A/n: Part one of the exciting middle part. I hope you enjoy, wink.

"Tell me what the graveyard was like, tell me what he was like," The man stood uncomfortably close, "what was the Dark Lord like?"

He took a step back and straightened up, "Before we go any further, I know you're not Professor Moody." The man was flawed but didn't cower away, "it's fine, I'm not Harry Potter."

~0~

"Come out from back there," Luna scolded, "He's not going to carry himself."

"Well," Hermione smirked, "he kind of is." She waved her wand, "Petrificus totalus."

Kurt threw the invisibility cloak over Harry Potter's immobilised body, he cracked his knuckles and they began to move, "Wingardium leviosa." Kurt moved directly behind the boy's unmoving body with Hermione walking ahead, they navigated out of the Library, "how suspicious do we look?"

"Not very," Luna shrugged as she walked beside their cargo, creating the idea that they were walking a respectable distance from each other, "Harry is short enough so we don't look too weird."

"Remind me again why we couldn't just tell Harry what our plan is?" Hermione groaned as they climbed down flight after flight of stairs, "that way he could walk to where we're imprisoning him."

"Ron assured us that Harry wouldn't go for it," Luna's voice was a lilted whisper, "I agree, Harry would have fought us on this and it would have just made us all angry as hell."

"Where is Ron?" Hermione looked around.

"Why?" Kurt rolled his eyes, "is Harry heavy?"

Hermione stopped in her tracks, "he's not heavy but Ron should be here to help us."

"He should but he isn't," Kurt groaned, "so why have we stopped?"

"Wait for it," Hermione held up her hand.

Just before Kurt chewed Hermione's head off, Professor Flitwick and Tracey Davis came around the corner in deep conversation. The pair stopped and eyed the three of them, Professor Flitwick turned to the student beside him, "Would you mind if I asked for Ms Granger and Mr Hummel's opinion on the matter? I think the thoughts of your peers on the matter would be more useful to you."

"Hummel, Granger," Tracey turned to the pair, her fingers tangled in the dense mass of black curls, "I wanted to know what Professor Flitwick's thoughts on the idea of combining charms to create a more impactful result were, do you have anything to add?"

"Do you have any ideas to share?" Hermione quirked her brow, looking nervously from Kurt to Luna to Tracey, "Like an example so I might better wrap my head around the idea."

"Like using the substantive charm in association with the mending charm," the Slytherin girl explained.

"In theory the different properties of the two charms," Hermione's jaw hung open.

"When enacted correctly," Kurt added, "should create a combined effect."

"In this case," Tracey smiled, "it should imbue the object in question with indestructible properties."

"And that is the beauty of the marriage of the brilliance of young minds," Professor Flitwick clapped his hands excitedly, "if you should elect to become a scholar of charms then the idea is further explored."

"That's really riveting stuff," Luna smiled nervously, "but we should get going."

"Luna is correct," Kurt smiled broadly, checking his pocket watch in jest, "thank you both for the learning opportunity."

"If you'd like Tracey," Hermione began, her smile fixed in place, "We might further explore the thought at some later date."

"Yeah," Tracey pursed her full lips, "some later date."

"Now if you'll please excuse us," Kurt gave a polite smile. Without giving the pair an opportunity to question where they were going and why they were walking in such a peculiar fashion. They were once again making good time, down the stairs, toward the basement, with Harry suspended between them.

"We just made a spectacle of ourselves," Luna let out the breath she'd been holding, "while we were breaking the law."

"I'm almost certain that drugging Harry Potter isn't against the law," Kurt giggled, "and you got his permission to drug him."

"Yes," Hermione nodded vigorously as they came to their last turn, "he consented to you drugging him. Besides, Professor Flitwick and Tracey didn't suspect a thing."

"What would have been suspicious would have been if Hermione and I had passed up an opportunity to be insufferable know-it-alls," Kurt chuckled, "can you imagine? Letting people think they know more or better than us."

