ATTENTION! This fic was adopted from emma. wolf94. Credit for the inception of this fic, and the first two chapters, go to her.

Violetta allowed herself to fall forwards and slam into the ground; her face pressing into the grass. She kept her eyes closed. She didn't move. She tightened her hold on Wormtail making sure that he couldn't scramble away. She could hear voices everywhere and the footsteps coming towards her, but still she didn't move giving the impression of being the weak little Light Saviour they all thought she was. She felt Wormtail twitch and slowly started to get up never letting go of the traitorous rat. She peaked at him out of the corner of her eye and had to hide a smirk when she noticed the many cuts that were bleeding profusely. Maybe she had gone overboard with her torture of him... But oh those delicious sounds he made when she carried out her vengeance... he had screamed so prettily for her...

Just before the Cup had touched her hand she had used the shadows to transport herself and Wormtail in a secluded park, making it appear as if she had Portkeyed back whilst she actually needed to make a quick stop first. As soon as they landed, before Wormtail could even register what had just happened, she had him thrashing on the ground from a powerful Crucio, screaming at the top of his lungs. She let out a cold laugh and wandlessly raised a silencing charm to not attract any unwanted attention.

She played with Wormtail for a good twenty minutes alternating between cutting long lines into him and crucioing him. His screams and whimpers for her to stop sounding like music to her ears. Finally when she felt he had enough she set to work altering his memories and half-heartedly healing the wounds caused by the darker spells. Calling forth Wormtail's shadow she directed it into him, watching in fascination as it slowly entered through his nostrils. Once inside she asked it to find all memories of Voldemort after Wormtail's escape from the Shrieking Shack the previous year and erased them, replacing them with hours upon hours of plotting how to get his hands on her to please his deceased master. She then altered the events of the night and stupefied him just after cutting his silver hand off. No need to waste such beautiful magic...

She had to admit Voldemort had done a fine job on that hand. She spent a few minutes admiring the metal appendage that seemed to twitch from time to time before transfiguring it into a lighting bolt, shrinking it and placing it onto a metal chain. She then extracted some parchment and scribbled out a note for Voldie before giving both to one of her shadows and instructing it to deliver it to Voldemort's desk. Having done that, she grabbed onto Wormtail and touched the Cup allowing it to Portkey them back to Hogwarts. And here she was now bringing fake tears to her eyes and preparing to give the performance of her life.

She felt a pair of hands seize her and roughly turn her over, smoothly having to fight off a grimace when she saw it was Dumbledore that had touched her. "Violetta! Violetta!" She could see the crowd of people pressing around them trying to get a closer look at the body beside her.

"Headmaster" Violetta whispered, bringing more tears to her eyes and shuddering away from Wormtail. "H-he tried to u-use me t-to find H-Him" she sobbed, "but I m-managed to stop him... the r-ritual didn't work" she smiled through her tears and looked at Dumbledore hopefully. "Will Sirius be freed now?" she asked, sniffling slightly and internally grimacing at her pitiful performance.

"What's going on? What's happened?" Violetta inwardly sneered when she heard Fudge make his way towards her. "My God - Albus!" he whispered, his face paling drastically, a good improvement in Violetta's opinion. "Is that Peter Pettigrew? But how can that be... he's dead! He was killed by Black... Merlin's beard what happened?"

"Not here Cornelius" Dumbledore said, whilst moving Violetta away from the traitorous rat.

"I'll take her Dumbledore... you sort out this mess..." Violetta heard Moody say from behind her. Dumbledore nodded and carefully handed her to Moody whom she sank bonelessly against not breaking out of her act once.

"You need to lie down. . . . Come on now. . . ." he murmured in her ear as he half pulled, half carried her through the frightened crowd. Violetta was amused to heard people gasping, screaming, and shouting as she was taken back to the castle.

"What happened, Violetta?" Moody asked at last as they crossed the entrance hall.

Violetta looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, pretending to drowsily think about it. She slowly shook her head as they reached the Defense classroom buying herself some time. As they crossed the door she immediately felt privacy wards go up and mentally rolled her eyes at his carelessness.

"Cup was a Portkey" she said, all hint of tiredness and injury wiped from her face leaving behind an emotionless mask. "Took me to a graveyard . . . but you already knew that didn't you Mr Crouch?" she asked as she primly sat down in one of the chairs in the room.

Moody froze where he was and turned almost as white as Fudge, both eyes fixed unblinkingly upon Violetta's face. Violetta's wand was in her hand and she was twirling it in almost a predatory way. "Do sit down. I suspect we don't have much time before Dumbledore arrives" she said motioning towards a chair. As he sat down she noticed he was starting to morph back into Barty Crouch and sighed. "I suggest you take your next dose of Polyjuice Potion before he gets here, unless you want to be found out that is"

Barty seemed to be too shocked to do anything else but obey as he sat down and drank from his hidden flask.

