Hey I'm finally back! Sorry its been about a century since I've written. As you may have noticed I have made a few changes to the other chapters, and am finally writing a new one. I did have a chapter four on here for a few days a while ago, but it got deleted somehow so here is a brand new one. R&R please!!

A jarring flash of green and a distant scream... my heart pounding and sweat pouring off my body...

I jolted awake and turned to face the clock. It was just barely midnight. I didn't remember all of my dream, but there was a cold lump of fear in my stomach and I was trembling under the covers.

I sat up and swung my feet over the edge of the bed. My five roommates were all fast asleep. As I sat there listening to the rain, I realized I was suddenly wide awake. And my fuzzy slippers just inches from my feet seemed to be calling to me.

Without really thinking, I slipped into them, pulled on my bathrobe, and padded down to the common room. I walked past the flickering fire and pushed open the door to the empty halls. I shuffled along, not really knowing where I was going. There was an eerie silence hanging in the air. Being alone in this big school at night was kind of creepy.

I wandered along, and before I knew it I was at the bottom of the grand staircase at the doors of the Great Hall. I looked around, not sure what to do, when I heard a sound on the other side of the doors. I walked closer and pressed my ear up against it. There was a man in there, mumbling something to himself. Something told me not to open the door. I squinted through the crack.

I could make out a body hunched over the Goblet of Fire, and as I strained my ears, I could hear what he was saying.

"My Lord, I am doing your bidding. As I write his name on this parchment and drop it into the fire. Harry Potter will be chosen. He will compete in the tournament. He will win, and when he does, he will be taken to you, where your plan will be fufilled. Harry Potter will die, and you will be restored to LIFE!" He dropped the slip of parchment into the fire and started to laugh maniacly.

My heart was pounding. This man was after Harry, and he was working for he-who-must-not-be-named! Without thinking, I leaned heavily against the door. I gasped as it fell open, and I stumbled into plain view of the man. He whirled around to face me.

"You- you can't kill Harry!" I choked out, feeling idiotic and very scared.

"Oh really and why's that?" He asked, advancing toward me. "A little girl like you is gonna stop me?"

As he taunted me, I noticed something strange. He was wearing the exact same brown traveling cloak that Moody had been wearing at dinner, and he held in his hand what looked to be a cane. But as I looked closer, I saw it was a wooden leg!

The man was inches from me now, leering down at me with a crazed look on his face. His tongue flicked at the corner of his mouth like a serpent.

"You could ruin my plan. You could tell everyone what you just saw tonight, you silly little girl. And we can't have that now, can we?"

I gulped as he raised his wand.

"Avada-

"Wait!" I lunged and knocked the wand out of his hand.

"That. Was not. Smart," he said, picking it up, his face even more twisted and insane than before.

I raised my wand in defense. "How will it look, if you kill a girl, your first day on the job. Moody?" I looked him in the eye.

"Oh you're a clever one," he murmured, glancing down at the leg in his hand. "But now I really do have to kill you."

"I'll scream! I'll scream and they'll all come running and they'll see what you did, and they'll lock you up in Azkaban!"

His face darkened at the mention of this word and he seemed to hesitate and lose some of his confidence. I seized the opportunity. "I know you're not really Moody, and I know that you're planning something terrible here, and I-

"You won't say a WORD!" he hissed, holding his wand to my throat. "If I spare your life, you will keep absolutely silent, or else I will kill you."

I kept perfectly still.

"Here, this should insure that you don't spill the beans." He pointed his wand at my throat, and murmured an incantation. "There. Now if you even so much as think about telling, well, let's just say I wouldn't do it if I were you." He ripped his wand away fiercely. "Now go back to bed little girl, and pretend like you never saw a thing."

I turned and ran out of the hall and up the staircase, tears streaming down my face. When at last I made it back to Gryffindor Tower, I jumped into bed and buried underneath the blankets to cry myself to sleep.