"I try my hardest not to," Hermione shuddered.

"Sodalitas." Kurt spoke clearly and the brick wall opened to receive them, "don't engage unless you are engaged."

The three teens moved swiftly, through the common room and with great haste into the fourth year boys' dormitory that Kurt shared with Dumb, Dumber and Obnoxious. They placed Harry Potter on Kurt's large bed, still hidden under the invisibility cloak, and posted Bomballerina on guard duty- but not before stealing a lock of his hair.

"Thank God that's done," Luna wiped her brow.

Hermione smiled and cracked her knuckled, "let's break both of Ron's legs when we find him."

"I'm sure he has a perfectly good explanation for ditching us in our hour of need," Kurt chuckled as he dug through his large chest, "but if he doesn't then he knows I know a spell that can break every bone in his body."

"It's not real until I've seen you use it or you've taught it to me," Hermione crossed her arms.

Kurt snorted, "who died and made you arbitrator of what is and isn't real?"

"Nobody," Hermione pursed her lips, "I appointed myself."

"Funny," Kurt grinned, "that's the same way the White Witch became Queen of Narnia."

"Where is Narnia?" Luna furrowed her brow.

"It's a fictional world created by CS Lewis for his fantasy series of the same name," Hermione explained, "And the White Witch also lied about being human because only a human could rule Narnia."

"Your only defence is that you were honest when you stole the office of Arbitrator of what is and isn't real?"

"Enough," Luna snapped, she immediately shrank back, "I just think we should get this over with."

Kurt rolled his eyes and gestured for the blonde haired girl to hold out her wrist, he fastened a black bracelet made of dead woven branches. He took a step back and watched as the effects of the bracelet took place, Luna began to transform from her doe-eyed self into a green-eyed friend. Soon it was Harry Potter who stood before them with a quirked brow.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Luna patted herself all over in shock, "I thought I was going to have to drink polyjuice potion."

"I figured that if you ingested the polyjuice, it would last as long as it took your body to digest and clear it," Kurt shrugged, "this way, it will last as long as you're wearing that bracelet."

"How?"

"By virtue of Hermione being the brightest witch of the age," Kurt grinned.

"It's the stalk of an Ethiopian cotton plant that was used in the production of magical bandages before the plant went extinct," Hermione explained, "it has a special property where it can be imbued with magic that will last for the duration of its first use."

"Basically, you will be Harry Potter until you take that bracelet off," Kurt pursed his lips as he handed Luna a pair of grey slacks, "Please don't take it off till after the end of the second task. Because the plant is extinct, we only have two stalks and we have plans for both; they were also very difficult and very illegal to acquire."

"Sexy," Luna nodded as she removed any pieces of uniform that identified her as a Ravenclaw student.

"Also," Hermione placed a hand on each of her shoulders, "don't blow your cover by acting too out of character; don't act too smart, don't say anything weird and, most importantly, Don't talk too much."

"Bella," Kurt spoke firmly to the giant kneazle, "Don't let anyone near my bed, eat them if you must." Once Luna was fully changed and they'd fixed Harry's spectacles on the bridge of her nose, it was as if the real Harry Potter was standing before them, "Harry really needs a haircut."

"Seconded," Hermione and Luna chorused.

~0~

"I'm not Professor Moody and you're not Harry Potter?" the man moved closer and there was no escape, "Then who do you suppose we really are?"

A smile spread across the face of Harry Potter, "You've got bigger worries than who I am."

A triumphant smirk, "Is that so?"

"Yes," a mirror image of the smirk marred Harry Potter's face, "Now that the dark lord has regained all his powers, how do you think he will react when he discovers that you provided him with the wrong teenager? He wanted Harry Potter and you brought him somebody else."

"The ritual specifically required Harry Potter," the smirk grew arrogant, "it wouldn't work with another."

"You assume," arrogance filled his tone, "but I, on the other hand know."

