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NOTE: This chapter is mainly Crouch talking and talking and talking...

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Max's POV

I felt myself slam painfully into the ground. The smell of grass filled my nostrils. My eyes were closed. I didn't move. All of the breath was knocked out of me, and my head was spinning, my ribs were throbbing, my stomach was churning and my wrist was aching. Not to mention that every bone and muscle in my body seemed to be burning. I gripped the cup tighter, and felt someone holding my shoulder. Shock, exhaustion and pain kept me on the ground, waiting... waiting for something to happen... for someone to do something... for once in my life, I wanted someone to do something for me... I wanted someone to take the pain away... but I noticed the longer I lay in the grass in Harry's arm, holding the Cup, that my breaths were coming easier, and the pain was starting to ebb away slightly as I calmed down...

An explosion of sound deafened and confused me; there were voices everywhere, footsteps, shouts and screams. I stayed where I was, feeling Harry tighten his grip on me.

The someone grabbed me and turned me onto my back.

"Harry! Max!"

I opened my eyes.

I was looking up at the starry sky, and Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape were crouched over me and Harry. The dark shadows of a crowd were pressing closer and closer; I could feel the ground under my back vibrating with their footsteps.

We had come back to the edge of the maze. I could see stands rising above me, the blurred shapes of people moving in them.

I let go of the Cup, and watched as it rolled away from my scratched and cut fingers, but Harry's grip only tightened. I turned my head slowly, and saw that he was still holding onto Cedric too.

I reached up and grabbed onto Dumbledore's wrist, pulling him closer. Beside me, Harry whispered, "He's back. He's back. Voldemort."

"What's going on? What happened?" Fudge appeared upside down over me and Harry, his face white.

"My God- Diggory! he gasped. "Dumbledore- he's dead!"

You don't say.

The words were repeated, the shadowy figures drawing in closer, some gasping, other's shouting it- screeched it- into the night- "He's dead!" "Oh God, he's dead!" "Cedric Diggory's dead!"

"Harry, let go of him," Fudge said. I saw him trying to pry Harry's fingers from Cedric's wrist, but Harry wouldn't let go. But his grip did loosen on me, enough for Snape to take my arm and with a gentleness I didn't think he possessed, Snape started examining my injuries. I hissed and groaned when he prodded my ribs and wrist, and the long cut on my forearm that was still bleeding, and nearly cried out when he came across a lump on my head that was bleeding heavily.

Where the hell did that come? I thought.

You hit your head against the headstone when Wormtail tied you to it. You just didn't feel it because you were pumped up on adrenaline since.

Ah, so that's why everything is blurry and I can't focus on anyone's face properly.

That, and you were tortured for a while.

Right. Thanks for all the help, Voice. You've been great, I thought sarcastically. Thankfully, it didn't reply.

That was when I realised that Snape was trying to get my attention.

"Miss Ride? Miss Ride? Can you hear me?" he was asking. I blinked and looked back at him and nodded.

"You have a bad concussion, your wrist is broken, and you have two cracked ribs. You also have a bad cut on your forearm, but it's not bleeding as bad any more. I shall bring you to the hospital wing," he said.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

I nodded again, feeling dazed. I tried to climb to my feet, but fell when I got to my knees. Snape sighed and bent down and raised me to my feet. I swayed, my head pounding, but I was able to stay on my feet.

I looked around, and took in the scene before me. Girls were screaming, sobbing hysterically... the crowd were fighting to get closer, pressing darkly in on us. "What's happened?" "What's wrong with him?" "What happened to her?" "Diggory's dead!"

I saw Dumbledore comforting a sobbing Amos Diggory and his hysterical wife. My eyes landed on Cedric's lifeless body, and I felt like I was going to throw up.

Then I noticed that someone was missing.

I stumbled away from Snape and towards Dumbledore, who had ordered someone to bright the Diggory's back to the castle. He saw me swaying dangerously and put a hand on my arm, steadying me. "Are you all right, Max? What happened? How did you get caught up in this?"

But I didn't answer any of his questions. Instead, I asked, "Where's Harry? Has he already gone to the hospital wing?"

"No, he should be-" Dumbledore started, but then he looked around and didn't see Harry either. "He was standing right there a minute ago," he said, now looking all around him.

I looked around, hoping I'd be able to see him with my raptor vision, but I didn't see him.

I turned back to Dumbledore, knowing that there was something I had to tell him. At first, I couldn't remember, but then it came to me and I felt like and idiot that I forgot it in the first place.

