I do not own Bleach or Harry Potter the both belong respectively to Tite Kubo and J.K. Rowling


After splitting from Remus and Sirius, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione went in search of Yoruichi. Turns out the she was well aware of what had happened, having been monitoring Harry's spiritual pressure over the course of the third task. Though they were surprised by Urahara's presence, they didn't dwell on it as Yoruichi promised the worried teens that they would make sure that Harry returned safely.

With no other choice they returned outside to wait for any sign of Harry. They waited for what felt like an eternity until finally they saw Harry appear unconscious just outside the hedge maze, his clothes soaked with blood. In his hand was the Triwizard Cup and at his side was an unmoving Cedric Diggory.

Worried about their friend, they rushed down the field not caring who they had to knock over to get to Harry.

They weren't they only one's as other people poured onto the field, including Dumbledore, Sirius, and Minister Fudge. All of whom were clearly shocked and confused as to how Harry had gotten into such a state.

"Harry! Harry!" Sirius cried, trying to wake his godson. But Harry didn't even twitch, only the steady rise and fall of his chest let them know he was alive. Nearby, the Minister was

"My God, Diggory!" Fudge whispered horrified. "Dumbledore, he's dead!"

The words were repeated by the surrounding students building into a panic, until they all started shouting "He's dead! Cedric Diggory! Dead!" into the night.

"Dumbledore, he needs to go to the hospital wing" said Sirius, picking up his godson.

Dumbledore looked as if he wanted to argue, most likely wanting to try and force Harry awake for answers. But Sirius didn't wait for the Hogwarts Headmaster to reply, as he forced his way through the crowd, aware that Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were following after him.


Harry opened his eyes to the blurry image of the hospital wing. His mind slowly piecing together that Yoruichi and her friend had obviously sent him back to Hogwarts. To his shame he could still remember the events at the graveyard clearly. Voldemort's Return. Cedric's Death. The destruction of his combat pass and his mother's protection along with it. And of course the sudden destruction of his zanpakutō. Even now, Harry couldn't feel Nakatsukasa's presence, leaving him feeling empty inside.

"So you're awake, Potter" came Moody's voice, followed by the ex-aura's entrance into the room. "Tell me what happened, Potter."

"The Cup was a portkey" said Harry, putting on glasses. He wasn't surprised that he neither Sirius or Remus were in the room, nor were his friends; Madam Pomfrey didn't usually allow long term visits and he had no idea how long he had been asleep. "It took me and Cedric to a graveyard…and Voldemort was there."

Guilt weighed on Harry's soul as he cursed his inability to save his fellow Hogwarts champion's life. Regardless of whether or not he noticed this, Moody continued to push Harry for answers.

"The Dark Lord was there? What happened then?"

Harry continued to recount the events of the graveyard, only editing out the parts concerning Soul Reapers and Hollows. Though the Death Eaters now knew about him, Harry wasn't sure about sharing that information with Moody, not knowing the man well enough to trust him.

As Harry completed his tale, he noticed that Moody was looking at him strangely with a sort of madness in his eyes as they focused on him unblinkingly.

"So the Dark Lord has returned" said Moody. "And what about his Death Eaters? How did he treat them? Did he forgive them?"

Harry's instincts were now screaming at him, telling him that something wasn't right. He tried to get up, but Moody just pushed him back down, drawing his wand and pointing it at Harry.

"He forgave them, then?" he said. "The Death Eaters who went free? The ones who escaped Azkaban?"

"What?" said Harry. He was looking at the wand Moody was pointing at was bad, he was still drained from the graveyard duel, even his spirit energy was drained.

"I asked you," said Moody quietly. "Whether he forgave the scum who never even went to look for him. Those treacherous cowards who wouldn't even brave Azkaban for him. The faithless, worthless bits of filth who were brave enough to cavort in masks at the Quidditch World Cup, but fled at the sight of the Dark Mark when I fired it into the sky."

"You fired?"

"If there's one thing I hate, Harry, more than anything, it's a Death Eater that walked free. They turned their backs on my master when he needed them most. I expected him to punish them, to torture them. Tell me he hurt them, Harry."

There was no hiding the insanity in Moody's eyes as a twisted grin spread across his face.

"Tell me hold them that I, I alone remained faithful…prepared to risk everything to deliver him the one thing he wanted above all…you."

"You put my name in the Goblet of Fire" Harry realized.

"Yes I did" Moody confessed. "I put your name in the Goblet, under the name of a different school. Planned on frightening off anyone that might try to hurt you or prevent you from winning the tournament. Convenient for me you could at least handle yourself well enough for that. I even nudged Hagrid into showing you the dragons.