~0~

Kurt's head was spinning, he took a deep breath and his head was spinning. His blood ran cold but it had nothing to do with the cold lake water, how had he become a part of this competition? Had he consented to being immobilised and imprisoned by the merfolk? If he had been out of the game for as long as his memory was blank, then who was overseeing the plan?

"Mr Hummel," Denis's voice called out through the haze, "somebody help him out of the water, he seems to be disorientated."

Kurt was helped out of the water by strong hands, Finn wrapped a towel over Cedric's shoulders and Neville did the same with Kurt, "What is going on here?"

"It's fine," Finn assured him, "You're fine."

Denis's cheerful voice followed suit, "Mr Diggory was the first to complete the task."

"Whose wise idea was this?" Kurt snapped at his brother, "and what makes you think I'm fine or okay with this?" He whipped his head around wildly, "God, it's cold."

"Harry said it gave him hamburger nipples," Cedric chuckled.

"Harry?" Kurt's eyes grew wide, "he said that?"

"He said a lot of weird things," Neville explained, "but he's fine, I took care of it."

"Where is my wand?" Kurt stuttered as he clapped his hands and a small flame appeared between his palms, "I need to get dry." Kurt looked around nervously, "and where the hell is Hermione?"

"She's in the lake," Cedric tried to make his voice soothing, "Viktor's going to get her because I think Harry is getting Ron."

Panic washed over Kurt's face, before he could speak Neville gave him a small smile and whispered once more, "I took care of it."

Cedric flicked his wand in Kurt's direction and a warm gust of air dried off his clothes, "there." the taller boy leaned down and kissed Kurt, "that must feel tons better, yes?"

"Yes, thank you," Kurt smiled and leaned up to kiss his boyfriend, "truly someone to watch over me." Kurt looked around once more, "where is Professor Dumbledore?"

"Depends," Finn crossed his arms and stared daggers at Kurt, "are you going to cause a scene?"

"Of course I'm going to cause a scene, what the hell kind of question is that?" Kurt huffed, "they had me participating in the Triwizard tournament without my permission, if I'd wanted to be part of the tournament then I would have entered."

"Mr Potter and Mr Weasley," Denis pointed some distance out into the lake, where Ron's red hair and Harry's black hair were visible, "they're in second place."

The pair swam over and were helped out of the cold water, as they towelled off, Kurt looked over the onyx surface of the lake as he waited for the return of his rock. Within a few moments, the head of a shark broke the surface and began to transform into the stern faced Bulgarian; beside him surfaced Hermione and he helped her out of the water. Kurt watched as Viktor helped her dry off, speaking intimately to her as they shared a moment that Kurt didn't have the heart to break up.

"Everything is fine," Harry's voice spoke in his ear, "for now at least."

~0~

"The Dark Lord will reward me," the man insisted.

He scoffed, "the Dark Lord will destroy you, he will not be let down."

"You know nothing of the Dark Lord," the man boomed, "I am his most loyal servant."

"The Dark Lord is a changed man," he teased, "You did not witness the horrors he unleashed upon those who failed to heed the whispers."

"I heard the whispers and I returned," the man's tone was boastful.

He shook his head, "your loyalty is limited compared to those who brave Azkaban."

"I did my time in Azkaban," the man screamed, "The Dark Lord so believed in my loyalty that he assigned me to the tutelage of his most loyal followers and I was sentenced alongside them."

"Barty Crouch Jr?"

~0~

Kurt had easily snuck Luna and Hermione back into the Slytherin Dungeon to get Harry, he had been able to convince the Slytherins to attend the Hufflepuff party more easily as he'd slowly earned their trust. They stood around his four poster bed, Luna changed back into her school uniform and removed the bracelet; reassuming her own form.

Kurt pursed his lips, "Should we wake him and then alter his memories, or do it the other way around?"

"We should alter his memory first," Hermione nodded to herself, "I think his mind will be less resistant to it in its current state of unconsciousness."