"Sir!" I shouted, my voice a little raspy from screaming. "Sir, Moody's a Death Eater! He's the one who put Harry's name into the Cup under a different school, and the one who knocked me out and brought me to the graveyard!" I said in one breath. Dumbledore stared at me with wide blue eyes, but they weren't twinkling like normal.

Before he could say anything else, McGonagall came up and said, "Albus, I just saw Alastor with Harry. But he wasn't heading towards the hospital wing."

A cold fury crossed over Dumbledore's face, and at that moment, I understood how he was the only wizard that Voldemort actually feared. There wasn't the usual hint of a smile on his lips that was usually always there, no twinkle in his eyes behind his spectacles. There was fury in every line of his ancient face; a sense of power radiated from Dumbledore as though he was giving off a burning heat.

"That's not Alastor Moody. It's an impostor," Dumbledore said before taking off in the direction of the castle. Me, McGonagall and Snape followed him, close at his heels, and McGonagall turned to me. "Miss Ride, I think you should go to the hospital wing-"

"No," Dumbledore said. "She'll come with us." He left no room for arguments.

So I followed the Professor's, still not able to focus on anything clearly, stumbling and swaying more than walking. I heard people gasping, shouting and screaming as we pushed a path through them, back to the castle. Across the lawn, past the lake and the Durmstrang ship. We finally reached the castle, and we crossed the entrance hall without a word.

McGonagall had to keep her hand on my elbow as we went up the marble staircase so I wouldn't fall.

It took another few minutes to reach Moody's office, where Dumbledore was sure Moody took Harry. When we were outside the door, I reached out to open it, but Dumbledore pulled my hand back gently, rising a finger to his lips. We waited, and after a few seconds we heard Moody shouting.

"Mad, am I?" he yelled, his voice rising uncontrollably. "We'll see! We'll see who's mad, now that the Dark Lord has returned, with me at his side! He is back, Harry Potter, you did not conquer him- and now- I conquer you, and the winged brat next!"

"Stupefy!"

I jumped as Dumbledore cast the Stunning Charm, and the door to Moody's office was blasted apart. I saw Moody being thrown backward and onto the office floor. Harry was standing beside Moody's desk, looking pale, shocked and confused. I rushed over and stood beside him, giving him a small grin that said, despite everything, we're still alive.

Harry put his arm around my waist and I leaned into him, finally feeling safe.

Dumbledore stepped into the office behind me, placed a foot underneath Moody's unconscious body and kicked him onto his back. Snape followed him. McGonagall, however, went straight to me and Harry.

"Come along, Potter, Ride," she whispered. The thin line of her mouth was twitching as if she was about to cry. "Come along... hospital wing..."

"No," Dumbledore said sharply.

"Albus, they ought to- look at them, Miss Ride can barely stay on her feet and Potter's as white as a sheet. They've been through enough tonight-"

"They will both stay, Minerva, because they need to understand," Dumbledore said curtly. "Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery. They need to know who has put them through this ordeal tonight, and why."

"Moody," Harry said, looking as if he was still in a state of complete shock and disbelief. "How can it have been Moody?"

"This is not Alastor Moody," Dumbledore said quietly. "You have never know Alastor Moody. The real Moody would never have removed you from my sight tonight after what had happened. And the real Moody would never have knocked out an innocent student and brought them to the mercy of Lord Voldemort."

Dumbledore bent down and reached into Moody's robes. He pulled out Moody's hip flask and a set of keys on a large key. He then turned to McGonagall and Snape.

"Severus, please fetch me the strongest Truth Potion you possess, and then go down to the kitchens and fetch me a house-elf called Winky. Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrid's house, where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog up to my office and tell him that I'll be there shortly, then come back here."

If either Snape of McGonagall found these instructions strange, they hid their confusion. Both turned at once and left the office. Dumbledore walked over to a large trunk in the corner of the office with seven locks, fitted the first key into the lock and opened it. It contained a small pile of books. Dumbledore closed the trunk and placed the second key into the next lock, and opened it again. The books were gone; this time it contained an assortment of Sneak-scopes, some parchment and quills, and what looked like an Invisibility Cloak. I watched, astounded as Dumbledore placed the third, fourth, fifth and sixth keys in their respective locks, reopening the trunk each time. Then he placed the seventh key in the lock, and threw open the trunk. Me and Harry both let out cries of amazement.

