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Amelia was sitting in her living room, drinking a cup of tea while she read today's issue of the Evening Prophet. She then was distracted by the beeping sound from the small pin that she wore on her chest. Pulling it off and placing it on the coffee table in front of her; to Amelia' surprise a small light activated and soon the logo from the organization the man worked for floated in the air.

"Madam Bones, we have received reports about the ceremony of the champions. As the champions for the Triwizard tournament were chosen, a fourth name came out of the Goblet of Fire, which should not have happened in the first place. We think you can already guess whose name it was, but more importantly two men were put into the dungeons and waiting for your arrival."

Amelia swore loudly at hearing this. But the person on the other end was not finished.

"As it turned out, someone posed as Alastor Moody, using Polyjuice potion to fool everyone around him sufficiently. But as Mr. Potter, after revealing that he is a Witcher after his name came out, used his abilities to find out what was going on and knocked the fake Moody out until the potion wore off. It was then revealed that the imposter is one Bartemius Crouch Junior, someone that should be dead."

Amelia stared at the pin in confusion. "What? Crouch? That's impossible!" Amelia was about to get up to head to the Floo but the pin had one last message to convey.

"But before you run off to see for yourself, please remember that Dumbledore 'sent' you an owl, so we can keep up the appearance that you were not informed beforehand."

Amelia stood up, taking the pin from the coffee table and placing it back on her robe. She walked over to her fireplace and picked up her traveling cloak then she threw a bit of Floo powder to travel to the ministry.

When she arrived at her destination, she walked towards the elevators to take them to the second floor, where the DMLE was. As the elevator doors opened again, she stepped out and looked at the Aurors working the night shift. She considered her options and soon found her most trusted Aurors. "Shacklebolt, Scrimgeour, I just had a note delivered from Dumbledore. We are called in to something urgent that had happened tonight in Hogwarts, so you two are coming with me. Take two other Aurors with you, we leave in five minutes."

Both Aurors nodded and left Shacklebolt's cubicle to look for their respective charges. Five minutes later, Amelia walked in front of Shacklebolt, Scrimgeour, Tonks and Gawain Roberts. After Amelia had made sure that everyone was here, they disapparated to Hogsmeade to travel up to Hogwarts.

When they arrived at the gates to the school grounds, Amelia looked up to the castle and soon noticed someone coming out the gates and walked towards them. And the sudden stiffness of Tonks was just a small conformation that Chief Wulf was coming for them in full armor. John pushed open the gates admitting them entrance, then turned to Amelia and nodded. "Good evening Madam Bones, thank you for coming so quickly. I already placed the two individuals in the dungeons, so please follow me." John turned around to lead the four Auror's into the castle.

As the group followed the Master Chief Robards quietly whispered to his superior. "Blimey, I know he was big but I didn't think he was that big!"

Scrimgeour shook his head amused by his friend and whispered back. "Nor did I, Although if the stories I've heard from the younger Aurors like Tonks have any truth to them, whatever you do do not piss him off." Glancing forward to make sure Madam Bones wasn't listening Scrimgeour added quietly to Robards. "Word is he's worse than Moody when it comes to physical training."

Once the group entered part of the dungeons that was off-limits to students Amelia noticed Dumbledore standing in front of a cell stroking his beard lost in thought. Snape stood by watching the other cell for movement, when Amelia and her Aurors arrived with John Dumbledore turned to Amelia with a sad smile. Amelia held up her hand to forestall any statements and looked over her shoulder to her Aurors. "Auror Tonks, please erect privacy and monitoring wards. I do not want to be disturbed, also put up a monitoring charm for any curious students or staff not cleared for this investigation."

Tonks nodded and proceeded to follow her boss's instruction.

Amelia turned back to Dumbledore with a raised brow. "So, what kind of mess have you got for us tonight headmaster? I thought tonight was the choosing ceremony for the Triwizard Tournament, surely you didn't have an attack over who was chosen?" Amelia knew the reason, but she wanted to have Dumbledore explain for her Aurors benefit.

Dumbledore smiled wryly at Amelia's dry humor. "If only that was the case, then it would be purely a Hogwarts matter. While we expected three champions to be chosen we had an unexpected fourth, Harry Potter."

Behind Amelia the Aurors stood up straight at hearing this development, but remained professional and did not interrupt. Amelia nodded grimly glancing over at the two occupied cells. "And I take it you found out who submitted Mr Potter's name then?" She knew this part would startle her Aurors but she had to trust Dumbledore to handle the revelation properly.

Dumbledore stroked his beard and hummed thoughtfully. "Yes and no. Yes we might have discovered who submitted young Harry's name but it was not I who made this discovery, per se. Well, not completely." Dumbledore took a quick glance at the cell he was standing in front of and nodded towards it, inviting Amelia to take look inside.

Amelia stepped forward and looked inside the cell. She did not recognize who it was at first but stepping closer to the barred door she started to see the similarities to Barty Crouch Senior. "Merlin's beard! That's Bartemius Crouch Junior!" Amelia looked back at Dumbledore for an explanation.

Dumbledore nodded grimly and picked up the story from earlier. "It is indeed. And we owe this discovery to young Harry. When his name came out of the Goblet of Fire he felt obligated to take a step he did not wish to do but he felt it was the honorable thing to do. You see, Harry is a Witcher, has been one for a few years now. He and his guardians have decided to hide this fact to protect him, and very few people knew his secret." Dumbledore gave Amelia a knowing look. Dumbledore shrugged helplessly as if the situation was outside his control. "Young Barty here, however was using polyjuice potion, posing as Alastor Moody. Quite clever to use Alastor's paranoia to drink only from his flask. But it seems that Harry's revelation caught him of guard."

Behind Dumbledore Snape snorted in amusement speaking for the first time. "It would catch anyone off guard but I will admit the method of provoking a reaction was most Slytherin."

That level of praise from the Potions Master was a surprise to everyone bar John and Dumbledore. Amelia glanced between Snape and Dumbledore, waiting for an explanation.

Dumbledore chuckled ruefully. "Ah, yes I will admit I thought he was targeting his rant at Igor but it seems Harry was trying to elicit a response from Barty instead." Dumbledore shook his head at the young Witchers crazy gamble but he could not deny it paid off.

Now Amelia was intrigued. "Rant? How does a rant trigger such a response? What could possibly… " Amelia trailed off as she tried to consider what Harry said in the antechamber.

