A/N Thank you to the lovely people who comment on my stories! That means you Zicoria. And Americas Ham as well. Both of you are awesome. Now onto the stuff you clicked for!
Disclaimer: Haven't we gone over this already? I'm not J.K! Do I like like her? No. If I were her I wouldn't have killed off Dobby or Hedwig! ( Or Lupin, or Tonks, Mad-eye, Snape, Dumbledore, Fred, George's ear. Etc.)
Emma's POV
I raced in front of Barty Jr./Moody. He let out a yell and kicked out at me. I snarled and jumped to avoid his foot. I transfigured back into a human and glared at him.
" It's me you bluthering idiot!" I hissed at him. Barty gave me a confused look until he clapped a hand to his forehead. I gave him a withering glare.
" How in the Wizarding World do you not know who I am? We're twins for Merlin's sake!" I scolded. " But thankfully, we're not identical. You're even uglier in person."
" It's called a disguise Brilliant." he countered. " This is Moody's ugliness."
" No," I said, enjoying myself immensly. " The ugly is still you." That seemed to be the last straw. He whipped out his wand and pointed it at me.
" We're on the same side, Barty." I told him ( it wasn't nessecarily true). " I just wanted to ask you a favor." Any paitence he had left was draining rapidly.
" If you see Dad, kill him." I said smirking. He returned the glance.
" Will do. You still holding a grudge over getting kicked off the Family Tree?" he asked.
" I'll be over it, once he's six feet under." I answered. He shook his head mockingly.
" Just get him to the Tri-Wizard Tournament." he said.
"Will do Brother Barty." I said, and apparated with a bang.
Barty's POV
I slipped into the room where the Goblet of Fire was kept. The slip of paper was clenched tightly in my hand. Alastor Moody turned out to be a very good cover story. Potter found trust in me almost as soon as he saw me.
I had to move quickly. Do this job and get out. I knew this would work, the Goblet favored him because Dumbledore favored him. Stupid headmaster. No matter. The Tri-Wizard Cup needed the final spell touched to it. It was hard to get it, but it would be important in the last phase of my plan.
I strode through the enchantment barrier around the Goblet an dropped a piece of paper into it. Right before it burst into flame, the name on it shone brightly.
Harry Potter.
A/N Yeah, I know it's annoyingly short, but it had important stuff, not an entire waste.
Question of the day: Tell me in your own words. Why is a raven like a writing desk? Johnny Depp didn't know. Heck, Lewis Carrol didn't know etheir. I might, but do you?
REVIEW!