Luna shook her head, "What if I'm not good enough? What if I ruin Harry Potter? I wouldn't be able to live with myself, I can't do this."

"Luna," Hermione's voice was soft, "memory charms are second year stuff."

"Besides," Kurt's voice was sharper than he intended it to be, "Hermione and I will be helping you do it. We can't do it without you, you're the one who's memories we need to use."

"I just don't want to hurt him," Luna said in a small voice.

"And you won't," Kurt assured her, "You're a brilliant witch, that's why I let you participate in a tournament that has bested more experienced wizards in the past."

"Not to sound immodest," Hermione cleared her throat, "but we're probably three of the brightest wizards of this age."

"Of our age, maybe," Kurt corrected, "you're the one who's the brightest of the age."

"You know what I mean," Hermione rolled her eyes, "when you're ready Luna."

Luna nodded and took a deep breath, "On three."

"One," Kurt whispered.

"Two," Hermione took a steadying breath.

"Three," they chorused, "memento aliter."

Kurt took a step forward, "animare iterum."

Harry groggily sat up and rubbed his eyes, "I think I still have water in my ear."

~0~

"How can this possibly be?" he took a deep breath, "you're dead."

"Then what would make you think it?"

"Because the LeStranges were the Dark Lord's most loyal followers and they're all still in Azkaban," he shook his head, "all but their accomplice, you." He shook his head, "that explains why Snape was missing polyjuice ingredients after Harry saw Mr Crouch on the Marauders Map, he saw you. The map never specified whether it was Jr or Sr, just Barty Crouch."

~0~

Harry Potter:

Something had been off with Harry for a while, the experience with Mr Crouch the previous night had not helped him any. He'd been feeling as if he were trapped in a permanent out of body experience, his behaviour during the second task attested to that fact. He had behaved out of character, he would have never left Hermione and Gabrielle without assurance that they would be rescued. That lapse in judgement has been weighing down on him ever since, he was yet to re-orientate himself.

Seeing Sirius on their last Hogsmead visit had been the first time in a while where he'd felt the earth moving underfoot, his life had taken on a mundane tone of late. Not for lack of excitement, there were plenty of exciting things happening around him, but they hadn't Nancy Drew-ed since that short time when they were trying to figure out who put his name in the Goblet of Fire. They were as close to ordinary students as one can get at Hogwarts, if one ignored the Triwizard tournament; nothing out of the ordinary, aside from Kurt and Ron getting along since the ned of Christmas break.

It seemed that the tides were turning rapidly as of last night; Viktor and his chance meeting with Mr Crouch, which was followed by the man's murder. Harry wasn't shaken or traumatised, he was afraid; his dreams of Voldemort working to regain power and now a ministry official was dead. He was afraid because the same ministry official had been searching Professor Snape's storage, were the two incidents related? Kurt had vouched for the innocents of Professor Snape but could he be wrong? Could Dumbledore be wrong?

"Mr Longbottom," Professor Trelawney held up her arms to silence the class, "might you read me three of your predictions."

Neville cleared his throat, "I predict that the right will fall, something new will be lost, musk will be replaced with leather, and something known will be rediscovered."

"Four predictions," Professor Trelawney clapped her hands excitedly, "each more interesting than the last, I am however afraid that only great sadness can precede the last two."

Harry suppressed a chuckle, regardless of the accuracy of Neville's predictions, Professor Trelawney's endorsement meant nothing when it came to looking into the future; at least, not when she spoke in her regular voice. Harry tried so hard to contain his laughter that he ended up caught in that terrible limbo where your body is trying to laugh but you can't get enough air into your lungs, whilst your body is trying to breathe but you're trying too hard to laugh to breathe. Darkness slowly encroached upon him and soon he had been completely engulfed by it.

Harry was in a dimly lit room with a vague familiarity that scratched at the back of his mind, he was near the ground and looking up at the large furniture that filled the room. With him in the room was Peter Pettigrew, cowering in the corner furthest from the armchair beside Harry, and with him was a presence. There was an ominous nature to the presence and Harry could not behold its terrible nature, it was Voldemort and this was just like the dream he had before school started but there were only two people other than himself present.

