Harry puts Bloom on the couch in Moody's office, and Fyra sits on top of Bloom's chest.
She must be getting heavy by now, but Bloom refuses to make her stop landing on her shoulder or stomach.
Fyra starts nosing - or, beaking, in this case - around Bloom's body, likely checking for any other wounds.
Harry strokes Bloom's hair, wishing it would wake her up.
Moody asks "Is she hurt?"
Harry says "I don't know. She had a cut on her arm, but Fyra healed it."
To his shock, she starts muttering stuff.
"Crouch Jr. Moody. Fake. Goblet. Snake."
Harry can't make sense of it, but Moody starts shaking and looking through bottles.
"Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?"
Harry says "Nobody said anything about a graveyard, Professor."
Harry slides his wand out, as Moody starts laughing.
"You. You put Bloom's name in the Goblet."
"Marvelous creatures, dragons, aren't they? Do you think that brainless oaf would have led her into the forest if I hadn't suggested it? Do you think Cedric would have tipped her off about the egg and the bath if I hadn't suggested it to him first? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless extraordinaire, would have known about Gilliweed if I hadn't given him the book that led you straight to it?"
Harry says "She never needed the Gilliweed, and she could have taken the dragon on by herself. Bloom's beaten Voldemort before, she did it again. Why do you think she and Cedric are still alive?"
"She won because I made it so. She ended up in that graveyard because it was meant to be! And now, the deed is done! The blood that runs through her veins now runs through that of the Dark Lord! And, believe me, I know all about her unique powers. She's done quite well in suppressing them when around the other students, I was hoping she'd turn that weasel into a pile of ashes. Seems she's too talented at hiding her identity for that though. Imagine how the Dark Lord will reward me when I forever silence the great Harry Potter, and his little protector!"
Suddenly, a flash of magic knocks Moody to the wall and Dumbledore and Snape come in.
Harry doesn't move from in front of Bloom, as Dumbledore takes the man by the neck and Snape uncorks a bottle.
"Veritaserum, a few drops will have the Dark Lord spilling his darkest secrets. Only a few with wills harder than iron can resist its effects."
Snape administers a mouthful of the potion to the man for good measure, and he starts shaking demonically.
Snape ties the man to a chair as Dumbledore asks "Do you know who I am?"
"Albus Dumbledore."
"Are you Alastor Moody? Are you?"
"No." Fake-Moody grins demonically, still shaking.
"Where is the real Alastor Moody? Is he here?"
The man nods at the chest that everyone's noticed shaking and violently jerking throughout the year.
Dumbledore opens the chest as Snape finishes tying the man to the chair securely, then he moves to examine Bloom.
She's still talking wildly in her sleep, worrying Harry immensely.
Dumbledore opens the chest, only to find it's a series of chests that ends with a magical pit with the real Alastor Moody trapped inside.
He yells up "I'm sorry Albus! He ambushed me and used a cheap trick!"
"We'll get you out of there in a minute, Alastor!"
Harry says "If that's Moody…"
He remembers the dream she and Bloom had of Voldemort giving a boy they later learned was Barty Crouch Jr. a mission to get Bloom.
It worked, they got Bloom - but they didn't get to finish her off, get her out of the way.
Dumbledore holds up a bottle and hands it to Snape.
"Polyjuice Potion. Now we know who's been stealing from your stores, Severus."
Severus glares at Barty Jr. for a minute, before saying "Professor, it seems Bloom here has exhausted herself more than usual."
Harry glances worriedly at Bloom, who's still muttering under her breath and saying random things.
Candles light suddenly, and Bloom's fingers twitch, but she remains unconscious.
Suddenly Barty Crouch Jr. returns to his true form, and says "I'll show you mine if you show me hers."
He rolls up his arm to reveal a skull with a snake on his arm - Harry says "What? You mean the mark Fyra already healed? Or the scorch marks Bloom gave every Death-Eater in that graveyard?"
Now Harry has an idea of how Bloom can get so riled up so easily, he's itching to deck Barty Crouch Jr. hard enough to make him spit blood and a few teeth.
Dumbledore tells Snape "Send an owl to Azkaban. I believe they'll find they're missing a prisoner."
Barty laughs and says "I'll be welcomed back a hero!"
Dumbledore says "Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes. Not the kind you claim to be."
Dumbledore kneels next to Bloom, and says "It seems Bloom has gone into a trance. Professor Trelawny says she has the Sight, if memory serves."
Harry nods, and Dumbledore says "Well, she may have gone into a trance and is currently seeing visions of things to come - or she may be in a trance due to her powers. She severely drained herself tonight, I expect she won't awaken for a while. If she's gone into a trance due to her powers, it may be to restore her strength faster."
Harry nods, and asks "Will she wake up before the feast?"
It's probably the only way they're going to get enough food for her from what they can tell.
"Perhaps, Harry. Only time will tell though."