John volunteered the answer that shocked the Aurors present. "He called Voldemort and his Death Eaters cowards. Junior was struggling from taking his wand out and attacking Harry but he barely held himself in check."

Amelia stared at John in open mouth shock. "Has becoming a Witcher made Mr Potter mad? Not even Dumbledore was bold enough to call You-know-Who a coward."

Dumbledore shook his head bemused. "Oh no, it was not becoming a Witcher that drove Harry to this point, but rather, I suspect, Harry's impatience at being someone's pawn. Witchers, as you well know do not take kindly when people use them for their own personal gain. That, and I believe he was told the story of Voldemort's attempt to strike back at Kear Morhen when they declined his offer. That was when Witchers declared their war with Voldemort and his Death Eaters if you recall."

Amelia winced remembering that story. Twenty Death Eaters plus their master went in to attack Kear Morhen, Only three Death Eaters survived that skirmish. It was a cautionary tale not to seek hostilities with Witchers, even the DMLE heard the story. Amelia shook her head to get back to the present. "I see. but you have two prisoners. Who is the other?" Amelia walked over to the next cell and looked inside and did a double take. "What? Why do you have Barty Crouch Senior in a cell?" Amelia spun around demanding an explanation.

Dumbledore hummed thoughtfully as he had been considering that puzzle since Junior was revealed. "It is a curious thing. When Junior was finally revealed his father showed no visible reaction, completely calm. Nor did he have any reaction during Harry's rant. I felt it was necessary to stun the father and await your arrival and let you question him. I suspect he was under the Imperius, held by his son. If that was the case, then I imagine the stunner would have broken the curse."

Amelia shook her head in dismay, if Crouch Senior does indeed have something to do with his son's escape it would be the end of his career for certain. She was trying to determine which of the two Crouches she should question first. Thinking the bigger threat is the son because she wanted to get the motive for submitting Harry's name she decided to sort that mystery out first. "Shacklebolt, would you please wake Junior up and keep an eye on him? I will administer some Veritaserum to question him. It will be the same situation as with Pettigrew, so there shouldn't be a problem with the rules."

Shacklebolt walked over to his boss, wand in hand and pointing it towards the unconscious body. After casting the enervate charm, he saw how Junior stirred in the cell and opened his eyes.

As soon as Junior saw the two Aurors, he sat up and grinned up at them. Something in Junior's eyes made Shacklebolt nervous so he cast a body bind so Junior could not move.

Amelia opened the cell and walked over to Junior, a small vial with Veritaserum in hand. But before she opened Junior's mouth to administer the dose, she checked the young man over. She soon found what she was looking for; a very faint outline of the Dark Mark could be seen on his forearm. She then applied the potion into Junior's mouth, waiting for it to take effect. As soon the craziness in Junior's eyes vanished and was replaced with an emptiness that showed that the potion was working, she turned back and gave Shacklebolt a nod to drop the body bind she began her questions. "What is your name?"

In a monotone voice he answered. "Bartemius Crouch Junior."

Well, that was one answer Amelia was already aware of, so she continued her questioning. "Did you place Harry Potter's name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"Yes."

Amelia looked back at Tonks, who already had pulled out the dictaquill and was noting down everything Junior was saying.

So, Amelia asked her next question. "How did you do it?"

Junior explained how he placed Harry's name into the goblet and how he confounded the goblet to believe that there were four schools instead of three. But to the question who had ordered him to do it, Junior just said that he did not know who gave him the order as his memory was altered after he was told how to do it.

Amelia raised an eyebrow, asking Junior how he knew that his memory was altered at this particular moment. The Aurors then saw Junior grinning, even under the influence of the Veritaserum. "Oh, he knew that it was a possibility that I would be captured. So to keep it a secret, he removed my knowledge on who gave me the order and who he was, so I could not tell you even under Veritaserum. And for what would happen next, he did not tell me, only to wait until he gave me the next order."

Amelia scowled at hearing this. She had a good idea of who might have ordered but it seemed he was smart enough to take precautions. Still, the pressing issue of how Junior escaped Azkaban remains. "How did you escape Azkaban?"

Junior's mad grin was wiped off his face at that question. "My mother was dying and she forced my father to make me switch places with her as it was her dying wish. Father cast Imperius on me and made me drink Polyjuice potion to take the form of my mother while she took my place in my cell as me. Since then I have remained hidden at home being taken care of by our house elf, Winky."

Amelia blinked in surprise. Quickly glancing over to Tonks to make sure that was recorded, Tonks nodded her head in confirmation. "So your father has been keeping you restrained and hidden at home for the past thirteen years?" Amelia pressed, making sure that she was getting her facts straight.

In a dull voice Junior answered. "Yes, although his form of restraint is keeping me under the Imperius curse, over time I have been gaining control back but hiding it from my father and Winky."

Amelia stared at Junior as she thought of something that was strange for Crouch Senior's behavior at the Quidditch World Cup. On a hunch she decides to solve one mystery tonight. "Did you cast the Dark Mark at the World Cup?"

To Amelia's surprise, Junior's mad grin came back. "Yes, I wanted to remind those unfaithful bastards that there was someone who was willing to follow our master's cause. When Father sacked Winky it was to his undoing."

Amelia stood up straight as she regarded Junior. She wondered if Voldemort was smart enough to also obliviate Junior off said "undoing". Shaking her head she doubted Voldemort would leave this to chance. Taking out her wand she stunned Junior who fell back onto the bed unconscious. Gesturing to the unconscious form of Junior she instructed Shacklebolt to put the restraints on him and get him ready to take back to the Ministry.

Leaving Junior's cell she saw Dumbledore waiting for her expectantly. "I presume you heard that?"

Dumbledore nodded sadly, "Indeed, it is a sad day to discover how far Bartemius has fallen. Although the fact Junior was obliviated is concerning." Dumbledore looked over to Snape with a questioning look.

Snape was frowning as he regarded Junior in his cell. Shaking his head Snape answered Dumbledore's unasked question. "You know I was not aware of the fact Junior was a Death Eater until his trial. And I have never heard of the Dark Lord obliviating his followers."

Scrimgeour spoke up for the first time since entering the dungeons. "Don't know what's worse, Barty Senior putting his son under the imperius or You-Know-Who now obliviating his own Death Eaters to cover his tracks. The former though, is going to be one huge political mess."