"Now. I believe you wanted to know what happened in the graveyard?" Violetta amusedly looked at him as he slowly nodded. "You'll be happy to know that Voldemort has been successfully resurrected and I am positive he will reward you for all your help..." she smiled blindingly at him. "He really should thank me as well for laying all the blame on Warmtail so that the Wizarding world remains unaware of his return" she grumbled to herself as an afterthought.

Barty finally seemed to come back to his senses as he jumped up and pointed a wand at Violetta. "The Dark Lord is back? Are you sure Violetta? How did he do it? How did you escape? And how in Merlin's name did you know who I am?" he snarled an insane glint slowly growing in his eyes.

"Calm down Crouch. Did you not listen to a word I just said? Yes, he is back. As for how he did it he took some stuff from his father"s grave, from Wormtail, and me" she shrugged nonchalantly "I don't think you really need to know the details" she waved her hand dismissively, "I knew it was you because as good as your disguise and performance were your shadow never lies... do you my precious?" she said, calling his shadow forward and allowing it to wrap around her like a pet, "That is also how I escaped... my shadows do love me so... and if you don't lower your wand I might have to make you and that wouldn't be very pleasant for you" she finished, smiling sweetly. "Sit back down" she ordered, allowing a few tendrils of her magic to escape and reinforce her threat.

Barty slowly sat down and Violetta was pleased to see the insanity leave his eyes. They looked at each other in silence, before Barty suddenly leaned forward. "What did the Dark Lord take from you?" he asked, eyes gleaming in excitement.

"Blood," said Violetta, rollin her eyes "anything else?"

Barty let out his breath in a long, low hiss. "And the Death Eaters? They returned?"

"Yes," said Violetta patiently. "Quite a few of them actually. . ."

"How did he treat them?" Barty interrupted. "Did he forgive them?"

Violetta smirked at him knowingly. "He did I'm afraid" she said in mock sadness. "That reminds me... where is Karkaroff?"

"Karkaroff?" said Barty bitterly. "Karkaroff fled tonight, when he felt the Dark Mark burn upon his arm. He betrayed too many faithful supporters of the Dark Lord to wish to meet them . . . but I doubt he will get far. The Dark Lord has ways of tracking his enemies."

Violetta pouted. "But I wanted to use him as a welcome back present for Voldemort"

Barty looked at her weirdly. "Are you a Death Eater now?"

Violetta laughed. "Of course not!"

Barty immediately raised his wand again. Violetta rolled her eyes. "Calm down. I'm not on the Light side either. For the moment I am neutral but that could all change..."

Violetta smirked as he lowered his wand. "I believe these are enough questions for now... feel free to report back to your lord, but before you do I think it is best if you escort me to the infirmary so that both our covers won't be blown" and with that Violetta allowed herself to fall against him so that he could carry her.

Miles away Tom sat down at his desk where he noticed was an envelope that hadn't been there before. Scanning it for any curses he carefully opened it and raised his eyebrows as a miniature lightning bolt on a chain fell out. Ignoring it for the moment he picked up the letter instead:

Dearest Voldemort,

I hope you are well after your rebirth, which was an amazing accomplishment I might add. I know that everything didn't go according to plan, I ensured it didn't anyway. You are probably worrying about everyone finding out that you have in fact returned; however do not worry as I have already sorted everything out for you. It should all become clear in the morning.

I am sure we will see each other soon but for now...

Sweet dreams,

Violetta Potter

P.S. I felt that your magic was wasted on the traitorous rat and decided to return his hand to you, with a few small alterations, so that it can remind you of me.

Tom stared incredulously at the letter for a good five minutes, not knowing what to think. Was the girl insane? And was that blood on the parchment? He picked up the pendant and looked at it. He couldn't contain a small chuckle when he saw that little snakes were engraved all over the lightning bolt, the significance of that not being lost on him. Not knowing what else to do, he picked it up and fastened it around his neck letting it fall underneath his robes.

Looking back at the letter Tom pondered what to do. It was obvious to him that Violetta Potter was nothing like he had expected and it still surprised him that so far most of her actions provided him with amusement rather than the fury he would usually feel. There was also the delicate matter of his Horcruxes, what she knew of them and what had happened to his Diary. He was forced to tread very carefully, but he also found himself intrigued by her behaviour and by her confidence. He wanted, no needed to find out more about the mystery that was Violetta Potter.

With that in mind he smirked and wrote a short reply. Lets see what Violetta makes of that. Summoning his most frightening looking eagle he sent him off.

Sitting back into his chair and looking out his window Tom let himself laugh freely as he imagined what Violetta's face would look like when she received a courtship offer from Lord Voldemort. No doubt she will be horrified.