We were looking down into some kind of pit, an underground room, and lying on the floor, about ten feet below, asleep, thin and starved in appearance (kinda like the flock back at the School) was the real Mad-Eye Moody. His wooden leg was gone, the socket that should have held the magical eye looked empty beneath it's lid and chunks of grizzled hair were missing. I stared between the sleeping Moody in the trunk and the unconscious Moody on the floor.

Dumbledore climbed into the trunk, lowered himself and landed softly beside the real Moody. He bent over him.

"Stunned- controlled under the Imperius Curse- very weak," he said. "Of course, they would of needed to keep him alive. Harry, throw down the impostors cloak- he's freezing. Madam Pomfrey will need to see him, but he should he fine."

Harry took his arm away from around my waist and did as Dumbledore said. Dumbledore covered Moody in the cloak, and climbed out of the trunk again. Then he picked up the hip flask, opened it, and turned it over. A thick, gross liquid splattered onto the floor that looked familiar, but I couldn't remember.

"Polyjuice Potion," Dumbledore said, as if he was reading my mind. "You see the simplicity of it, yet the brilliance. For Moody is well known for only ever drinking from his hip flask. The impostor needed, of course, to keep the real Moody close by, so that he could continue making the potion. You see his hair..." Dumbledore looked down at Moody in the trunk. "The impostor's been cutting it off all year, you see where it's uneven? But I think in the excitement of tonight, our fake Moody might have forgotten to take it as frequently as he should have... every hour, on the hour..."

Dumbledore pulled out the chair from behind the desk and sat in it, his eyes fixed on the unconscious form in front of him. Harry, staring at him too, grabbed my hand and held it tight. Minutes passed in silence.

Then, before my eyes, the man in front of us started to change. The scars were disappearing, the skin was becoming smooth; the mangled nose became whole and started to shrink. The long mane of grizzled grey hair was withdrawing into the scalp and turning straw colour. Suddenly, with a loud clunk, the wooden leg fell away and was soon replaced with a real leg; next, the magical eyeball popped out of the man's face as a real eye came to replace it; it rolled across the floor and continued to swivel in every direction.

I saw the man lying in front of me, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, with a mop of fair hair. I knew who it was. I had seen him in Dumbledore's Pensieve, had watched him being led away from court by Dementors, trying to convince his father that he was innocent...

Yeah. Because he was so innocent now.

There were hurried footsteps outside in the corridor. Snape had returned with Winky at his heels. Professor McGonagall was right behind them.

"Crouch!" Snape said, stopping dead in the doorway. "Barty Crouch!"

"Good heavens," McGonagall said.

Filthy, disheveled Winky peered around Snape's leg. Her mouth opened wide and she let out a piercing shriek.

"Master Barty, Master Barty, what is you doing here?" She flung herself forward onto the young man's chest.

"You is killed him! You is killed him! You is killed Master's son!"

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

Snape handed Dumbledore a small glass bottle of completely clear liquid. Veritaserum. Dumbledore got up, bent over the man on the floor and pulled him into a sitting position against the wall. Winky stayed on her knees, trembling, her hands in her face. Dumbledore forced the man's mouth open and poured three drops into his mouth. Then he pointed his wand at the man's chest and said, "Ennervate."

Crouch's son opened his eyes. His face was slack, his gaze unfocused. Dumbledore knelt before him, so that their faces were level.

"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

The man's eyelids flickered. "Yes," he muttered.

"I would like you to tell us," Dumbledore said softly, "how you came to be here. How did you escape from Azkaban?"

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

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

Winky was shaking her head, trembling.

"Say no more, Master Barty, say no more, you is getting your father in trouble!"

But Crouch took another deep breath and continued in the same flat voice.

"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 other prisoners were watching from their doors.

"My mother died a short while after in Azkaban. She was careful to drink Polyjuice Potion until the end. She was buried under my name and bearing my experience. Everyone thought it was me."

His eyelids flickered.

"And what did your father do with you, when he had you home?" Dumbledore said quietly.

"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 used a number of spells to subdue me. When I had recovered my strength, I thought only of rejoining my master... of returning to his services..."

"How did your father subdue you?" Dumbledore asked.

"The Imperius Curse," he said. "I was completely under my father's control. I was forced to wear an Invisibility Cloak all 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 behaviour."

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

"Did anybody ever discover that you were still alive?" Dumbledore said. "Did anyone other than your father and the house-elf know?"

"Yes," Crouch said, his eyelids flickering again. "A witch in my father's office. Bertha Jorkins. She came to the house with papers for my father to sign. He was not at home. Winky showed her inside and returned to the kitchen, to me. Bertha Jorkins heard Winky talking to me. She came to investigate. She heard enough to guess who was under the Invisibility Cloak. My father came home. She confronted him. He put a very powerful Memory Charm on her to make her forget what she'd found out. Too powerful. He said it damaged her memory permanently."

