"INCARCAROUS!" roared Dumbledore. A cold jet of light swished past Harry. Ropes tied around Moody's body, his wand hitting the ground.
Harry felt somebody's warm touch. "It's okay Harry, we are here. You are safe now." It was Remus. Harry wished he could say something… that he was alright. Though that would be a lie. His whole body was shaking with immense pain. He heard a loud laugh from where Moody was tied, Dumbledore pointing his wand against him. "Revelio!"
Remus tried to keep his head cool, but emotions overtook him. He couldn't think straight. His look what shifting from Harry's curled body to the now revealing image of Barty Crouch Jr.
"Stupefy!" Harry heard Dumbledore once again.
The cut that was on his left arm started to burn and itch extremely. His breaths speeded up. Harry couldn't bare it. He started to scrub his arm against the rough soil.
"Harry! Harry STOP!" Remus caught his arm, mouthing some incantation. "Harry, breathe with me. Please, you are losing it. One… two… one…" Remus' voice broke down. Harry was not the only one who tried to find comfort in this synchronized breathing.
Dumbledore squatted next to Remus. The sight of the shattered boy revealed to him. "We have to move. He needs help, immediately."
Professor McGonagall and professor Snape just arrived. McGonagall placed both of her hands on her mouth, her feet stuck to the ground. Snape already caught up to the situation, lifting up Crouch's body. "Mobilicorpus!"
Dumbledore and Remus lifted Harry, who cried out silently. He didn't want them to hear him, but the pain was demolishing. He let out another wail, now a bit louder. Both exchanged concerned looks.
All of them walked out of the forest. Snape was pointing with his wand at the Death Eater's floating body, Dumbledore and Remus were supporting Harry, and McGonagall was rushing behind them. Harry could hear silent sobs from where she walked.
They went back towards the castle. It's small windows were lit up. Harry couldn't help but think that there were heads watching him from there. They were getting close to the entrance.
"Aaarh!!" Harry shrieked. His scar was stinging as if million knives were running through his forehead. His vision blurred. He was angry. Wrath had overtaken his body. Even his last chance tonight, his faithful servant, had failed. How angry he was... Harry's screams travelled through the midnight air.
Dumbledore and Remus grasped his arms even more tightly. Both had their minds set on not letting go off Harry. He was shaking, kicking twisting. But they held him, trying to steady him into a sitting position.
"Harry, you are not alone. We are here with you…" an old man's voice, which was Dumbledore's, said.
"Harry, you- you've got friends here, stay with us." Remus desperately joined. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to avoid the sight of the struggling boy. He couldn't say anything else. He couldn't stand it any longer.
Fortunately, Harry calmed down. He seemed to have heard them. Even though he was still breathing fast, he stopped shaking and screaming. There was silence.
Harry's vision was becoming clear again. He looked in front of him and saw a person running down from the entrance to the castle towards them.
"Where is he? Is that Harry? HARRY!"
Sirius stopped. He spotted his godson. The world has turned upside down for him.