Three days later, Bloom wakes up in the Hospital Wing.
The last thing she clearly remembers is porting back to the arena in Hogwarts.
After that, everything starts to get incredibly fuzzy incredibly fast.
She knows she said something, but she has no idea what - and then everything went black.
She kept seeing flashes of scenes, images and visions she couldn't control or direct.
She was surrounded by an incredible heat, but it was slowly penetrating her body.
She also dreamed of the scene in the graveyard more than once, and it was never a good dream.
Harry guessed as much from the way she'd thrash and set stuff on fire.
She groans, shifts, then puts a hand to her head and starts sitting up.
She immediately starts falling over, and somebody catches her - she starts attacking on instinct to protect herself.
"Bloom, stop, it's me!"
She freezes when she realizes its Harry holding her upright, and starts shaking from the adrenaline.
Harry sets her back on the bed, after hugging her hard enough to force the breath from her lungs and kissing her.
"Gods, Bloom, don't ever sleep for this long ever again."
She tries sitting forward, but Harry pushes her back down into the pillow.
"Bloom, don't. The final trial was three days ago. Cedric told everyone how you fought off Voldemort, an edited version, and they named you the winner."
Bloom groans, and says "I told him I didn't want the glory."
"Well, he wouldn't hear of you being dismissed as second place. He privately told Professor Dumbledore what really happened, and he agreed. Bloom, you were the one in the most danger, Cedric was never supposed to make it to the Cup apparently."
Bloom groans, and her stomach rumbles.
"Great, I put him in danger. Fantastic."
Harry sighs, knowing Bloom's just going to beat herself up over that.
"Bloom, listen. Stop trying to get yourself down. Hermione and Ron are coming with Fyra, and the day we leave for the summer is tomorrow."
"Harry, I'm supposed to protect you - and now, all the Death-Eaters will know that and try to get you alone so they can kill-"
Harry kisses Bloom, trying to make her stop talking and listen to him.
"Bloom, the way I see it, you protected me. It would've been my name in the Goblet if Voldemort hadn't known about your mission - you know this, don't try to deny it. So, you did you job for the year. Got it? By the way, I'm not backing down on this, so you'd better be prepared to say yes."
He leans Bloom's head on his shoulder, and Ron clears his throat.
"We can just come back another hour or two later."
Harry says "She might be too busy devouring a whole table of food, from what Professor Dumbledore said. You'd better talk to her now."
Fyra flies over, and rubs her head against Bloom's head.
Hermione says "We just passed Cedric. He keeps asking us to thank you for him when you wake up if he doesn't get the chance. So, I quote, 'thanks for saving my life Bloom.'"
Bloom says "Please tell me your floating a plate of food outside the door or something. I'd do just about anything for some food right now."
They all laugh, and Ron and Hermione run to get some food for her.
Harry asks "You want to go with? Start reveling in your more-than-earned glory?"
"No, I want to eat something Harry. I kept saying I didn't want the glory from the beginning, people seem determined to give it to me."
"Oh, and you remember those newspapers?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, it seems Draco was the leak."
Bloom sits straight up and says "What? I swear I'm going to get that stupid little ferret! When I get my hands on him I'll-"
Harry pulls her back to his shoulder, both to keep her from falling over and from getting out of bed and storming off to find Draco.
"You're a little late Bloom, Ron and Hermione found him out a few days ago. Let's just say he won't be doing it again."
Bloom chuckles, just as Ron and Hermione burst back in with a plate of food.
Bloom devours the whole plate fast, good thing its enchanted so it doesn't run out of food.
She eats for twenty straight minutes, trying and failing to go at a normal rate - she was out for three days though, so it's not really that surprising.
Between bites, Bloom asks "So, what'd you do to Malfoy? About the stories?"
Ron and Hermione look at each other, and Ron asks "You told her?"
Harry says "I never said I wouldn't."
Hermione says "We said we'd tell you immediately after you woke up and point you in the right direction - he turned paler than his hair and practically begged us not to!"
Ron adds "He said you'd turn him back into a ferret! Or you'd do whatever it is that can scare a Hungarian Horntail off in mere seconds. We honestly thought he was going to wet his pants!"
Bloom starts smirking, then starts laughing at the image.
"Did you tell him I'd chase him all through the castle three times over? Because I would."
When they leave for summer break, Bloom is convinced that they're never going to get a quiet year.
Unsurprisingly, the Ministry is trying to cover up Voldemort's return - something about not causing a mass panic.
Bloom doesn't care, she's mad. She and Cedric nearly died, and it would've been Harry if she hadn't been here.
The Dark Lord is back, but politics and fear are getting in the way of the truth - how very predictable.
AN: Yeah, I know I'm sticking to the story a lot - but now Draco should have plenty of incentive to stay way the heck away from Bloom. His father is likely going to pound that into his head all through summer break - because they both thought she was just an overconfident girl with slightly more power than normal.