickered and picked me up. "You think I could say no to that look?" he asked.

I shook my head, snaking my arms around his neck as he climbed the stairs up to his dorm.

"That maze must've been exhausting." Draco said, brushing a lock of my hair out of my face.

I nodded "The graveyard bit didn't help much, either." I said sleepily as Draco opened the door to his dorm.

At this point, I was half asleep when Draco laid me down in his bed before crawling in himself, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder…and the bastard decided to sing again!

And not just anything…the same thing he sang me to sleep with that Valentine's Day…and to be honest…it seemed fitting.

"I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go. When all those shadows almost killed your light. I remember you said 'Don't leave me here alone'. But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight.

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound."

I nudged into Draco a little bit more as I felt a warm blanket wrap around me and Draco kiss my temple before going back to the song.

"Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on. Hold on to this lullaby, even when the music's gone. Gone."

There wasn't any point in fighting it this time. I knew I was exhausted, that task and the graveyard fight for my life zapped a lot of energy out of me. I was so warm under the blanket and in Draco's arms and I faintly heard the pounding of Draco's heart against my cheek.

And that is exactly how I went to sleep that night.