Amelia sighed and rubbed her temple, staving off a headache. "You're not wrong Rufus. But I want to hear it directly from Barty's mouth before I can make any further decisions. But I daresay Barty's career is over either way."

Amelia soon was standing in Crouch Senior's cell and looking down at the older man. She had already cast the enervate charm on him, so he was sitting on the cot with his hands behind his back. "Barty, can you guess why you are here in chains?"

Crouch nodded and looked over to his cell, as the walls between the cells were just some cage bars close enough so the cells would be separated. "Yes Madam Bones, I know why I am here. I accepted my wife's dying wish and took my son out of Azkaban, with the use of Polyjuice potion. Back then, he drank it to change into my wife, while she was drinking it to change into my son. From there, I led my son out of the prison, while my wife was dying in the cell from her illness. Since the Dementors are blind and can only sense other beings, all they noticed was that two people entered the prison, one of us very sick and weak, and then two were leaving the prison, the one who was sick was similarly weak then before. But to make sure that no one would see my son ever again, I placed him under house arrest with the Imperious curse and staged a small funeral for my wife, so the story would go around that I was now alone. Of course I know that the Imperius is highly illegal, but it was the only solution I had at the time. But just after the incident during the Quidditch World Cup, I got a visit and since then, I do not remember anything until now. My guess is that someone had placed the Imperious on me and then liberated my son, but I do not know who it was at all."

Amelia just nodded, turning around towards the entrance of the cell to call John. After she had done that, she looked back at Crouch with a serious look on her face. "Well Barty, your son told me what he had done after he was freed from your curse, but I still have some questions for later. I am sure that I do not have to tell what will happen next."

Crouch looked over at Amelia with a grim look on his face. "I will cooperate fully. I have long accepted that this day would come. Granted I do not know at what cost due to the Imperius but I will make a full confession and sign it with blood quill if need be."

In the corridor John watched Crouch Senior with a frown. Making sure his external speakers were off he asked his partner. "How bad is this situation, with ONI not being aware about Crouch…either Crouch?"

Cortana winced at the implications of this development. "This is NOT my fault! ONI didn't even know about either Crouch. Although we can guess who ordered Junior, ONI had no indication to suspect Crouch Senior of being...this heavy handed with his own son. ONI closed the file on Junior when he died so they never bothered to open it back up." Cortana paused. "You do know I have to pass this onto Callie, right? Harry has to know about this since Crouch Senior is no longer a player in the tournament."

John smiled sadly. "I'm not blaming you Cortana, as you said ONI had no indication to suspect Crouch Senior. They never did find out what drove his son to become a Death Eater." John sighed, "Go over the report with Callie before passing it up to ONI, perhaps she could offer some insight into Junior's psych profile during his time as Moody."

John watched Amelia exit Crouch Senior's cell, whereas the man in question followed her out with his head held high. Remembering he still had "Moody"'s wand John got Amelia's attention. "Madam Bones, before you head back to the Ministry you might want to take this with you." John reached into one of his compartments and took out a wand. "This was was on Junior when we searched him."

Amelia took the wand, recognizing it immediately. "This is Moody's wand, the real Moody that is. I'll have to have it checked before I return it to the stubborn old man." Amelia looked over to Dumbledore with a raised brow. "I presume Moody was found then?"

Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "Indeed, Minerva found him in his own trunk no less. She and Poppy took him to the hospital wing to help him recover. It is fortunate Junior was discovered early. I daresay Alastor would be rather put out to be confined to his own trunk for the entire school year."

Amelia grimaced at the thought. Nodding in understanding. "Well, I'll have to interview him, tomorrow perhaps. How many people know that Junior was posing as Moody?"

Dumbledore hummed thoughtfully. "Aside from people present, including Minerva and Poppy, there are the Champions and their respective heads plus Ludo. Since this was an open DMLE investigation I impressed upon them to keep this discovery to themselves."

Amelia sighed in relief. She frowned in thought. "Who is the Hogwarts champion, if I may ask. I know it is not Mr Potter."

Dumbledore smiled proudly at this question. "Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff"

Amelia nodded and smiled in turn, she was, after all, a Hufflepuff herself. "Then we don't have to worry about him spreading rumors."

—-

Harry woke up the next morning, having to remember that he no longer needed glasses since they were not on his nightstand. Callie reminded him they remained inside his robes pocket. Looking around in the dorm room, he noticed that Ron had been sleeping in his bed, but surprisingly woke up before the rest and had already left for breakfast. Standing up from his bed, he walked over to the bathroom to take a shower, just as Neville was beginning to wake up.

As Harry opened the tap for the shower, he received a report from Callie. "Good morning Harry. You should go to the owlery later, just to keep up the facade that we use owls to keep in contact; can't hurt to send a letter to someone just so it won't look like a waste of time too. As for when Keira will arrive in the castle, she should be appearing before lunch and telling everyone who will be listening that Dumbledore's owl had surprised her, but she came as soon as possible. Any questions?"

Harry shook his head in a negative and soon was finished with his shower. He left the bathroom soon after and walked over to his bed to put his clothes on. He wondered how much hate would be directed towards him today. When he walked out the dorm and down the stairs to the common room, he looked around and saw that it was as empty as it always was this early in the morning. Somehow he was glad that he did not have to endure the glances from his house mates; even if almost everyone was telling him last night that they did not mind that he was a Witcher. He then saw Hermione sitting on her usual spot, reading a book.

He walked over to her to wish her a good morning and looked at what book she was reading.

Hermione turned around to Harry, closing her book with a smile. "Good morning Harry. I hope you slept well. Ron looked like he would have cursed you if he had the chance, so maybe we should just go to the Great Hall and get something small to eat outside by the lake; we could make some breakfast sandwiches with bacon or something similar. Because I assume that you would like to have some more time for yourself and not see all the students who are angry at you." Hermione's sad smile at the stupidity of the general students was not missed by Harry.

Harry smiled warmly and thanked Hermione for her suggestion. "That is a good idea, Hermione. The weather seems to be nice enough to eat outside today." Harry and Hermione talked a bit more about everything they could think of while walking through the common room and out the portrait hole.

