Overview: Set in end of HPGOF. What if, at Voldemort's rebirth, he'd given Harry more than bad memories? What if his Death Eaters took more than Cedric's life?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. He belongs to J. K. Rowling's :)

Chapter two:

Harry could hardly breathe; he felt cold. 'Blind?' he whispered.

There was a slight pause then Sirius mumbled, 'Yes.'

Harry lifted a hand to his face. He started at his chin then slowly raised his fingers to his lips. He trailed them towards his ear and then he found it. About an inch below his eyes, his skin changed abruptly from smooth to hidden behind bandages. His fingers skimmed the bandages up and up and up until he reached the top which rested just below his scar. He clenched his jaw and lowered his hand. 'How long have I been out for?' he asked, evenly.

'Not long, a couple of hours' answered Sirius.

Then something came back to him that Voldemort had said. There is a spy in Hogwarts! He sat up right way too fast and he felt pain in his left arm. He clutched at it but ignored it, turning to Dumbledore. 'Sir! Voldemort, he's got a spy in Hogwarts. I don't know who it is, but we've got to find them!' He nearly shouted and, forgetting momentarily how hurt he was, tried to get out of bed.

Both adults were quickly and gently pushing him back onto the mattress. 'Harry, we've found him, don't worry yourself,' Dumbledore soothed, 'The Minister is here and I must say we're lucky that I wished to speak with our prisoner or the Dementor that Cornelius insisted on having present would have performed the Kiss.' Harry felt himself pale. 'I have managed to convince Cornelius to listen to the spy under the influence of Veritaserum. I am hopeful that he will believe him.'

'Sir? I think I may have proof if Fudge doesn't believe him…' he whispered, his hand clutching his left forearm.

'Yes, Harry?' Dumbledore encouraged cautiously.

Harry breathed in and drew upon his Gryffindor courage. He quickly pulled back his sleeve, uncovered his arm and turned it over so that they could see what had been branded there…

Both men gasped at what they saw. Although Harry could not, he knew that they were now looking upon a black skull with an equally black snake sliding out of its mouth; the Dark Mark.

Harry couldn't help it, he felt ashamed. 'I didn't want it, he gave it to me…he thought sending back the corpse of Harry Potter with the Dark Mark would-' he was cut off by Sirius' shoulder as the older man embraced him.

'Don't you dare think that we'd doubt you like that,' growled Sirius. 'We know you didn't want it!'

'Voldemort spent – sorry, spends weeks, even months, before he'll brand one of his followers with the Dark Mark. Some never even get branded.' Dumbledore said. 'But this should prove it to Cornelius, as no one but Voldemort himself could have given you the Mark. I'll fetch him'

Harry could hear Dumbledore's footsteps leaving and the door close. Harry raised his arms and hugged Sirius back. They stayed in this position for a long time. Then Harry heard footsteps. Sirius obviously did too because he abruptly broke the hug and transformed. Harry listened intently and could just hear Dumbledore questioning Fudge before they entered.

'I'm sorry Dumbledore but the word of a madman is not enough proof!' Fudge was saying.

'I have further proof if you require but I must warn you; it is slightly disturbing.' Dumbledore said.

'Fine, what is this proof then?' Fudge asked, with a combination of fear and impatience.

'The Dark Mark,' Dumbledore said simply. 'Only Voldemort can brand a person with the Dark Mark. I implore you Cornelius, do not jump to any hasty conclusions.'

As the door opened, Harry flipped his wrist over to cover his forearm.

'Harry,' Dumbledore greeted him. The Headmaster took his hand and he felt a small vial being pushed into it. 'Drink this. Cornelius, I'm giving the boy Veritaserum, so do not judge his integrity.'

'Merlin's beard! What happened to his face?' Fudge gasped, as Harry raised the small vial to his lips and drank.

Dumbledore took the vial back and presumably offered it to Fudge as he then said 'Here, Cornelius take it to be tested if you want. Now Harry could you please turn your wrist over?' he asked gently.

Harry gulped but did as he asked. He heard Fudge shout in shock and Harry pet Sirius' head as the dog growled at Fudge's reaction.

'Ho – wha – wh – how?' Fudge stammered.

Harry, who had just entered a state of extreme calm, answered monotonously 'Lord Voldemort decided gave it to me. He decided that it would be the best way to send my corpse back; branded with his Mark.'

'Harry, could you please tell us what happened in the maze?' Asked Dumbledore.