"Crucio," the frail voice hissed, "you disappoint me worm tail."

"I apologise Master," Wormtail grovelled, "I didn't mean to let him escape, please forgive me."

"You're telling me that you're not intentionally incompetent?" Voldemort gave faint cackle, "I hate to imagine what might become of you without my guidance, I suppose you'd be dead as well. Crucio." Voldemort coughed loudly and repeatedly, the kind of coughing fit that shook his entire body, "I suppose there's no good in driving one of my only remaining followers insane."

"Master," Wormtail threw himself to the ground before the armchair, "your benevolence knows no bound, I am not worthy."

"You aren't worthy, and neither is my benevolence boundless," a frail arm reached out to where Harry was watching from, "you're on thin ice. One of these days I will feed you to Nagini.

Harry was ripped from the dream and back to Professor Trelawney's tower; his clothes were drenched with sweat, his scar was burning and all his class mates were watching him with shocked faces.

"Harry," Neville was first to speak, "are you alright?"

"Yes," Harry shook his head, "what happened?"

"You had a bit of a fall," Ron explained as he helped him into sitting position, "luckily you fell to your left and into Neville's lap or else you would have hit your head pretty hard."

"I do believe you were overwhelmed by the beyond," Professor Trelawney's bracelets clinked as she twirled her shawl, "You showed all the classic signs of one commuting with the great beyond."

"Oh," Harry rolled his eyes, "great. That sounds exciting." Harry got to his feet, stumbling slightly, "Can I be excused? I want to pop by the hospital wing so Madam Pomphry can be sure I was in the beyond."

"Very well," Professor Trelawney shrugged, "but we must discuss what the beyond has shown you at a later date."

Harry packed his things and was down the ladder, then the stairs as quickly as he could. Harry crossed the transfiguration courtyard and navigated the corridors till he emerged in the main courtyard. Now there was a decision to be made; cross the courtyard to the hospital wing and take a nap, or walk down the corridor to the gilded gargoyle and consult Dumbledore. Going to the hospital wing might cause his friends undue duress and he didn't want to face the repercussions when they figured out that he was faking.

Harry made his way to the gilded statue that concealed the stairway to the headmaster's office, he didn't know the password but he did know that Professor Dumbledore tended to use types of candy, "Lemon sherbet, liquorice snaps, liquorice wand, ton-tongue toffy." That last one wasn't real, not in the strict sense. Harry tried to think of whether Kurt had mentioned any candy but he came up blank, what was he missing? "Every flavour beans? Chocolate frogs." Then a thought occurred to him, as much as Dumbledore had an influence on Kurt, it appeared to be a two-way street, "Ritz bar, Chocolate truffles."

The statue began to rotate and Harry smiled broadly, he hopped on and rode the rotating staircase all the way to the top. When he reached the grand door to the headmaster's office, it was slightly ajar. Within the office were three figures; the lithe headmaster, the dumpy Minister for Magic, and the stout Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

"I assure you minister," Dumbledore's tone was condescending, "Barty did not drop dead of his own of his own accord."

"He'd been ill for months," Fudge spoke his stern yet slightly shrill voice, "he hadn't been able to fulfil his duties, that sounds like a man who might drop dead."

"Yes, yet he didn't," Professor Moody spoke with authority, "the death of Barty Crouch was clearly the work of dark magic."

"The company you're keeping these days is less than savoury," Fudge scoffed, "Probably that half-giantess Madam Maxime."

Harry suddenly understood what Hagrid had meant when he asked her which side she had it on, he wanted to know which one of her parents had been a giant; big boned my arse.

Dumbledore had moved closer to Fudge, "you're letting your personal prejudices blind you."

"I have no such prejudices," the man tried to look down his nose at the taller wizard, "Hagrid and I have been friends for years."