It hasn't all been easy though, Harry, guiding you through these tasks without arousing suspicion. Couldn't have Dumbledore catching on, if you managed everything too easily. Still I just needed you in that maze, preferably with a decent head start, then I simply had to get rid of the other champions and leave your way clear.

But I also had to contend with your stupidity. The second task that was when I was most afraid we'd fail. I was keeping watch on you, Potter. You weren't making progress with the egg so I told Cedric how to solve it. I knew he'd tell you, Potter. Decent people are so easy to manipulate; he was sure to want to repay you for telling him about the dragons.

And when I heard about that mud-blood friend of yours little group, I knew I could use that house-elf Dobby to pass along the gillyweed. All I had to do was call the elf to the staffroom to collect some robes for cleaning, stage a loud conversation with McGonagall about the hostages, and the rest went off like clockwork; your little elf friend ran straight to Snape's office and then hurried to find you. Lucky, Dumbledore took your idiocy in the lake for nobility and marked you high for it.

Made sure you had an easy time of it in the maze tonight. I was patrolling around it, able to see through the outer hedges, able to curse obstacles out of your way. I stunned Fleur Delacour as she passed. I put the Imperius Curse on Krum, so he'd finish Diggory and leave your path clear.

It all went perfectly but the Dark Lord wasn't able to kill you, Potter, and he so wanted to" Moody whispered. "Imagine how he'll reward me when he finds I have done it for him. I gave you to him, the thing he needed above all to regenerate, and then I killed you for him. I will be honored beyond all other Death Eaters. I will be his dearest, his closest supporter . . . closer than a son."

"Well that's enough of that" came Yoruichi's male voice.

Moody spun around wand pointed at the door but there was no one around, all he found was a black cat. To the madman's surprise the cat spoke.

"I'm afraid your precious Dark Lord will be disappointed" said Yoruichi.

Mad-Eye waved his wand to cast a curse but before he could, Yoruichi's eyes glowed and Moody found himself blasted across the room, crashing into the back wall, before dropping to the floor unconscious.

Remaining in cat form, Yoruichi jumped into Harry's lap a moment later the door to the hospital wing swung open as Dumbledore, Remus, Sirius, Snape, and McGonagall ran inside.

At that moment, Harry understood why people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort had ever feared. Gone was the usual twinkle in his eyes, replaced with a cold fury in every line of his ancient face; a sense of power radiating from him as though he were giving off burning heat.

"Harry, are you alright?" asked Sirius, as he and Remus rushed to his side.

"Yeah I'm ok" said Harry. He watched as Prof. McGonagall helped a dazed Madam Pomfrey into her office to rest. "But Moody's gone mad."

"This is not Alastor Moody" Dumbledore said quietly. "I'm afraid the real Moody may have been missing for some time now."

"Your friends were watching the map" said Remus. "They saw Barty Crouch was in the hospital wing with you."

"Polyjuice" Harry realized.

"Exactly" the werewolf confirmed.

"But I thought Crouch was strict on his stance against the Death Eaters?"

"Wrong Crouch, I'm afraid" said Dumbledore, pulling the hip flask from inside Moody's robes, along with a ring of keys. "Severus, please fetch me the strongest Truth Potion you possess, and then go down to the kitchens and bring up the house-elf called Winky."

Once Snape left, Dumbledore signaled Sirius forward, who Harry now noticed was carrying a trunk with him. Trying each of the keys, Dumbledore unlocked each compartment revealing a number of spell books, cloaks, and other magical equipment.

Finally, the last compartment opened up revealing a kind of underground room, and lying on the floor some ten feet below, apparently fast asleep, thin and starved in appearance, was the real Mad-Eye Moody. His wooden leg was gone, the socket that should have held the magical eye looked empty beneath its lid, and chunks of his hair were missing.

Grabbing a blanket off a free bed, Dumbledore dropped into the trunk, draping it over the cold Moody's shoulders as he carried the unconscious man out of the trunk and over to an empty bed, planning on having Madam Pomfrey treat him, once they were done.

"The simplicity of it, is brilliant" said Dumbledore, eyes now fixed on the fake Moody. "Moody never does drink except from his hip flask, he's well known for it. Of course, the imposter needed to keep the real Moody close by, so he could continue making the potion."

Before their eyes the face of the man on the floor began to change. The scars started to disappear, as the skin became smoother; the mangled nose became whole and started to shrink. The long mane of grizzled gray hair withdrew into his scalp, changing to a straw blond color. With a loud clunk, the wooden leg fell away as a normal leg regrew in its place; next moment, the magical eyeball popped out of the man's face as a real eye replaced it.

Harry didn't recognize him but from the looks on Dumbledore, Remus, Sirius, and McGonagall's faces they certainly did.