Harry had told Hermione that he would have to make a small detour to the owlery, just to keep up the appearance that he would have sent Hedwig back home with a letter. Even if the letter he had shown Hermione was not addressed at Keira, he had written to Yen to ask her how Katrina was doing. "You of course already know that John would already have reported that my name came out the goblet of fire. But even though we were prepared for it to happen, my name coming out the goblet still surprised us and Dumbeldore, so Keira could not come as soon as John had told them what happened." Looking around in the owlery, he called for his familiar. Just as he said her name, Hedwig landed on his shoulder and hooted softly, just as Sarina landed on his other shoulder, holding out her leg with a letter on it. Taking the letter, he read through it with a smile. "Well, here is the proof that John already told them what happened. Keira arrives just before lunch, and Lambert is her escort. No surprise there. So Hedwig, could you bring this letter to Kear Morhen and then come back just to make sure that if someone would look out for you they would see you. And Sarina looks like a school owl from a distance, so she can be mistaken for one that Dumbledore would have sent back home. That should be enough to keep up appearances."

Both owls hooted and nibbled on his finger as he stroked his owl before they took off towards the sky. Hermione also watched the owls fly away, still hoping that everything worked out fine. Now if she only knew what would be in the first task, she could help Harry prepare better. But for now, she would be satisfied with a quiet breakfast under the clear sky for a change.

—-

As Harry and Hermione sat down by a tree on the grounds of Hogwarts, with a view of Beauxbatons' carriage and Durmstrang's ship. Eating the sandwich that they had brought with them, Harry noticed that she was sitting much closer than usual when they were in public. Turning his head towards the castle, since he heard someone coming out the entrance, he saw that Daphne and Susan had walked out and looked around.

Harry lifted his arm to wave at them, showing them where they were sitting. Soon after that, the small group was sitting by the tree and enjoying the cool weather while it was still around.

Daphne sighed loudly when she looked at the castle gleaming in the morning sun. She then sat up and looked directly at Harry. "I have to say Harry, it is kinda liberating that you revealed your status as a Witcher last night. Finally we don't have to keep it a secret anymore from our friends. You would not believe how much Tracey knows about Witchers. It seems that her grandmother had once collected different memorabilia from your order. But what happened afterwards in the antechamber? Did Professor Dumbledore tell you something about the tournament?"

Harry turned towards Daphne while scratching the back of his neck. "Well, Professor Dumbledore did not say much, but Bagman told us that he would explain more when we have the wand weighing ceremony with the headmistress of Kear Morhen. And before you ask, it will be Keira as she has the best fashion sense next to Yen and can pull off the look of a headmistress. I am sure that Yen would have loved to play the part, but Katrina is still a bit too young to be left this long without her mother. We also found out who placed my name into the goblet, but as this is now a DMLE matter, you should ask Madam Bones about it if you want to know more, since I cannot tell you more until the investigation is finished." Leaning back on the tree, enjoying the rays of the sun that for once did not get on his nerves because they hit him in the morning while he was still sleeping.

As they were enjoying the cool weather, Harry heard someone coming closer towards them from the castle. Opening his eyes, he saw Lavender and Parvati coming closer with a curious glance shared between them. Lavender was the first of the two girls that came close enough for the others to hear her. They looked up to see Lavender grinning at them. "Well well well, what do we have here? What a nice picture this is. Can we join you?"

Harry looked at the two new girls with a raised eyebrow. "Well I do not mind you both joining us, Lavender. But if you want to ask why I did not tell you before that I am a Witcher, I would like to explain before-"

He was interrupted when Parvati held up a hand to signal him to stop talking. Lavender looked at Susan and then turned back to Harry. "Does she know what you have given us during our first year?"

Harry looked at Susan, and then the light bulb came alight. "Ah yes, Susan knows about Callie and the others, so we can talk freely as long as we are alone. Now about the explanation-"

Harry was again interrupted, but this time by Parvati speaking up. "You do not have to explain, Harry; we understand that you had to keep it a secret as best as you could. We talked with Sandy and Maria, before Hermione came into the dorm last night and then we talked a bit more. Hermione also told us when she and Daphne had found out that you are a Witcher during our second year, and how Susan pieced everything together on her own when she saw you after you had fought the basilisk. But in the future, please keep us in the loop, even if we have not spent much time together outside of our small study group."

Harry nodded and gestured to the ground. "I do not mind Parvati, to be honest you had always kept the fact that you and Lavender have an AI to yourselves, so I should have trusted you both well enough to also keep it a secret that I was a Witcher. How about as a peace offering, I invite you all to Kear Morhen over the next summer?"

Harry felt a small punch on his shoulder and turned to see Susan with a pout. "When do I get an AI Harry? All the others here have one."

Harry smiled apologetically and told her that he would ask if she could have one, after all creating one was a complicated matter. He kept it a secret of course that the UNSC had so many AI working for them that they could surely spare at least one that was newly created without any difficulty.

His girls were thinking about the invitation for the next summer, agreeing to send their respective parents a letter to ask for permission and then sat around in a circle in the shade of the big tree, trying to relax a bit more before they would return to the castle to study in the library until lunch.

—-

Moody wakes up from his sleep, groaning loudly as he felt a giant headache. When he opened his one normal eye, he soon noticed that he was not in his trunk, but in the Hogwarts' hospital wing. He was often here during his time at Hogwarts as a student himself, so he knew that he was at least in a safe place. Regardless, he was looking for his wand just in case, but it was not on the nightstand next to the bed. But he saw that his magical eye was placed there on a small cushion. Taking it and putting it over the empty eye socket, he soon saw everything around him once the eye started moving, he growled. "Damned Crouch! I can't believe he pulled a fucking Pettigrew!" Moody rolled his eyes when he heard Pomfrey's sharp voice reprimanding him.

"Mind your language Alastor, there may not be students present but you are still a teacher and you are in my hospital wing." Pomfrey came into view to look over Moody critically.

Moody rolled his good eye and shook his head bemused. "I'm still a teacher? I don't recall doing any teaching of kids. Speaking of which, how long have I been out of it anyway. I don't see a calendar around, do I?"

Pomfrey crossed her arms and gave Moody a cross look. "Today is November 1. You were found in your trunk last night by myself and Minerva. And no, I'm not letting you leave that bed until Madam Bones releases you."

Moody scowled at hearing that. He wondered why he couldn't move around so much. Moody grunted. "At least give me my peg leg. When is Amelia due to spring me from my prison anyhow?"

