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Chapter Four

Harry slammed onto the ground, his face pressed on Cedric's chest. He did not move or open his eyes. He tightened his hold on Alaina's body and the Tri-Wizard Cup. His scar ached dully as he waited for something to happen… anything….

A flurry of chaos erupted around him. There were footsteps, screams, and voices. He remained where he was afraid to let go of the objects he was desperately clutching. He felt that if he did he would slip away into the blackness gathering at the edge of his brain.

A pair of hands seized him roughly and turned him over.

"Harry! Harry!"

Fighting shock and exhaustion, he forced his eyes open and looked into the face of Albus Dumbledore. There was a crowd around him in a semicircle and the maze was on the other end.

Harry let go of the cup, but used his newly freed hand to clutch Cedric's body.

"He's back," Harry whispered, "He's back. Voldemort."

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was near Dumbledore, his face white and appalled.

"My God—Diggory, Prince!" he whispered, "Dumbledore, they're dead! Harry, let go of them."

Harry felt fingers trying to pry him off of the limp bodies, but Harry would not let go. Then Dumbledore spoke, "Harry, you can't help them now. It's over. Let go."

"They wanted me to bring them back," Harry muttered- he felt it important to explain this, "They asked me to bring their bodies back to Hogwarts…"

"That's right, Harry, just let go now."

Dumbledore helped Harry get to his feet. He swayed and was unable to put support onto his injured leg. Their was chaos. Amos Diggory had run forward and was pawing at his son. Then someone larger and stronger led him through the crowd. He had slung Alaina over his shoulder effortlessly.

"What happened, Potter?" The man asked as they walked up the stone steps of the castle. Clunk, clunk, clunk, went his wooden leg as they walked. It was Mad-Eye Moody.

"Cup was a portkey… took us to a cemetery… Voldemort was there…"

Clunk, clunk, clunk up the marble stairs.

"He killed Cedric immediately… made a potion… got his body back… Alaina dueled with him… he killed her…"

"And then?" Moody prodded as they made it into his office. Harry felt a cup being shoved into his hands.

"We dueled… got away… something funny with our wands… saw mum, dad, Alaina, Cedric… they came out of his wand…."

"Drink this Harry… you'll feel better… now, I need to know exactly what happened…"

Moody's office into sharper focus.

"You're sure he's back? How did he do it?"

"He took stuff from his father's grave, Wormtail, and me and Alaina," Harry said. His head felt clearer, his scar didn't hurt as much, and he could still hear screaming from the Quidditch field in the distance.

"What did he take from you guys?"

"Blood."

"And the Death Eaters? They returned?"

"Yeah, loads of them…"

"How did he treat them? Did he forgive them?"

Then Harry suddenly remembered something important; "There's a Death Eater at Hogwarts! He put my name in the goblet! They made sure I got to the graveyard!"

He tried to stand up, but Moody pushed him back down.

"Snape? Karkaroff?"

"Snape! No, no, no! Karkaroff? That sad excuse for a man? He fled tonight when he felt the Dark Mark on his arm burn."

"So he didn't put my name in the Goblet?"

"No… I did that."

OoOoO Meanwhile:

Cedric and Alaina were lying in the hospital wing. Amos Diggory was at Cedric's bedside and Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were sitting with Alaina.

"My son…" Amos Diggory could be heard whispering in between sobs. Hermione was openly crying with her head on Ron's shoulders. Ron trying to be strong, let silent tears streak his freckled face.

Dumbledor, McGonagall, and Snape entered the hospital wing at once. They swept past the Diggory's and stood around Alaina. Dumbledore pulled out his wand and McGonagall checked for a pulse before saying, "It's no use, Albus, she is dead."

But Dumbledore had that twinkle in his eye that implied that he had something up his sleeve. He pointed his wand at the girl and Ron and Hermione looked up curiously.

"Rennervate," Dumbledore said clearly as he waved his wand over the body of Alaina Prince.