"Crouch!" Snape gasped, stopping dead in the doorway as he returned with Winky. "Barty Crouch!"

As filthy and disheveled, as when he last saw her, Harry watched as Winky peered around Snape's legs.

"Master Barty!" the elf shrieked, flinging herself onto the young man's chest. "Master Barty, what is you doing here?"

By now Harry had finally caught on and realized that the imposter was in fact Barty Crouch Jr. Question was, how was he alive, when he was reported to have died in Azkaban?

"You is killed him! You is killed him!" Winky sobbed. "You is killed Master's son!"

"He is simply unconscious, Winky," said Dumbledore. "Step aside, please. Severus, you have the potion?"

Snape handed Dumbledore a small glass bottle of what Harry recognized as the Veritaserum, the truth potion that he had threatened him with in class earlier that year.

Dumbledore positioned Crouch Jr. into a sitting position, forced his mouth open and deposited three drops of the potion onto his tongue; ignoring Winky as she continued to sob, as she was moved to the floor where she fell to her knees, trembling, hands over her face.

"Rennervate" aiming his wand at Crouch Jr, Dumbledore magically revived him. Though his eyes were now open Crouch's gaze was clearly unfocused.

"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Yes" Crouch muttered.

"How did you escape from Azkaban?"

Crouch took a deep, shuddering breath, then began to speak in a flat, expressionless voice.

"My mother saved me. She knew she was dying. She persuaded my father to rescue me as a last favor to her. He loved her as he had never loved me. He agreed. They came to visit me. They gave me a draft of Polyjuice Potion containing one of my mother's hairs. She took a draft of Polyjuice Potion containing one of my hairs. We took on each other's appearance."

Winky's trembling worsened as the son confessed his father's sins.

"Say no more, Master Barty" she pleaded. "Say no more, you is getting your father into trouble!"

But Crouch just continued his tale.

"The Dementors are blind. They sensed one healthy, one dying person entering Azkaban. They sensed one healthy, one dying person leaving it. My father smuggled me out, disguised as my mother, in case any prisoners were watching through their doors.

My mother died a short while afterward in Azkaban. She was careful to drink Polyjuice Potion until the end. She was buried under my name and bearing my appearance. Everyone believed her to be me."

"And what did your father do with you, once you were home?" Dumbledore pressed.

"Staged my mother's death. A quiet, private funeral. That grave is empty. The house-elf nursed me back to health. Then I had to be concealed. I had to be controlled. My father had to use a number of spells to subdue me. When I had recovered my strength, I thought only of finding my master - of returning to his service."

"How did your father subdue you?"

"The Imperius Curse," said Crouch. "I was under my father's control. I was forced to wear an Invisibility Cloak day and night. I was always with the house-elf. She was my keeper and caretaker. She pitied me. She persuaded my father to give me occasional treats. Rewards for my good behavior."

"Master Barty, Master Barty," Winky sobbed, through her hands. "You isn't ought to tell them, we is getting in trouble."

But to no avail as the potion continued to loosen Crouch Jr.'s tongue. He went on to explain that the Ministry witch, Bertha Jorkins had discovered him, resulting in Crouch Sr. permanently damaging her memory to keep his secret.

Crouch confessed that Winky had persuaded his father to allow him to witness the Quidditch World Cup. What the elf didn't know was that Crouch Jr. had been growing stronger and had managed to briefly fight off his father's control, this time long enough to steal Harry's wand during the match.

At this point Harry didn't have to look to know Yoruichi was giving him a scolding look. In his defense, at the time Harry still need to make a conscious effort to sense spiritual pressures; he didn't think to search for invisible people at the World Cup.

It was during Lucius Malfoy's Death Eater attack, that Crouch Jr. found he could fully break free and in the chaos he had cast the Dark Mark, just as the Aurors arrived firing stunning spells hitting both him and Winky.

The rest Harry knew; Crouch Sr. arrived and dismissed Winky for what he now knew was for her failure to keep Jr. under control.

"Now it was just Father and I, alone in the house" Crouch Jr continued. "And then…and then…" an insane grin spread across his face, and Harry suspected it wasn't just the potion keeping him talking at this point. "My master came for me.

He arrived late one night in the arms of his servant Wormtail. My master had found out that I was still alive. He had captured Bertha Jorkins in Albania. He had tortured her. She told him a great deal. She told him about the Triwizard Tournament. She told him the old Auror, Moody, was going to teach at Hogwarts. He tortured her until he broke through the memory charm my father placed on her. She told him everything."

Voldemort had placed Crouch Sr. under the Imperius Curse having him go about his usual business while Jr. and Pettigrew subdued Moody allowing the former to take his place at Hogwarts. Voldemort even went so far as to temporarily remove Crouch Jr.'s Dark Mark as to prevent him from suffering the effects of Harry's mother's protection.