Pomfrey sighed and gave Moody his peg leg which she took from her office.

She looked sternly at Moody, who tried to fasten his peg leg and tried to stand up. "Oh no, you don't. You will lay in bed until I dismiss you." She pointed her wand towards the nightstand to call up some food from the kitchen. and a tray of food laden with breakfast fare appeared, causing his stomach to growl. Pomfry had heard worse and walked over to her patient. "You need to eat, when we found you last night you were just skin and bones. Your jailer did not really care much that you had drunk only nutrient potions, enough to stay healthy, just enough so you would stay alive. I will now call the Headmaster, he wanted to talk with you as soon as you were awake. And I am sure that he will call Madam Bones, as she will have some questions too." Pomfrey pointed to the tray of food. "Eat"

Moody just grumbled and pulled the tray onto his lap, wondering how long he would have to stay here. Glancing down at the food he scowled. Mumbling to himself, "Well, at least I can count on Hogwarts cooking while I'm here."

—-

A few hours later in Hogsmeade, a portal opened and Keira came through with Lambert. She was wearing a dark emerald green dress with a black jacket over a black corset on her upper body. Lambert was walking out sporting new dark green pants with a black leader jacket and two swords strapped to his back. He was also carrying a package and a shrunken trunk under his arms, containing some clothes for Harry and also two other swords. Lambert adjusted the position of the package and looked at his wife. "I do hope that Harry has time today to spar with me a bit. Or else I would have brought those swords for no reason."

Keira smiled and began to walk towards the castle that she had seen in the distance. "Don't worry, he should have a free day today, so I am sure that you can cross your swords in a mock battle. But please use the training swords, we do not need Harry or you wounded too heavily to fulfill your duties. Now follow me love, we have a schedule to keep."

Lambert scoffed. "The school has a mediwitch on station 24/7, love! Even wooden swords can cause broken bones if we're not careful. I'm not worried about getting hurt and neither is Harry."

As the couple approached the gates they saw a carriage with curious creatures in the front. Lambert recognized Hagrid standing by the carriage. "Hey Hagrid!" Lambert regarded the winged horse creatures. "Are those…thestrals? I haven't seen domestic thestrals in a while."

Hagrid grinned and he glanced over at the thestrals. "Aye, that they are. Good to see yah Lambert, Keira." Hagrid stepped over to let the couple onto the grounds. "Welcome to Hogwarts. Dumbledore thought you'd appreciate not having to walk all the way to the castle."

Keira smiled and thanked the half-giant. "Thank you Hagrid, Harry has told us that the ride via carriage is always a nice treat. Are you coming up with us?"

Hagrid shook his head. "Nah, I gotta go check in on the abraxan to make sure they're handling their stable alright. I'll be along later for lunch." Hagrid nodded to the carriage. "Besides, once you are done with the carriage I'll unhitch the thestrals to let them back into the forest."

Keira and Lambert climbed onto the carriage and soon they were off towards the castle. En route Lambert saw the Black lake and a curious sight before him. Eyes widening when he read the name of the ship he exclaimed in shock. "Oh you have got to be kidding me. Look, the Flying Dutchman!" Lambert pointed at the ship.

Keira looked at the legendary ghost ship. Murmuring quietly as only Lambert could hear. "So the legendary Dutchman is real. I would imagine that it is Durmstrang's ship. Which means Karkaroff. Do remember your manners. Only act if he threatens us."

Lambert grunted in acknowledgement.

Soon the carriage came to a stop in front of the large double doors to the castle. As the couple disembarked they were greeted by Dumbledore. The aged wizard bowed and greeted his guests. "Good afternoon Keira, Lambert, welcome to Hogwarts. I wish it was under better circumstances. I trust things are well at home." Dumbledore led the couple into the castle as he showed them where they would be staying for the duration of the tournament.

Keira nodded and smiled. "As well can be expected when you have a curious infant in the castle again. Though I must admit having Winky help take care of Katrina has made things a lot less stressful."

Lambert snorted. "Me? I wouldn't mind a break from the crying. Harry wasn't that bad when he was that age."

Dumbledore smiled wryly. "Ah but Harry was just a bit older when he entered your home, just fifteen months old if I recall."

Keiras's dry riposte to her husband took the smile off his face. "And I seem to recall you made yourself scarce whenever Harry or Katrina for that matter, needed a nappy change."

Lambert held up his hands in defense. "Hey, Witcher, remember? We have a very sensitive sense!"

Keira rolled her eyes as they arrived at their quarters, which were guarded by a portrait. Dumbledore explained. "I thought the best way to give you both secure accommodations was to put you in an apartment that required a password. As portraits make the best guardians I would like to introduce to your guardian, Leonardo."

Kiera took a closer look at the subject in the portrait and gasped. "Da Vinci? I thought you were a muggle?"

Leonardo, who looked like a very old man in the portrait, bowed his head in greeting. "Heh, well, as I was alive before the Statute of Secrecy no one ever questioned my many talents as not to be magic." Leonardo shrugged with a smug smile. "This portrait is my self portrait, a progression from the drawing I made. Might say it was my ultimate test to make my own portrait. But let's talk about security, do you have a password in mind?"

Before Keira could offer up something that would be unique, Lambert spoke up with a grin. "Dragonheart." Lambert explained to Dumbledore, "Always liked that movie! But it was the oath given that stuck out for me. It reminded me of the Witcher's motto."

Leonardo nodded and the portrait swung open allowing them entry. Lambert set the package and shrunken trunk down and looked around while Keira turned back to Dumbledore. Dumbledore explained that lunch will start shortly so suggested his guests freshen up. Keira thanked the headmaster and the portrait closed as he left.

—-

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table waiting with the other students for lunch after almost being dragged there by Fred and George, who both sat on either side of him and talked with him about everything they could think of, while Hermione sat opposite of Harry with Neville next to her. Ron was sitting further down the table, eating his lunch as always and ignoring Harry as best as he could.

Harry heard someone coming to the doors to the Great Hall and he braced himself for what was about to happen. When the doors opened, the students all turned around to see Keira and Lambert walking in with purpose. Keira was holding her head high, while Lambert was walking behind her while watching the students around him. They soon found Harry, as he stood up from his seat on the bench.

