As promised, not so cute and fluffy but much longer than last chapter.

Witness

June 23rd, 1995
Sixth Year
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Harry and Cedric had agreed, they would take the cup together and secure not a House victory, but a school victory. It was better that way. They reached for the cup. They were a finger's breadth away when it went flying away, almost as though it had been yanked by an invisible thread.

Harry and Cedric were standing where the Triwizard cup had been moments ago. They looked at each other in bewildered confusion, was this part of the task? And then, just as they started back down the maze to try and re-locate the cup, pain exploded in Harry's scar. When Harry opened his eyes again, he didn't hear Cedric, he didn't see the maze, he saw a graveyard and he heard Wormtail telling his master the plan had gone wrong. A minute later he heard a voice from his nightmares. Beside him, Cedric sent up red sparks with his wand and Professors Moody and Dumbledore arrived soon after.

"What happened?" Moody demanded of Cedric.

"I don't know, sir, one minute we were about to take the cup and the next it was gone and then Harry…"

"Harry," Dumbledore said calmly, "what are you seeing?"

"Wormtail has a girl tied to a headstone," Harry gasped out. "Voldemort's there! The girl, she's a student here, a Hufflepuff," he could tell by the black and yellow tie.

"Do you know her, Potter?" Moody asked, Harry shook his head, 'no'. He didn't have any friends in Hufflepuff, except Cedric and they weren't friends exactly. He didn't recognize the girl so she probably wasn't in his year.

Harry watched Wormtail drop a bone into a giant cauldron and then chop off his own hand and drop it into the cauldron. Harry related these events to Dumbledore and Dumbledore blasted a path through the maze helping Harry through while Moody and Cedric followed behind. About halfway through the maze Harry let out an anguished scream, Voldemort was rising from the Cauldron, whole, alive and not entirely human.

"He's back," Harry gasped. "Voldemort is back!"

"What about the girl, Potter?" Moody asked gruffly as Cedric moved to help support Harry's weight.

"I dunno, but Voldemort is doing something to Wormtail's arm and it hurts... it's the Dark Mark. He's... he's pressing on it." Harry inhaled once, deep and hissing, trying to breathe through the pain in his head. "There are people there now, Death Eaters, he's... he's scolding them, he's disappointed they didn't try to find him. The girl, there's two of them, they're trying to escape."

"Two Hufflepuff girls?" Cedric asked, bewildered.

"Harry, can you tell me what graveyard you see? Where is it?"

"I dunno. They're running and he's mad." The four of them had reached the outer hedge of the maze and the band began to play but they stopped when they noticed something wasn't right.

"Harry, tell me what you see."

"The taller one, she's bleeding, but the other is at the cup. He's going to kill them!" A minute later, there was a loud pop, a soft thump and a shrill scream, before it went dark and Harry was looking once again at the Hogwarts Quidditch stands.

Oblivious to the hundreds of eyes trained on them, Leilani held herself over Jo, the very air around them crackling with more lightning than she'd ever before conjured. Cedric's eyes went wide.

Professor Moody hobbled over, taking Leilani's shoulders and trying to pry her away from Jo. With a loud crack of lightning striking, a bolt shot out from Leilani and struck him in the chest, sending him flying back towards Harry.

The lightning in the air around her made strands of Leilani's hair stick out, she looked vaguely like a threatened porcupine. The front of her uniform was drenched in blood. Her eyes were wide open but not seeing.

"Alastor, take Harry and Cedric to your office, I'll be along shortly!" Dumbledore ordered.

Moody managed to stand up with a groan; Leilani had really gotten him, "Potter, Diggory, let's go."

Cedric and Harry moved along just in front of Professor Moody as Dumbledore crouched down beside Leilani. He touched her shoulder, only to be flung several feet away when the lightning connected with his hand. The bolt that struck him was thinner and weaker than the one that had struck Mad-Eye. When he thought on it later it was rather like the difference between a stun gun and sticking his finger in a light socket, more shock than actual pain—though there was a bit of sharpness to it.

Professor Sprout crouched beside her two students, "Leilani, what happened?"

Shaking, Leilani continued to say nothing.

Madam Pomfrey hurried down the stands and came to kneel by Jo. A few wand waves and whispered words stopped Jo's bleeding and began to slowly knit the wounds. She had still lost a lot of blood, but she'd survive, especially once they could get a blood replenisher in her system.

Dumbledore stood, brushed himself off and turned to Professor Sprout, "Pomona, if you would?"

"Leilani, it's alright, you're safe. You're both safe," and very gently, very slowly Professor Sprout laid her hand on the back of Leilani's head, pulling it back at the first hint of electric shock, like touching metal on a static-y day. "It's all right dear; you can relax now. Relax and let us take care of everything. It's all right now, it's all going to be okay." The zap stung, she shook her hand out, trying to stop the tingling in her fingertips.

Leilani wasn't cognizant of where she was or that she'd even left the graveyard. She wasn't even aware people she ordinarily trusted were talking to her. She was essentially unconscious; her body just didn't know it yet.

Fred raced across the grass, dropping to his knees beside her, "Leilani…" He covered her hand with his, his thumb stroking her knuckles. He could feel the current under his hand, but it didn't attack him. He didn't stop to wonder why, especially since no one else could touch her.

"Leilani. Lei," he murmured, sliding a hand along her jaw, turning her face so she was looking at him. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes were glassy, her lips were taking on a faint blue tint. She looked at him, but she didn't see him. She wasn't breathing and it scared him.