"Sir," Hermione asked quietly, "Isn't that the spell to bring people back into consciousness after being stunned?"

"Yes, the very one. You are truly clever," Dumbledore nodded.

"But, sir, I thought it couldn't be used to… well… bring people back from the dead," Hermione said slowly bursting into tears at the end.

"That would be true also," Dumbledore agreed, but turned his attention back to Alaina. She opened her eyes.

Everyone stared, shocked at the unbelievable sight. She sat up quickly, but Snape pushed her back down.

"Harry! Where is he? Is he..? Oh no…" She began speaking.

Then McGonagall spoke, "He is fine, dear. He is with Professor Moody right now."

"NO! It was him! It was Professor Moody! He's not really Professor Moody… we have to save Harry! She jumped off of the bed and ran to the door with Ron and Hermione closely followed.

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, I request that you stay here and await our return," Professor McGonagall spoke.

Alaina and the adults rushed to Mad-Eye's office and used Stupefy to blast the door down and knock out the armed man.

"Come along, Potter," she whispered, "You and Ms. Prince must go back to the hospital wing."

"Ms… Prince..? Harry turned to the doorway and saw Alaina standing there, alive as ever. For the first time that night, he smiled. She ran towards him and they embraced before awkwardly releasing.

"No," said Dumbledore sharply, "They must stay, Minerva, because they need to understand. Understanding is the first step to acceptance and only with acceptance can recovery be achieved. These two must know who has put them through what they have suffered tonight and why."

"Moody," Harry said in a state of complete disbelief, "How can it have been Moody?"

"It wasn't Moody, Harry! He's… someone else," Alaina tried to explain, but her head was still bleeding and she was forced to sit down to the growing lightheadedness.

"Severus, please fetch me enough Veritaserum for even the biggest liar and then bring me the houself called Winky. Minerva, please go down to Hagrid's hut where you will find a black dog. Bring that dog to my office and tell it I will be there shortly."

Both left without questioning Dumbledore, despite the confused looks that rested on their faces. However, Alaina and Harry exchanged a look of understanding and turned back to Dumbledore was crouching by the seven-lock trunk. He grabbed the chain of keys off of Mad-Eye's desk and fitted the first key into the first lock. The contents disappointed Dumbledore so he continued to this with the rest of the keys. However, until he reached the seventh and final key did he find what he wanted.

Looking into the trunk, one could see a pit or a room and sitting at the bottom of that pit was a man. He was fast asleep, starved in appearance, and one of legs, eyes, and chunks of his hair were missing. It was evidently the real Mad-Eye Moody. Dumbledore hopped into the pit and requested the imposter's cloak to cover the shivering man.

"Madam Pomfrey will need to tend to him, but not immediately. Now empty that flask. Polyjuice potion."

"That's why he turned into someone else!" Alaina realized. As if on cue, the unconscious man began to change. It was the man Harry had seen in his Pensieve when Alaina refused to go near it. Snape and McGonagall appeared in the doorway.

"Crouch!" Snape cried stopping dead in his tracks, causing McGonagall to bump into him. Winky appeared at the doorway and peered out from behind Snape's legs.

"Master Barty!" She cried and flung her self onto the young man's chest, "You is killed him! You is killed Master's son!"

"He is stunned, Winky, now step aside please. Severus, the potion?" He took the small vial of clear liquid and shoved the contents down the man's throat. His eyelids flickered.

"Tell us everything," Dumbledore commanded and everyone sat down to hear the story of Barty Crouch Jr.

Woot! IT'S ALIVE! And by it I mean she… and by she I mean Alaina. You get the point. Uh oh! Trouble at Hogwarts! But all's good now, right?

Peeves: When there's strife and when there's trouble, call on Peevesie; he'll make double!

Me: Erm… right then.

Ron: I'm in this one!

Cedric: Me too!

Peeves: Yeah, but you, ickle prefect are deadsies!