Keira smiled as she walked up to Harry to hug him tightly, before releasing him and looking at him. She spoke quietly enough so only Harry and Lambert could hear her. "Yen and Triss are worried sick. We know that you will be able to come out of this alive, but just to make sure I implore you to make sure that you are prepared."

Harry just nodded and looked at the bag in Lambert's hands. "What did you bring me as equipment? And what should I wear during the day? Or can I just wear my robes while sporting the same colors as you two?"

Keira shook her head reassuring him that won't be necessary; she gestured to Lambert to give Harry the bag. "Harry, it shows that you have learned something from me. While you will be wearing your armor during the tasks, during the normal school day you can wear your Hogwarts robes, even if it would be nice if you could color match me and Lambert. And Headmaster Dumbledore had told me that you agreed to give me your wand during the tasks, so I took the liberty to get the most powerful armor we have as well as the gear necessary in case you need to fight."

Keira then turned back to Dumbledore. "Now Headmaster, as Harry is now publicly being a member of our school, where does he sleep during this tournament? Please do not misunderstand, I do not think that someone could hurt Harry while he sleeps in Gryffindor tower, but the other schools do not sleep in any of the dorms of this fine castle afterall."

Dumbledore nodded, looking at Harry who inspected the contents of the bag he was handed. "Well, Harry can choose, if he wishes, to sleep with you in a room I have asked the house elves to make ready or if he prefers to remain in his dorm in Gryffindor tower. He is out of my jurisdiction, so to speak." Dumbledore thought leaving the decision to Harry would help alleviate the pressure the young Witcher was feeling from his own House.

Harry looked up from the bag and smirked at Keira and Lambert. He then smiled and turned to Dumbledore. "I will stay in the tower, thank you Professor Dumbledore. I do not need to hear those two going at it at night." After this sentence, he was smacked on the head by Keira, causing the students close by who heard him to laugh. Harry then returned to his seat on the Gryffindor table.

Before Lambert could follow his wife to the staff table for lunch he grinned at Harry and warned him with a glint in his eye. "Just for that cheek I'm going to be extra hard on you later when we are sparring." With that promise he turned to follow Keira for some good food.

Dumbledore was told by John that he had other visitors coming up to the castle at this moment. John only told Dumbledore this to maintain appearance of informing Dumbledore, since Cortana already updated the headmaster of the guests arival.

—-

As soon as Dumbeldore was in the courtyard just outside the entrance, he saw Amelia and her escort walking towards him and John, who was not wearing his armor. As soon as Dumbledore and John were close enough and had made sure that they were alone, Dumbledore did greet the visitors with his grandfatherly smile. "Good afternoon Madam Bones, I am so glad that you could make time on this nice Sunday to speak with Alastor. I already have talked with him, explaining what had happened in the antechamber after the champions were chosen and how he was rescued. But I also told him that he would need to talk with you about everything else, as it was a DMLE matter. Now if you would please follow me."

Amelia nodded and walked just behind Dumbledore, with Shacklebolt and John following them. When they entered the hospital wing, they saw how Moody was sitting back on his bed with a cup of tea in his hand. All of them were sure that he did take this cup very begrudgingly, as his flask was as of now a piece of evidence in the investigation into Crouch Junior. Not looking up from his tea Moody growled out. "Finally come to spring me from this prison then? About bloody time!" Moody grumbled letting everyone know he hated being stuck in bed.

Amelia rolled her eyes as she walked towards the bed to sit down on the chair next to the bed. "Have a bit more patience Alastor, this will be over with quickly if you cooperate."

Meanwhile Shacklebolt stood outside the hospital wing to make sure that they would not be interrupted except it was an emergency.

Amelia took a small satchel out of a pocket of her robes, handing it over to Moody. "Inside is your wand Alastor. We have categorized everything that it was used for while you were not in possession of it. Also, I hope you like the new flask we got for you. Your old one has to stay in the evidence locker, since it was filled with polyjuice potion so we still need it. I also added a copy of something you would very much thank me for; we asked Junior, under veritaserum, what he has been teaching for the past two months. So you have no reason to complain that you are behind the times." Amelia's dry comment had Moody snorting in amusement. "It was deemed relevant to the investigation to know what he was teaching all the students; imagine my surprise where he did not stray into unwanted territory. Although teaching the fourth years the Unforgivables is one thing, putting them under the Imperius is a whole new matter." Here Amelia turned to Dumbledore and gave him a disappointed look.

Dumbledore shrugged unapologetically. He offered an explanation that surprised both Amelia and Moody. "He did ask me permission to teach this subject. His argument was very convincing. So convincing he played the role of Alastor so well I did not see any flaws."

Amelia sighed, she knew what Junior's argument to teach this since it was part of the questoning, but she decided to move on from that. Turning back to Moody she gave him a tired look. "As it were, you have no right to complain about teaching DADA this year, unless you would rather be stuck in your own trunk? For the duration of the year? Be glad Mr Potter had the senses to notice something was wrong last night." Amelia sighed when she saw Moody scowl. Reaching into another pocket she took out her own Auror issue satchel and withdrew from it parchment and dictaquill. "Now that you have be given back your needed property I do have some questions for you relating to Junior." Amelia paused as she looked up from the parchment and fixed Moody a critical look. "You know how this works Alastor, this is standard procedure, so please spare me your grumbling." Amelia set the dictaquill ready to take down Moody's statement.

Moody nodded and leaned back on the wall. "I've been going over that night in my head trying to figure out what went wrong. But I think what threw me off and lead to me being stunned was seeing Barty's boy, alive." Moody shook his head and scowled. "Let me start from the beginning."

Flashback

Moody was woken up from his sleep when he heard an impatient knocking on his door. Groaning, he grabbed his peg leg and quickly put it on. Mumbling to himself as he put on his magical eye. "Who the bloody hell is bothering me at this hour? I've got class planning to do!" Grabbing his wand he moved over to his front door.

Not opening it yet he saw a shabby dressed old man waiting outside his door. Growling in frustration when he did not see a wand in the man's hands or hidden in his sleeves he slowly opened the door. Gruffly he asked. "What? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

The old man appeared not to be fazed by Moody's ill tempered mood and just smiled at Moody and bowed. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste."

Moody's magical eye looked the man up and down and scoffed. "You don't say? More like poor taste and no wealth if you ask me."