His thumb stroked her cheek, "Hey, heyheyhey, I've got you. Breathe, Lei. It's ok; you're safe. I've got you." He was trying to get her attention, but she wouldn't or couldn't give it to him.

Suddenly, her face went slack and her hand loosened around her wand. Her eyes rolled back into her head and the lightning abruptly died. Fred caught her when she passed out. "Leilani?" No response. "LEILANI!" He half-shouted, shaking her shoulder.

"She's in shock, Mister Weasley, don't try to wake her," Madam Pomfrey chided.

Professor Sprout gently extricated Leilani from Fred's arms and stretched her out on the grass. Madam Pomfrey gingerly poked and prodded, diagnosing broken ribs and a punctured lung. "Good job, Mister Weasley."

"Will she be ok?"

In a tone of voice that denoted a rolling up of sleeves and getting to work, she replied, "As soon as I get this lung re-inflated, she will."

Collectively, Moody, Harry and Cedric made their way to Moody's office where he securely shut and bolted the door. He hobbled in front of the boys and dropped a stool down, "Just set him there, Diggory."

Cedric did as he was told, helping Harry to sit down. A loud yell came from the trunk beside them.

"Wouldn't believe me if I told you what's in there." Moody pulled at his collar and reached for his flask, it was empty. "Did you see Death Eaters?" he asked.

"Yeah, loads," Harry said. His scar still hurt, but a little less now that the two Hufflepuffs were back on school grounds.

"How did he treat them? Were they forgiven?"

Cedric frowned; these were odd questions, weren't they? But then again, maybe not; If You-Know-Who didn't forgive his followers then, perhaps, the army he was amassing would be smaller, if only slightly.

Moody rolled his neck and started hunting through the bottles in a box. "I asked you, if he forgave the filth that never even looked for him? The ones who were happy to wreak havoc at the world cup but scattered like rats from a sinking ship when I fired the Dark Mark into the sky."

"You fired…?" Both boys asked.

"Yes, I fired!" He moved on to the bottles in the cabinet.

"But it was Karkaroff who put my name into the Goblet…" Harry said sluggishly, trying to fit the pieces together.

Cedric knew something was wrong now; he drew his wand and aimed it at Moody's back.

"Who are you?" Cedric demanded.

The sound of Moody's eye swiveling in its socket was the only warning they had, "Avada Kedavra!"

"No!" Harry yelled, but it was too late. Cedric crumpled to the floor, eyes wide and empty, staring at the ceiling. Dead.

"It wasn't Karkaroff who put your name into that goblet Harry, I did. I nudged Hagrid into showing you the Dragons, miserable oaf. Who told poor, dead, Diggory to open the egg underwater? I did!" Moody made a noise halfway between a gasp and a gag and his fingers scrabbled at the strap on the magical eye. "I staged a loud conversation with Minerva McGonagall about whether you would be smart enough to think of using gillyweed in the second task, your little elf friend ran right to you! Diggory was just a spare, he was never supposed to win."

Harry moved to pick up Cedric's wand, he'd dropped his own in the maze, but Moody spun around and aimed a wand at Harry's heart.

"Stop right there, Potter. The Dark Lord didn't manage to kill you, boy, and he so wanted to," whispered Moody. "Imagine how he will reward me when he finds I have done it for him. I will be honored beyond all other Death Eaters. I will be his dearest, his closest supporter… closer than a son…"

A loud bang resounded from the door, but it was tightly barred.

"You did not defeat the Dark Lord, but now, now I shall defeat you! Avada Kedav—Oof," Moody grunted, the interrupted curse dying in his mouth.

Marcus Flint had blasted down the door, and (in a running shoulder tackle worthy of American Football) rammed his shoulder into Moody—who didn't look altogether like Moody anymore—knocked him to the ground, killing the deadly curse. Marcus, who had been sitting near the girls when they'd disappeared, had been pacing a corner of the Quidditch pitch when he heard the collective gasp from the crowd.

Wondering what the crowd could be possibly gasping at now and daring to hope it was Jocelyn and Leilani returned, he'd looked over. What he saw made his stomach plummet through to his shoes. There was Jocelyn, alright; passed out on the grass with a barely conscious, shaking Leilani somehow managing to hold herself protectively over her.

His instincts told him to go to his girlfriend; instead he flagged down Professor Snape. His attention snapped back to the field on hearing the sizzle and crack of lightning under a clear sky. With no time to explain what was happening, Marcus took off after Moody with his Head of House following close behind.

Straddling Moody's barrel chest, Flint landed punch after punch after punch into the sweaty, and now also bloody, face and shouted, "Imposter! He's an imposter, he's been drinking Polyjuice all year!"

Snape drew his wand. He trusted Flint: he was a good student, smart, and someone had been stealing from his private stores.

Dumbledore followed close behind Snape with McGonagall close behind him.

"Come along, Potter," McGonagall said, her arms out and beckoning. Harry limped straight to her and the other three teachers descended on the imposter.

"Severus, if you would," Dumbledore said.

Snape drew from his robes a small green bottle that Harry recognized as the Veritaserum he had been threatened with earlier that year. Snape popped the top open and poured the contents down Not-Moody's throat. As they watched, the grizzled hair turned short and straw colored. The face became thinner, with a pointed chin and pale, freckled skin.

"Barty Crouch, Junior."