Harry nodded and replied in the same monotone. 'Cedric and I were racing for the cup. He was going to get there first but he was attacked by a spider. I stopped to help him and injured my leg. We argued briefly then decided to both take the cup. We counted to three then grabbed it simultaneously.'

'What happened when the two of you grabbed the cup?'

'We were transported to a muggle graveyard. The cup had been a Portkey. My scar really hurt and I saw a figure approach us. Then a voice said 'kill the spare' and the figure killed Cedric. The same figure dragged me to a tombstone and tied me to it. The hood fell off; it was Wormtail. I realised he had this creature in his arms. I don't know what it was but I now think it was Voldemort's form. Wormtail dropped it in a cauldron and said, 'Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son.' Then the grave beneath me cracked and some dust come out which was put in the cauldron. He then pulled out a knife and said, 'Flesh of the servant willingly given you will revive your master'. Then he (different sentence starter than the previous, though still relatively unchanged) cut off his right hand which was put in the cauldron too. Wormtail came over to me, cut my arm,' he gestured, 'and filled a vial. He said 'Blood of the enemy forcibly taken you will resurrect your foe,' and he emptied that in the cauldron. The potion went white and then it produced a mist. The mist started to clear a little and I could see someone rising from the cauldron.'

'Who was it?' whispered Fudge, fear heavy in his voice.

'Voldemort,' Harry answered.

'What did he do, Harry?' Dumbledore urged.

'He asked Wormtail-'

'Wait. Who is Wormtail?' Fudge interrupted.

'Pe-'

'No Harry don't answer that just yet,' Dumbledore cut in, 'not yet. What did Voldemort do?'

'He asked Wormtail to give him his arm. Then he pressed his finger against the Dark Mark on Wormtail's left arm. Then heaps of Death Eaters appeared. They were wearing masks so I don't know who all of them were but there was definitely Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Macnair, Avery, and Nott. He mentioned the Lestranges but they're in Azkaban. He told them how he'd managed to return and that his has a loyal servant in Hogwarts.'

'What happened then, Harry?'

'He said that he had tried to think of the best way to kill me. He had decided on sending back my corpse branded with the Dark Mark. Then he gave it to me,' he indicated to his left arm weakly. 'Then we – we fought. But something strange happened. Our curses collided and our wands were connected.'

'Priori Incantatem, I will explain later Cornelius,' Dumbledore promised the minister. 'Did you break the connection?'

'Yes, then I ran towards Cedric and I summoned the cup. Just before I grabbed the cup, I heard one of the Death Eaters shout Sectumsempraand I felt a lot of pain in my face.'

'Wh-?' Fudge started.

'I will explain later, Cornelius, we need to ask Harry something while he is still under the influence of Veritaserum. Harry, who is Wormtail?' Dumbledore asked gently.

'Peter Pettigrew,' Harry answered. He heard Cornelius gasp then mutter something that sounded like 'preposterous'.

'Who betrayed your parents to Voldemort?'

'Wormtail.'

'Who cursed the street full of muggles that Sirius Black was accused of?'

'Wormtail.'

'Is Pettigrew an Animagus?'

'Yes, he transforms into a rat.'

'No, he doesn't!' Fudge interrupted.

'Yes he does, Cornelius, because Pettigrew is an unregistered Animagus,' Dumbledore explained. 'Is Sirius Black innocent of all charges brought against him?'

'Yes,' Harry replied.

'Good. Now, Minister is there any doubts as to Sirius Black's innocence?' Dumbledore asked menacingly. I think if there were Fudge would be too scared to say so with that tone! Harry thought. Presumably Fudge shook his head because Dumbledore said 'Good. Then, Sirius would you please take your normal form.'

Harry felt Sirius' head turn to look at Dumbledore, with which Harry assumed to be a confused expression, before he moved out of Harry's reach.

'Sirius Black!' Fudge yelped.

'Hello Minister' Sirius said softly.

'No doubt you have many questions, Cornelius. But Harry needs rest, so if you would be so kind as to continue this conversation with myself and Sirius in my office,' Dumbledore said calmly.

Harry wanted Sirius to stay. 'Could Sirius come back afterwards?' he pleaded, the effects of the Veritaserum waning.

Sirius squeezed his hand. 'I'll try, if Poppy and the Minister let me,' he promised.

Then all three men left and Madam Pomfrey swooped in. 'Now take this, Potter, you need your sleep.' Harry wordlessly drunk the goblet being pushed into his hand and sunk, exhausted, back into his pillow and a dreamless sleep.

A/N: Crouch had told Fudge and Dumbledore what he told everyone in GOF. I couldn't be bothered putting it in :p