To Moody's surprise the man just smiled. "Aye, that's somewhat true. But anyhow name's Jagger. Mick Jagger and…"

Moody stopped listening when his magical eye caught sight of someone approaching his back door. What he saw had him confused. 'What the bloody hell? He's supposed to be dead!'

Jagger managed to get Moody's attention back on him momentarily. "Sir, are you alright, you seem rather distracted."

Moody shook his head to wave off the stranger's concern. Gruffy Moody addressed Jagger. "Fine, just thought I saw something. Now, why are you-" Moody paused when the ward on his back door went down. Spinning around Moody turned fully to the direction of his back door and suddenly he felt a wand at his neck and Moody saw black.

Flashback end

Behind Amelia, Cortana was laughing at the irony of this story. Dumbledore was confused why she was finding this funny. Cortana waved her hand dismissively. "I'm sorry I know it's not funny but if you knew what I knew you might find the humor in whoever stunned Moody was."

Unbeknown to Amelia and Moody of the joke Moody shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "It was embarrassing to be caught like that! I swear I didn't see a wand in his hand or sleeves so I have no idea where he got it from. But like I said, if I wasn't so damned distracted by Junior I wouldn't have fallen for it so easily." Moody ran a hand over his face tiredly. "Worse bit is I have no idea who that bastard was, it wasn't a glamour as my eye can see through those. Only weakness of the eye though is polyjuice. But not many people know that."

Amelia sat back in her chair and regarded her old mentor. Looking over her shoulder at Dumbledore and John she gave both men a questioning look. Both shook their heads in the negative, Mick Jagger was a complete unknown to them as well. Although John did hold off questioning his partner what she knew. Amelia sighed and turned back to Moody. "Whoever that was likely used some random muggle to throw you off. When we questioned Junior about the night he attacked you he was obliviated of that as well. It seems whoever is behind this has taken steps to keep us in the dark."

—-

Lucius Malfoy was sitting in his office inside Malfoy Manor the next day, looking at the letter his son had sent him the day before. In it, Draco had written that Harry Potter outed himself to be a Witcher after his name came out of the Goblet of Fire. Thinking about Potter being a Witcher, Lucius thought that his son most likely embellished what happened on Saturday as he had done during his other reports over the last three years, since Draco's obsession with Potter was almost laughable. 'Even if Potter's name really came out of the Goblet of Fire, why would Potter tell everyone that he is a Witcher? That is even more preposterous than saying that Potter would be the next minister of magic, or Merlin forbid, Potter had said that he was the Phantom. Speaking of which, I have to visit Fudge to see what he had found out about the "Phantom". I am sure since Fudge can order Bones to tell him everything.' Lucius stood up from his chair and left his office to walk over to the fireplace in the foyer to throw some floo powder into it. He did not notice that Narcissa had watched him leave by the entrance to the office just as he stepped through the green flames.

Walking over to the desk, she saw the letter that Draco had sent as a report of the choosing of the champions. Reading it, she suddenly worried for Harry Potter if he was able to survive the tasks. But more importantly, she wondered if she could write to Andromeda if she could find out if it was true or not that Potter was a Witcher. 'Andromeda would surely be able to talk with Madam Bones.'

Deciding that it would be safe now to write a letter since, for lack of a better term, the imprisoner was out of the house. So she walked back to her bedroom and took a piece of parchment and a quill to write her letter to her sister.

—-

Lucius soon arrived at Fudge's office, where Mrs. Smith was working diligently as always. "Ah. Mrs. Smith, how wonderful to see you this morning. And how beautiful you look as always." Lucius spoke in, as he believed, his most charming voice as he smiled at the woman.

Mrs. Smith's patience was becoming really strained as of late, and Lucius Malfoy did not stop flirting with her. But she hoped that that would end soon, since she had received the report from ONI about what had happened on Saturday and soon, Voldemort and his goons would see what a small part of the UNSC can do. Looking up from her work with a forced, fake smile Mrs Smith spoke in a polite tone. "Mr. Malfoy, I imagine that you are here to see Minister Fudge. He is talking with Mr. Bagman right now, so you may have to wait for a while." Of course, what she did not tell Malfoy was that she was listening in on what was being discussed in Fudge's office.

Lucius was a bit surprised that Bagman was really talking with Fudge. It had to be about the Triwizard Tournament, but now Lucius was even more curious if his son was right in his letter about Potter revealing that he is a Witcher. So he just nodded and sat down on a chair outside the office to wait for Fudge to call him in.

A while later, Fudge left his office with Bagman in tow, and Lucius saw that the minister looked mighty angry. As Lucius stood up to ask what was wrong, Fudge just shook his head. "Not now Lucius, I have some urgent business to attend to with Madam Bones. It seems that she had Barty brought into the Ministry holding cells in chains."

Lucius watched Fudge's departing form as he left the outer office and stepped onto an elevator to travel down to the DMLE. Now he truly was curious what was going on, so he took the next elevator after saying his goodbye to Mrs. Smith.

—-

When the elevator arrived on level two, Fudge stepped out with Bagman to meet Amelia in her office, since she would have already placed the two prisoners in the holding cells. He walked past all the cubicles where the Aurors were working hard to keep their country safe. When Fudge arrived at the door he just opened it without knocking on it, even after Bagman tried to hold him back. "Madam Bones, explain to me why you seem to think that it is necessary to keep Barty as a prisoner down in the cells."

Amelia just looked up from her paperwork, where she was just writing down what she did last weekend. She really hated this political play, but she had to do it to make sure that Fudge understood why she did her work. Amelia noticed Bagman behind Fudge and now understood where the minister got his information. "Minister Fudge, I have the authority to keep anyone who is a suspect of a crime until we have concluded our investigation. However, in this case, we also have Crouch Senior's confession that he had broken his son out of Azkaban and used the Imperius curse on his own son. Here is the confession I just mentioned, signed by Crouch with a blood quill, as per his own volition." She then handed over the parchment where the confession was written down, together with Crouch Senior's signature under it." Amelia handed over the parchment in question and watched Fudge pale in shock. Her dry voice made Fudge flinch. "Because it was magical parchment, that only would accept a person's signature when it was written out of their own free will. So even if they would be forced to sign a confession, the parchment would not accept the ink. This made sure that everything was correctly documented."