"Why is she coming to nose into my masters private business?" sobbed Winky. "Why isn't she leaving us be?"

"Tell me about the Quidditch World Cup," Dumbledore said.

"Winky talked my father into it," he said. "She spent months persuading him. I had not left the house in years. I had loved Quidditch. Let him go, she said. He will be in his Invisibility Cloak. He can watch. Let him smell fresh air again. She said my mother would have wanted it. She told my father than my mother had died to give me freedom. She had not saved me for a life of imprisonment. Eventually, he agreed.

"It was carefully planned. My father led me and Winky up to the Top Box early in the day. Winky was to say she was saving a seat for my father. I was to sit there, invisible. When everyone had left the box, we would emerge. Winky would appear to be alone. Nobody would ever know. But Winky didn't know that I was getting stronger. I was starting to fight my father's Imperius Curse. There were times when I was almost myself again. There were brief periods when I was outside his control. It happened there, in the Top Box. It was like waking from a deep sleep. I found myself in public, in the middle of the match. And I saw, in front of me, a wand sticking out of a boy's pocket. I had not been allowed a wand since before Azkaban. I stole it. Winky didn't know. Winky is frightened of heights. She kept her face hidden."

"Master Barty, you bad boy!" whispered Winky, tears trickling between her fingers.

"So you took the wand," said Dumbledore, "and what did you do with it?"

"Went back to the tent," Crouch said. "Then we heard them. We heard the Death Eaters. The ones who had never been the Azkaban. The ones who never suffered for my master. They had turned their backs on him. They were disloyal. They hadn't been enslaved, as I was. They were free to try and find him, but they did not. They were cowards, merely making sport out of Muggles. They woke me up. My mind was clearer than it had been in years, and I was very angry. I had the wand.

"I wanted to attack them for their disloyalty to my master. My father had left the tent; he had gone to free the Muggles. Winky was afraid to see me so angry. She used her own magic to bind me to her. She pulled me from the tent, pulled me into the forest, away from the Death Eaters. I tried to hold her back. I wanted to go back to the campsite. I wanted to show those Death Eaters what loyalty meant, and punish them for their lack of it. I used the stolen wand to cast the Dark Mark into the sky.

"Ministry wizards arrived. They shot Stunning Spells everywhere. One of the spells came through the trees where Winky and I stood. The bond connecting us was broken. We were both Stunned. When Winky was discovered, my father knew I must be nearby. He searched the bushes where she had been found and felt me lying there. He waited until the Ministry members had left the forest before putting me back under the Imperius Curse and took me home.

"He dismissed Winky. She had failed him. She had left me acquire a wand. She almost let me escape."

Winky let out a wail of despair.

"Now it was just Father and I, alone in the house. And then... and then..." Crouch's head rolled on his neck, and an insane grin spread across his face, reminding me vaguely of the Joker from the Batman movies we used to watch with Jeb.

"My master came for me. He arrived at our house late one night in the arms of his useless servant, Wormtail. My master had found out that I was still alive. He had captured Bertha Jorkins in Albania, and tortured her. She told him a great deal. She told him about the Triwizard Tournament.

"She told him that the old auror, Moody, was going to teach at Hogwarts. He tortured her until he broke the Memory Charm my father had placed on her. She told him that I had escaped from Azkaban. She told him that my father kept me imprisoned to prevent me from seeking my master. And so my master knew that I was still a faithful servant- perhaps the most faithful of all. My master made a plan, based on the information he got from Bertha Jorkins. He needed me. He arrived at our house near midnight. My father answered the door."

The smile spread wider over Crouch's face, as though he was reliving the sweetest and happiest moment of his life. Winy's petrified brown eyes were visible under her fingers. She seemed to frightened and emotional to speak.

"It was very quick. My father was placed under the Imperius Curse by my master. Now my father was the one imprisoned, being controlled. My master forced him to do his business as usual, to act as though nothing was wrong. And I was released. I awoke. I was alive again."

"And what did Lord Voldemort ask you to do?" Dumbledore said.

"He asked me whether I was ready to risk everything for him. I was ready. It was my dream, my greatest ambition, to serve him, to prove myself to him. He told me he needed to place a faithful servant at Hogwarts. A servant who would guide Harry Potter through the Triwizard Tournament without appearing to do so. A servant who would watch over Harry Potter. Ensure he reached the Triwizard Cup. Turn the Cup into a Portkey, which would take the first person to touch it to my master. But first-"

"You needed Alastor Moody," Dumbledore said. His blue eyes blazed, though he remained calm.