"That doesn't protect you from your prejudices," Dumbledore spoke down to the man, "they are very much alive if you can make a judgement based on the demographic that somebody belongs to."

"But giants are known to be savage creatures," Fudge argued.

"And Purebloods are known to believe in supremacist ideals of the Death Eaters," Dumbledore crossed his arms, "can I therefore assume that you and Alastor share their views."

"Headmaster," Professor Moody flicked his wand and revealed Harry to the room, "this conversation is no longer private."

"I'm going to have the Aurors' Office patrol the grounds to see if the supposed attacker is lingering," Minister Fudge spoke with a flushed face, "Good afternoon Harry."

"I'll go supervise," Professor Moody said as he followed the man out of the room.

Dumbledore rolled his eyes, "we'll speak when I return, Alastor and Cornelius have never seen eye to eye. I will be needed to stop them bickering." He laid a hand on Harry's shoulder, "we'll speak when I return, help yourself to a liquorice snap."

Harry didn't have a liquorice snap, they were more Kurt's speed than his own. He paced the perimeter of the circular office, looking at the trinkets that filled the glass cabinets. The silver gizmos were of all sorts but none were familiar, and none caught Harry's eye until he came to a plain looking bowl filled with cloudy grey liquid and lined with weird letters. There wasn't much to it but it beckoned Harry to get closer, have a peek inside. Harry leaned forward and felt himself falling.

Harry found himself in an indoor amphitheatre, with a cage in the centre and a man in the cage. Harry was confused by what had happened but more so when he found himself seated between a younger Professor Moody and Dumbledore. It appeared to be a trial of sorts, with Mr Crouch presiding over the court. Harry looked closely at the man on trial and found himself looking at Igor Karkaroff.

"Calling to order the Wizengamot Trial of Igor Karkaroff," Mr Crouch spoke sternly, "the prisoner of Azkaban Prison wishes to present this council with information in exchange for a suspended sentence. It is the job of this council to judge the merit of the information and decide on recompense."

"Thank you," Karkaroff moved to grab the bars but pulled his hands away as soon as his hands made contact with the metal bars, "I have names of Death Eaters who have gone uncaptured and their crimes."

"Very well," Mr crouch nodded, "the council will hear names one at a time."

"Antonin Dolohov," the man was a shell of that which he had become, shivering like a heroine addict, "he tortured muggles and non-supporters."

Mr Crouch looked down at something on his podium and shook his head, "Dolohov is already in custody."

"I have more names," Karkaroff pleaded, "Even Rosier; he did grunt work, intimidation and the sorts."

Again, Mr Crouch consulted his podium and shook his head, "Rosier was killed resisting arrest."

"Quinton Travers," Karkaroff twitched nervously, "he killed Marlene McKinnon and her family."

Mr Crouch didn't shake his head this time, instead he handed a card to the man on his left, "that name has been taken into consideration, does the prisoner have anymore names?"

"George Muliciber," Karkaroff gave a crazed smile, "a specialist in the imperius curse."

Another card was passed left, "any other names?"

"Severus Snape," Karkaroff grabbed the bars and there was a sizzling sound, "the Dark Lord's confidant and most trusted advisor."

Dumbledore stood while Harry's head swam, he knew this but hearing someone other than Kurt saying it made it real, "Snape was a Death Eater but used his position to gather information as a spy for our side at great personal risk to himself. He is no more a Death Eater than myself."

"Snape was a Death Eater!" Karkaroff screamed, "he remains loyal to the Dark Lord."

"If you have no more names of value," Mr Crouch gestured to the guards, "the prisoner will be return to Azkaban whilst the council evaluates the information he has provided and decides on adequate compensation."

Karkaroff protested as they carted him off. The scene swirled into smoke and they were back in the same room, this time with a different yet still familiar person in the cage; Ludo Bagman.

