A/N: First off, thank you to my betas, Kitsuneonna and bookworm83197 for their assistance in making this as amazing as it is - this would be a far poorer fic if I hadn't had your help.

Secondly, thank you to everyone who's taken the time to review, especially Guest 907, who has asked some good questions and corrected me on my mistakes (those will be fixed when I update the chapters (1-4) with their fully beta'd forms next week).

Finally, I hope you all enjoyed the fic and stick with me for future ones in this crossover fandom (and to all of you who are so patiently waiting for Moon and Shield to update, the chapter is written, I just need to type it up, I swear. Expect it in a week or so - definitely by Easter), or in other fandoms in which I write.

Starrk was the one to notice the man behaving oddly.

"Shouldn't you be with the rest of the teachers, consulting with your headmaster?" he drawled.

"Of course I am," the man with the moving eye growled back. "I-I just...need one of my dark detectors from my room. Now let me pass, you fool!"

Starrk raised an eyebrow. "And this artifact is going to help deal with the potential enemies converging on the school?"

"Yes, YES! It's very important."

"I'm not supposed to let anyone leave the stadium - it could be dangerous."

"I'm a teacher! The one who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts! I know what could happen! This will prevent – "

"And I'm not supposed to let anyone leave."

The man snorted, but sweat was beading on his upper lip and forehead. "You listen to everything that the girl tells you to do? We all heard the announcement."

Starrk shrugged languidly. "Since she has the rank, I'm supposed to listen to her...including when she says to detain suspicious people."

"Why you-! Imperio!"

Starrk was faster, dodging the spell and grabbing the wand before another could be fully cast, before following up with a blow to the head that ensured the man would not be going anywhere soon – not unless his head was thicker than a Shinigami's (doubtful, given some of the ones that sparred with Grimmjow on a regular basis) or the wizard had advanced healing.

"Lillinette, let the fukutaichou know."

"Yeah, yeah, lazy old man," she said over her shoulder, as she left.

Starrk sighed. "And all I wanted was a nap..."

~IiI~

Harry groaned in the middle of his recounting and collaboration on what had occurred in the graveyard, and leaned his head into his hands.

"Mr. Potter, are you quite alright?" Madame Pomphrey asked.

"My head feels like it's splitting open," Harry muttered, before groaning again and clasping his hands to his scar, where it felt like someone had taken an icepick and decided to give him a lobotomy.

Madame Pomphrey turned to the rest of the judges, ministry officials, and the French Auror captain.

"I understand that you need to collect evidence and want the story while it's still fresh, but I must insist that the boy rest! He's gone through a terribly traumatic experience, and is injured. The stress from this interrogation is not helping and you will see the boy tomorrow, after he's had a good night's sleep!"

Minister Fudge attempted to insert his own opinion on that matter, but was glared into submission by Madame Pomphrey.

~IiI~

Staring at the remains of the false, infant sized body Voldemort had been inhabiting, which was itself lying in a crater, Ichigo said, "Well, at least we had permission to remove him from the cycle of reincarnation. And it wasn't me breaking the rules this time."

Ishida adjusted his glasses, but didn't deny how he had taken out the moron with a vengeance after he had attempted to kill them all with conjured snakes of golden fire.

"You're a bad influence, Kurosaki."

"Yeah, yeah. Had nothing to do with Inoue getting attacked, I'm sure. We feel the love, Ishida, truly, Chad and I do."

Chad chuckled with Ichigo, as Ishida said nothing. Orihime was ensuring that the man was dead, by having her fairies poke him with a stick.

"He's gone?"

"Oh yes, he's very dead. Should we bring him back?"

"Eh, probably, if only so they can see his body and be sure he's dead."

"Alright."

~IiI~

"Huh. I don't remember seeing him around," Grimmjow said to Starrk.

"Well he started bubbling a minute ago. Then his eye popped out along with the leg and suddenly he's this person."

"Weird. Well Hinamori'll be here in a bit – had to grab the head people, since they actually know shit about these assholes."

Starrk sighed. "And my sleep keeps getting further and further delayed."

"Tough shit. I hate kids and I'm still here."

"I've seen how much you...hate...Ichigo's sisters."

Grimmjow bristled.

~IiI~

Hinamori managed to arrive a few minutes later, interrupting the one-sided shouting match, with the second in command of the school, who went pale and shouted, "Barty Crouch!"

"You didn't know you had an imposter in the school this entire time? Sheesh, you guys suck," Lillinette commented, unimpressed.

Hinamori glared at the girl, but before any more could be said, a sudden pressure forced those civilians who were standing to their knees.

"Ah, welcome back, Taichou."

"Hinamori. We've got two morons, one who attempted the revival and the other who wanted to be revived. What's the status here?"