"Wormtail and I did it," Crouch said, "We had prepared the Polyjuice Potion beforehand. We went to his house. Moody put up quite a struggle. There was a commotion. We managed to subdue him just in time. Forced him into a compartment in his own magical trunk. Took some of his hair and added it to the potion. I drank it, becoming Moody's double. I took his leg and his eye. I was ready to face Arthur Weasley when he arrived to sort out the Muggles who had heard the disturbance. I made the dustbins move around the yard. I told Weasley that I had heard intruders, who had set off the dustbins. Then I packed up Moody's clothes and Dark detectors, put them in the trunk with Moody and set off for Hogwarts. I kept him alive, under the Imperius Curse. I wanted to be able to learn from him, learn his habits and about his past. I learned enough that I was able to fool even Albus Dumbledore.

"I also needed his hair for the Polyjuice Potion. The other ingredients were easy. I just stole them from the dungeons. When the Potions master caught me there, I pretended I was under orders to search it."

"And what became of Wormtail after you attacked Moody?" Dumbledore asked.

"Wormtail returned to my master, in my fathers house, and to keep watch over father."

"But your father escaped."

"Yes. After a while, he started fighting the Imperius Curse just as I had done. There were periods when he knew what was happening. My master decided it was no longer safe for my father to leave the house. He forced him to send letters to the Ministry instead. He made him write and say he was ill. But Wormtail neglected his duty... he wasn't watchful enough, and my father escaped. My master guessed that he was going to Hogwarts, to tell Dumbledore everything, to confess, to admit that he had smuggled me from Azkaban.

"My master sent me word of my father's escape, and told me to stop him at all costs. So I waited and watched. I used the map I had taken from Harry Potter. The map that almost ruined everything for me."

"Map?" Dumbledore said. "What map is this?"

"Potter's map of Hogwarts. Potter saw me on it. Potter saw me stealing more ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion from Snape's office one night. He thought I was my father. We have the same first name. I took the map from Potter, told him and Ride my father hated Dark wizard. Potter and Ride believed my father was after Snape.

"For a week, I waited for my father. Finally, the map showed my father entering the grounds. I pulled on my Invisibility Cloak and went down to meet him. He was walking around the edge of the forest. Then I saw Ride, hiding in the trees. Then Potter and Krum came. I waited. I could not hurt Potter or Ride. My master needed them. Potter and Ride ran for Dumbledore.

"I stunned Krum. I killed my father."

"Nooo!" wailed Winky. "Master Barty, master Barty, what is you saying?"

"You killed your father," Dumbledore said, still sounding calm. "What did you do with his body?"

"Carried it to the forest. Covered it with the Invisibility Cloak. I had the map with me. I watched Potter and Ride running into the castle, and meeting Snape. Dumbledore joined them. I watched them bring Dumbledore out of the castle, and I walked back out of the forest, doubled around behind them, and went to meet them. I told Dumbledore that Snape had told me where to go. Dumbledore told me to go look for my father. I went back to my father's body. Watched the map. When everyone was gone, I Transfigured my father's body into a bone... I buried it, while wearing the Invisibility Cloak, in the freshly dug ground outside Hagrid's cabin."

There was complete silence now, except for Winky's continued sobs. Then Dumbledore said, "And tonight..."

"I offered to hide the Triwizard Cup in the maze this morning. Said I'd need to bring a student with me. So the next part of the plan was to bring Maximum Ride into to the maze and bring her to my master. And I did. I turned the Cup into a Portkey. My masters plan worked. He is returned to power and I will be honoured by him."

"There is still something I don't understand," Dumbledore said. "Why Miss Ride? I understand Harry, he defeated Lord Voldemort when he was a baby, but why Max? She never did anything to become one of his major enemies like Harry."

Crouch grinned madly. "It's not what she has done, it's what she will do."

"What does that mean?"

"I have no idea. It's what my master told me. He only told me that she was a new target after that article in the Daily Prophet about her and her wings. I didn't ask more than that."

The insane smile on his face grew wider, and his head dropped onto his shoulder as Winky wailed and sobbed at his side.

And here it is, ladies and gentlemen! This was pretty much a filler chapter, as I said at the top, but I hoped you all enjoyed it nonetheless, and that it wasn't too sucky.

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