However, like his son before him, Crouch Sr. had periods where he would be aware of what was happening. Voldemort then deemed it unwise to allow Crouch Sr. to be seen in public explaining Percy Weasley's promotion.

Jr. then confessed that at some point Crouch Sr. had managed to escape and make his way to Hogwarts, where he was found by Harry and his friends. But before they could alert anyone, Crouch Jr. stunned and obliviated them. Afterwards he transfigured his body into a bone and buried it in the Forbidden Forest.

Bringing his tale to an end, Crouch Jr. confessed to being the one to turn the Triwizard Cup into a portkey, allowing for the return of his master to physical form.


After hearing Crouch's story, Dumbledore had McGonagall move the Death Eater to an empty classroom; sending Snape to collect Minister Fudge to question him further.

"Harry…." Dumbledore began, only for the boy in question to cut him off.

"Save it" Harry said coldly. "I can already guess you want the two of us to go to your office, alone."

"I suppose that would've been obvious. I know things have been difficult between us, Harry. But now more than ever we must work together."

Sirius and Remus watched the exchange between Harry and Dumbledore in confusion.

"What exactly is going on?" asked Remus, focusing on the headmaster. "Harry, hasn't told us what the problem is between you two is."

"I'm surprised he didn't tell you" said Dumbledore, honestly surprised. Perhaps Harry is willing to forgive?

"I haven't forgiven him" Harry spoke up, as if reading the old man's mind. "I just didn't want to see Sirius sent back to Azkaban."

"What're you talking about, Harry?" the dog animagus asked.

"Do you know about a prophecy?"

"James said something about one, once" said Sirius. "Said that was why they needed to go into hiding."

Afraid of where things were going, Dumbledore protested against continuing the topic but Harry didn't listen.

"Yeah and Snape told it to Voldemort" he said coldly. "He's the reason my parents were targeted."

What followed was far from unexpected; Sirius immediately moved to hunt down and murder Snape for revenge, only for Remus to stand in his way.

"Remus, there's no way I'm going to let that bastard get away with this" said Sirius, blood lust in his eyes.

"Believe there's nothing I'd like more" said the werewolf. "But right now we need to focus on Voldemort."

Sirius had to think about it for a bit but ultimately decided that Remus had a point.

"Sirius, Remus, understand that Severus has found redemption" said Dumbledore, aware this was only a short reprieve from their plans for revenge.

"Forget it, Dumbledore" said Remus. "I'm willing to work with you until Voldemort is gone. After that we'll be dealing with Snape."

Dumbledore sighed accepting there was little he could do to persuade them at the moment. As Remus said Voldemort had to be the priority.

"Harry, I cannot force you to work with me" Dumbledore sighed, turning his attention back to the boy. "All I ask is that you at least tell me, what happened at the graveyard."

"It won't matter" said Harry, his eyes duller than they've ever been. Seeing that they couldn't believe he'd sound so defeated, Harry went on to explain the events of the graveyard. Though he kept the part about Nakatsukasa's destruction to himself.

Sirius and Remus paled as Harry spoke about how Voldemort had gained the means to restore himself even after his body had been reduced to ashes. Dumbledore however just seemed pensive on the matter.

A black stone with the power of resurrection; could it be? Dumbledore wondered, remembering an old wizarding legend. "Thank you, Harry. I admit I do not know how we'll combat Voldemort's new abilities but I'm sure we'll find away."

Telling Sirius and Remus that he planned to gather the old guard, Dumbledore left to go meet with Minister Fudge. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione entered soon after, along with Mrs. Weasley and Bill.

While Harry appreciated the fact they had been worried about him, he didn't feel up to going over everything that had happened again. So he was relieved when Madam Pomfrey came out of her office, carrying a goblet of dreamless sleep.

For once Harry didn't complain, wanting to escape from the waking world and his grief.


Sneaking away, Yoruichi tracked down Urahara, meeting him in the Room of Requirements, where she found him sitting at a table examining the broken piece of Voldemort's stone.

"It's done" she said, shifting out of cat form as she took a seat at the table. "I put the seal on him after he fell asleep. That should keep him under control for a while."

"How is he?" asked Urahara, looking up from his work.

"Despondent" Yoruichi replied. "Kid took a big blow to his confidence. This was the first time he'd ever truly failed to protect someone."

They could both understand Harry's feelings, even after all their years of experience they still found the thought of losing people painful. So for just a thirteen-year-old, kid to have all that power and still not be able to save just one person, it was understandable for Harry to despair.

Question is would he be able to recover from it?