"This man was impersonating a professor. We have yet to discover more."

"Alright. Let's get this over with."

"First, if you would please contain your reiatsu...?"

"Oh, yeah."

Abruptly the pressure eased. Dumbledore took this as his cue to lead the whole congregation of important people to the newly returned group.

"Ishida-san?"

"I'm keeping his remains on this plane," he replied, and presumably that was what was contained within the floating, glowing blue box.

Hinamori nodded. "Then if you would move off to the side, until that can be properly sorted."

"Of course."

"Thank you."

"Now," Ichigo turned to look at the man Starrk was still holding down, "what is your name?"

The man spat instead of replying, but Dumbledore said, "Barty Crouch, Junior."

"Ah. Alright. Why is he here?" Ichigo asked, over the din of the ministry officials squawking about how that was "Impossible!" "Outrageous!" "Someone is clearly trying to besmirch the name of one of our most respected employees!"

Dumbledore's eyes, for once, twinkled coldly. "If I might, Mr. Starrk, pull up his left sleeve?"

"Sure."

In doing so, Dumbledore exposed the grey remains of a Dark Mark.

"What?!"

"It seems that Voldemort has been active."

"Oh, look," Professor McGonagall said, voice shaking but dry, "proof that You-Know-Who was mobilizing people!"

"But, Professor McGonagall, my dear lady," Fudge interjected, "How do we know that this is actually Barty Crouch, Junior? He could be a man under Polyjuice! Or some other disguise!"

"Well, it's a good thing that we have some Aurors with us, isn't it, Minister. And I do believe that they are authorized, by the French government, to dose suspected terrorists with Veritaserum, are they not?" She countered.

"Indeed, Madame, we are," the Auror captain replied. "And as I can think of no reasons, none that are good at least, as to why a man should be at an international event wearing the face of a dead man and carrying the mark of a creature that has terrorized the Wizarding World of Britain and threatened the rest of the world, I shall be administering that potion."

He reached inside his cloak for the vial.

"But first, I must read him his rights."

"They have those things here?" Lillinette said skeptically. "I thought they were just like 'you're guilty!' bang, 'you're guilty, off to prison you go!' bang. Worse than Seireitei I thought."

Fudge puffed himself up at that comment, not unlike an offended cat, but was cut off from commenting by Kurosaki.

"Lillinette, c'mon. It's not polite to say that to their faces when they might just be about to prove you wrong."

She sighed. "Fine."

Kurosaki patted her head, and the French Auror took her silence to approach the unconscious man. Binding the downed man in rope, he incanted, "Evenerate."

The man blinked his eyes a few times, and they slowly focused upon the group in front of him.

"Sir, you are under arrest for entering Hogwarts grounds under false pretenses, and for at least past association with the Dark Lord known as Voldemort. You have the right to representation in court after the findings of this case have been brought before the Wizengamot. Anything you say will be inspected by the court.

"For the purpose of this initial session, you will be given three drops of Veritaserum. If you choose not to answer a question, you have that ability but it is likely that any silence will be considered compliance in the court of law."

That said, the Auror Stunned the man, placed three drops from the small eye dropper vial he'd pulled from a pocket inside his cloak on the man's tongue, and Revived him.

"Now, what is your name?"

"Barty Crouch, Junior," the man, Barty, croaked, much to the shock of the British Ministry of Magic officials.

"Whom were you disguised as?"

"Alastor Moody."

"Why did you disguise yourself as him?"

"To assist my Master."

"Who is your master? Does he answer to the name Voldemort?"

"The Dark Lord is my Master, and you filthy worm, you do not deserve to speak His name." With that, any semblance of calm shattered, and Dumbledore took executive action by casting a wide-spread silencing charm.

"To what end did your Master have you interfere with this tournament?"

"He asked me to ensure that Harry Potter would win, that he would be brought to Him, and so He would return, stronger than before." A manic light had entered Barty's eyes by the end of that statement, and he leaned forward, as he continued. "I alone searched for Him. I alone was successful and I will be rewarded beyond imagination when He comes for me."

At that statement, Kurosaki and Ishida snorted, but was generally ignored by the rest of the group were still distracted by the return of the Dark Lord.

"And where is the real Alastor Moody?" The Auror asked, face set in grim lines.

"In the bottom of his seven compartment trunk."

"Still alive, for use of his hair in Polyjuice Potion?"

"Yes." That answer was gritted out.

"Excellent. You will be kept in a holding cell on Azkaban until this entire situation is sorted out."

Barty Crouch, Junior was then Stunned once more.

