Hello lovelies! Here's another chapter for Hogwarts! This ias Assignment 2 of the new semester, for the Careers Advice assignment. There were several options, but I chose task 2, seeing someone for who they really are. This will be a nice little fic, don't you all agree? Lets see what comes from my brain thoughts today!

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After watching both Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum being helped from the maze(with rumors that someone had Imperiused Krum), Hermione was beginning to worry. They should be back already…

"Reckon they're okay, Hermione?" Ron asked, staring at the maze entrance with his Omnioculars.

"I hope so," Hermione murmured. They knew someone wanted Harry dead the moment Dumbledore called his name from the Goblet. Had they succeeded? Were the Hogwarts Champions dead?

A whoosh and a loud pop showed that they were not dead. Harry landed on the ground, right on top of Cedric. Cedric wasn't moving. Was he unconscious?

The crowds immediately began to cheer, the band soaring triumphantly. Why not? There was finally a winner of the Tournament after months of competition.

Medics rushed down, trying to pull Harry away from the seemingly unconscious Champion. The younger boy refused to be moved, crying out in despair. The crowds quieted in confusion, wondering what in Merlin's name was going on.

The scream was all everyone needed to hear. Cho Chang and Fleur Delacour's shrill cries of horror and grief told all. Cedric had not just been knocked unconscious.

He was dead.

"Ron, let's go," Hermione muttered to him. Ron needed no urging, and they pushed their way through the increasingly horrified crowd. They made it to the outer edge of people, passing Krum, who had recovered quickly, and reaching Harry.

"What happened?" Dumbledore questioned Harry. They needed to find out what had killed Cedric, even if Harry wasn't ready to talk yet

Harry was devastated, a look of pure panic and shock on his face. Hermione had seen Harry scared, heartbroken, angry, and any other emotion imaginable. This was different. Hermione never wanted to see it again.

Harry's gasp of an answer nearly knocked her off her feet. "Voldemort… Voldemort's back!"

Voldemort back… how? What had been done to cause this? Only Harry knew now, and he wasn't talking yet.

Harry needed to move, and one of the teachers pulled him from Cedric's lifeless body. Hermione didn't notice who right away.

"The boy must be moved, Dumbledore!"a voice yelled from the edges of the crowd. Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, pushed through the crowd. In a low hiss, he added, "There are too many witnesses!"

Hermione knew that Fudge would refuse to believe. She decided to find Harry again, but he was gone. He had been taken from the Pitch. Maybe Dumbledore had allowed it. But who? Hermione searched for anyone missing, and almost instantly realized who it was.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione called anxiously. "Did you tell Professor Moody to move Harry away?"

Dumbledore turned to her. "No, Miss Granger. Alastor would never take Harry ouf of my sight in a situation like this…"

"Then that means it's not really Moody?" Ron asked, catching on. "Polyjuice Potion? Snape thought we were making that, but it must be whoever is impersonating Moody."

Dumbledore began a sprint to the castle, and Hermione and Ron followed, with several other teachers behind them. They ran all the way to Moody's classroom and threw open the door, just in time to see Moody aiming a wand at Harry.

"Incarcerous!" Professor McGonagall yelled. The man fell over, bound by several lengths of tight rope. Snape heaved him into a chair, pulling out a small vial of potion and forcing it down his throat.

The man slowly began to change, the effect of the potion wearing off. His hair became the color of sun trying to shine on a cloudy day, his skin grew pasty and freckly, and his eyes turned a watery slush grey. Hermione recognized him from descriptions Harry had given them.

It was Barty Crouch Jr.