Fudge was reading through the confession, his face was getting paler by the second. When he handed it back, he was contemplating how he could save face that he had allowed such a man to work for him. "Well, that is really a surprise for us all. Barty was always such a law-abiding wizard, you would never believe that he would break his son out of prison; the same son Barty had sent to Azkaban a few weeks before because he was caught with some other Death Eaters. And now this? What even had you going to Hogwars in the first place? "

Amelia now leaned back in her chair, looking between Fudge and Bagman. "I guess that you know what happened on Halloween at Hogwarts, Minister. I am sure that Bagman had told you all about it."

The confused look from Fudge told Amelia that Fudge had not listened to everything that Bagman had told him. So she turned towards the former Quidditch beater. "Bagman, perhaps you should lead in the future with the truly important things, not just run to the minister and tell him that I had taken both Crouches into custody." Amelia's sharp tone, which was reserved for young unruly Aurors was making Bagman nervous.

Bagman wringed his hands, looking at Amelia with an apologetic look. "Ah, well, I was just getting to that part, but Minister Fudge just stormed out of his office after I had mentioned that Barty was taken into custody by your Auros. I did not have the chance to continue my report to him before we arrived at your office."

Fudge looked at Bagman with an annoyed look on his face. "I know that the champions for the Triwizard Tournament were chosen on Saturday, but why even mention this in the first place? What has it to do with Crouch being in a holding cell?"

Bagman cleared his throat and explained the part of the events that night he left out. "Yes, well…the three champions were chosen without a hitch; except that a fourth champion's name came out of the Goblet of Fire and it was Harry Potter. What surprised me is that Mr Potter swore a magical oath on his magic, life and honor that he did not submit his name into the Goblet of Fire or ask anyone to do so. And-" Before Bagman could saything more Amelia cut him off and gave him a warning look not to interrupt.

Amelia sighed and got Fudge's attention. "That, Minister, was the primary reason we were called in. Granted when I got Dumbledore's message he did not leave that much details only saying that my presence and four Aurors were requested. We found out that Junior was using polyjuice to impersonate Alastor Moody. His primary task, to date, was to submit Mr. Potter's name into the goblet to enter him as a fourth champion; to what end I cannot say; that is still being investigated."

Fudge was at first annoyed at why Bagman did not start with this important piece of information but then he was shocked at the misfortune of Boy-Who-Lived. "But- But he's only fourteen! Surely this can be…" Fudge looked between Bagman and Amelia to tell him that Potter does not have to compete.

Bagman looked away with a grimace on his face and Amelia was grim and she shook her head. "I am afraid, Minister, that if your name comes out of the Goblet of Fire it constitutes as a magical binding contract. Mr Potter has no choice but to compete." Amelia thought of a quick way to distract Fudge about the tournament. "Oh, we do have some good news and can close the investigation to the Dark Mark at the World Cup." She saw both Bagman and Fudge were now looking at her expectantly. Amelia shrugged as if this was obvious. "It turns out it was Crouch Junior. He was the one sitting in the Top Box during the game under an invisibility cloak. During the game where the people in the Top Box were distracted he nicked one of the Arthur Weasley son's wand."

Both Fudge and Bagman looked at her in wide-eyed shock. Both men were present in the Top Box. Fudge swallowed nervously. "You- You mean Junior could have…could have attacked anyone there and we would not have been prepared for it?" Fudge pulled out a handkerchief and mopped up a sweaty brow, realizing he dodge a bludger there. "What- What about who put Junior up to this, to submitting Mr Potter's name?"

Amelia shook her head grimacing. "Whoever is behind this is playing it smart. Neither Crouch knows anything because both have been obliviated. Moody only saw Junior break into his home; we don't know who the other wizard was. This," Amelia paused, giving both men a stern look. "Is still an open DMLE investigation. Speaking of which." Amelia fixed Bagman a hard stare. "When were you going to report Bertha Jorkins is overdue? Her name came up in Crouch Senior's interrogation since she was, to date, the only person who found out about his son's hidden existence. It was Crouch Senior who obliviated her, an obliviation so strong it affected her short term memory."

Bagman gulped nervously. "Ah..well, you see…" Even Fudge was looking at Bagman aghast at his bumbling. Bagman sighed "I just thought she would just turn up…eventually" Bagman shrugged helplessly.

Fudge sighed and put his bowler hat back on his head. "Be it as it may, we will need a new judge for the Triwizard Tournament to represent the Ministry next to you Ludo. Come with me, we need to discuss the candidates."

Ludo wanted to leave Amelia's office together with Fudge, but she asked for him to stay just for a moment. "Minister, I need to speak with Bagman in privat about Bertha Jorkins. I will send him after you as soon as we are finished." Fudge just nodded and left the office, leaving a nervous looking Bagman behind.

Amelia fixed Bagman with withering glare before she cast a privacy charm on the door just to be safe. "You are lucky that I interrupted you before you could say that Harry Potter revealed he is a Witcher. Because if you even talk about this or my investigation into Crouch, either one of them, I will have your head on my desk."

Bagman paled at this picture in his mind. But something seemed odd to him about the wording. "Wh-wh-what do you mean with that Madam Bones?"

Amelia walked around her desk, just to stop right before Bagman. "Because I would hand you over to Geralt of Rivia, and he is very protective of Harry, because he and his wife have raised him since Harry was an infant. So do not test me on this Ludo, do you understand? NOT. ONE. WORD!"

Amelia calmed herself down after this so she could speak calmly again. She wanted to make sure that Bagman would get the message. "While I cannot order the minister to keep quiet on this matter, something I would prefer to be honest, I can order you to do so. I will not have you bungle up my investigations. Let the Witchers decide when they want to fully reveal Harry's secret. That means you do not talk about this anymore until it is officially out, understood?"

Bagman just nodded in fear and as soon as Amelia had opened her door, removing the privacy charm in the process, he all but ran out the office to speak with the minister about the replacement for Crouch Senior.

A/N: Now, as the scene that was a much better read thanks to HowInMadeHowie, there were multiple. Like the scene were Amelia questiones Moody, my version was not as good as the one he added to the chapter, his depiction of Moody was also much more spot on then my version was. Also the scene at the end where Bagman and Fudge are talking with Amelia had become much better after HowInMadeHowie did his magic.

And also, I had a biiiiiiig timing issue, where i had make the ministry work on a sunday, thanks to HowInMadeHowie who whacked a calender over my head we corrected all off the days.