Turning to the group behind him, the Auror Captain said, "Well, Minister Fudge. I believe that you have proof that this tournament has been tampered with by the British Dark Wizard, Voldemort. I would suggest you review what the Head of the Wizengamot has been telling you, as I was told by Madame Maxime, to muster your forces to face this threat."

Fudge's mouth gaped, as his complexion resembled curdled milk in the face of this testimony.

"Ah, quite right, I'm afraid I haven't removed the silencing charm yet. Here we go," Dumbledore said mildly.

"What – but – no, Dumbledore, no. He can't be back."

"I'm afraid, Cornelius, that we have proof otherwise. The testimony by Mr. Crouch, by Mr. Potter, Mr. Diggory, and Ms. Suzuki. And by Professors Kurosaki, Ishida, Sado, and Inoue, who faced off against the man, giving enough time for the children to escape."

"But – Dumbledore, this will ruin –"

Kurosaki interrupted with a cough. "Well, Voldemort was a problem. He's taken care of."

"What?" the group gaped at him.

Kurosaki shrugged. "Yeah, he and his helper, along with the snake, are dead. That's what's in the box," he gestured to the floating blue box, "and the person Chad had to bring back."

"What, but…Ichigo…how?"

"Team effort, and we'll leave it at that until there's a full debriefing."

"Ichigo, I must insist upon knowing – "

Kurosaki cut him off. "No, Headmaster Dumbledore, this became a Gotei problem as soon as my fellows and I were involved, and as such will follow procedure as usual. We will collaborate with the investigative team that I hope," he said pointedly, looking at Fudge, "will be sent to the graveyard of Little Hangleton, before sunrise, to ensure all evidence is collected before anyone else can stumble across it. Afterwards, we will also, of course, cooperate with your legal system to ensure that all parts of this case come to light. But not before then.

"This man had supporters. What will they do when they realize their Lord is dead? Nothing good, I assume."

With that, Dumbledore's arguments faded and he was forced to acquiesce.

~IiI~

Later that night, a stunned and confused Dumbledore spent much of his time muttering over and over again, "neither can live..." and "prophecy"

Professor McGonagall was very unimpressed when she found him still at it in the morning.

"Honestly, Albus! You have the Minister to deal with, along with the current investigation and coordinating with Kurosaki's group. You don't have time for your tangential ideas and divination!

"The house elves will get you ready in half an hour, and for Merlin's sake, you should be done with all that talk by then!"

~IiI~

The tournament ends in a flurry of confusion, between the investigation taking place and the idea that Voldemort was back but dead yet again. Already rumors were circulating that the entire thing was a hoax, but then other people questioned why the French Auror presence was necessary, then.

Still, Hogwarts champions were the one to take the cup, and so they were the ones declared the winners for the reinstated tournament. However, given the ease with which an outside force had tampered with the tournament, it was unlikely that it would be continued in the near future.

(Harry and Ron and Hermione had absolutely no problems with that idea.)

Outside of Hogwarts, Fudge was trying to deny that Voldemort had ever been trying to bring himself back, feeding the rumors that the entire thing was a hoax or a different group of terrorists attempting to utilize Voldemort's reputation, but the records from the ongoing investigation were undeniable, along with the potion remains within the cauldron in the graveyard which Cedric, Harry, and Reina had found themselves and the evidence in the Riddle House. Add to the sudden appearance of a convicted Death Eater on school grounds and his addled father, Fudge was having a difficult time finding more supporters. (The Daily Prophet had gotten ahold of the facts for once.)

"Thank you for hosting the tournament, Headmaster Dumbledore. It was a most entertaining and enlightening visit," Kurosaki said, before gesturing for the paper doors in front of him to open. His students followed behind him, as unruffled by this whole adventure as Reina was, after she'd portkeyed with Harry and Cedric back to Hogwarts grounds.

"Indeed. It was most enlightening," Madame Maxime said, as she swept the last of her students into the powder blue carriage. It seemed that future relations with Britain would be very interesting for the next few years, at least as long as Cornelius Fudge was in office.

"Thank you for your assistance, Headmaster Dumbledore. We appreciate the help and hospitality over the course of the year and in the past week, after our own Headmaster had fled," Viktor Krum said, on behalf of the Bulgarian contingent as they walked up the gangplank before it retracted and disappeared beneath the surface of the Black Lake. They, as a school, had a fair amount of work ahead of them to replace Karkaroff and better prepare their students for the insanity that the end of a Dark Lord brings.

At Hogwarts, in the following days, the students settle back into their routine, apart from the world for the last few days during grading and the end of exams. Helping that was the fact that the DADA position was still open (the real Moody had been found, but wasn't interested in teaching and needed an extended stay in Madam Pomfrey's care). However, that was a constant from which people seemed to, oddly enough, draw comfort.

~~Fin~~

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