"Calling to order the Wizengamot Trial of Ludo Bagman," Mr Crouch spoke sternly as he had at the previous trial, "who stands accused of knowingly passing information to Death Eaters. How does the defendant plea?"

"I'm not guilty I tell you," Ludo smiled at the crowd, his handsome face dirty and his clothes dishevelled.

"But there are witnesses to the exchange," Mr Crouch furrowed his brow in frustration, "are you telling me that all those people were lying?"

"Look," Ludo flashed another smile, "I didn't know he was a Death Eater."

"But your carelessness resulted in the death of a family," Crouch countered, "Surely, your gross negligence is a punishable offence."

"I'm just the best beater in all the British Isles," Ludo shrugged, "I don't know anything about politics."

"Ignorance is not a defence," Mr Crouch snapped. He shook his head in defeat, "do you have any witnesses to call? Or perhaps a closing statement?"

"I'm not a bad guy," Ludo bowed his head, "I made a small mistake."

"Okay," Mr Crouch gestured to the Wizard at the prompter, "Time for a vote; all in favour conviction." A few hands, "All opposed." As sea of hands rose, "the nays have it."

The scene swirled into grey once more and the same room appeared but this time the cage was gone, in its place was a throne with a beautiful woman chained to it, on one side was a large man with a shadow of elegance, on her other side was a man who resembled the first and a much younger man who was bent into himself. "Calling to order the Wizengamot Trial of Bellatrix LeStrange, Rudolphus LeStrange, Rebastan LeStrange and Barty Crouch Jr," Mr Crouch was unmoved by the last name, "the four prisoner stand accused of the Torture and permanent incapacitation of Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom."

Standing on the platform looking like they were being knighted by the Queen were Kurt's birth parents and his uncle, beside them was the man Harry had seen in his dream of Voldemort from June.

~0~

"You're smart," the man grabbed his flask to take a sip but he came up empty, "too smart to be Harry Potter, that's for sure."

"Harry Potter is my friend," he snapped, "I will not stand to hear him insulted by somebody other than myself."

The man chuckled as he riffled through a cabinet, then a chest before turning back to him, "Do you know how I knew who you were?"

"Don't bluff," he shook his head, "I will not be influenced."

"Come on," the man smiled, "I'm coming out to play, let me see those exquisite cheek bones Mr Hummel."

"I can't," he shook his head, "not yet at least."

"From the first time I saw you, I knew there was something familiar," Barty Crouch Jr cackled as his face melted into a younger, gaunter one, "the way you look, that demeanour; I had seen it all before but I couldn't recall where." His hair thickened and turned from ash blond to mud brown, "I asked around the staff room but nobody knew until I asked Professor Binns, the old fool couldn't tell you apart from your father with his failed eyesight and called you Ruddy. Commented on your less than savoury brother too, I didn't think he meant Hudson by then."

"All this interest and you hadn't even met me," Kurt scoffed, "I'm not sure whether to be flattered or creeped out."

"My only intention is to flatter," Barty smiled manically, removing the mechanical eye as he spoke.

"You told me who my parents were on the day we met," Kurt pointed out, "did you do the research after you shared your suspicions with me."

"No," Barty cackled once more, "I would have never recognised you, I'd never seen you but only been told of your existence and sworn to secrecy. Even if I did know you, I wouldn't remember the face of an infant." He shook his head and paced, "it was seeing you with Narcissa and Druella at the world cup final, that resemblance, that got me thinking."

"World Cup final?" Kurt's eyes grew wide, "you were with Binky, you stole Harry's wand, you conjured the dark mark." Kurt balled his fists at his side, "Do you know the irreparable emotional turmoil you've put poor Winky through as a result of your actions that night?"

Kurt didn't think before acting, he swung a left hook and broke the man's nose. Before the man could regain his composure, Kurt had his wand out and waved it with precision, "Petrificus totalus."

So things are taking a turn with untold consequences...

Hope you liked it.

memento aliter- Memory modification spell

animare iterum- counter spell to the fainting powder.