I dont think I said anything about a graveyard, professor...

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We were back at the quidditch pitch. The band began to play and cheers erupted from the stands. Tears pooled in my eyes as I looked at Cedric's dead body.

He didn't deserve to die. It was all my fault. He shouldn't have been there in the first place. I was the one who told him to take the cup at the same time as me.

Fleur was the first person in the stands to notice Cedric. She let out a bone-chilling scream and the cheering and music died out in a second.

Murmuring filled the air and Dumbledore ran up to us. He tried to pull Florence and I off his body but we didn't budge. We couldn't leave him.

"No! No! No don't!" I yelled at Dumbledore.

"Cece wake up! Wake up please!" Florence cried out. "I told him he would be okay! I promised him!"

Fudge bent down next to us. "For gods sake Dumbledore! What happened?!"

"He's back! He's back!" I managed out. "V-voldemort's back. Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him, not there." I sobbed out hysterically.

"It's alright you two. It's alright." Dumbledore said, as he pulled me away from Cedric's body. "He's home. All three of you are."

"Keep everybody in their seats!" Fudge commanded the professors. "A boy had just been killed. The body must be moved, Dumbledore. There are too many people."

I watched as it took three professors to tear Florence away from Cedric's side. I had never seen her like this before.

"No! No!" She cried. "Let me hug him! I promised I'd give him unlimited hugs if he won." She whispered.

Professor McGongall gently helped Florence away and comforted her.

"Cedric." She whimpered as the sunk into Professor McGongall's arms.

Hermione ran past a through a group of professors and immediately wrapped her arms around Florence as they both began sobbing.

The man from earlier ran up to Cedric. It was his father.

"Let me through! That's my son! That's my boy!" He yelled through his own sobbing. He dropped to his knees and held Cedric in his arms.

I looked in the crowds. Ron looked the most shocked I'd ever seen him. Cho was crying in amongst her friends and many Hufflepuff's were trying to push through the teachers but failing.

I was still on the floor sobbing when Moody grabbed my shoulder and stood me up. "Come on. Get up. Easy, easy."

"No!"

"This is not where you want to be right now. Come on." He said as dragged me off towards the castle. "It's all right. I got you. Come on. Easy now." He continued as I cried still.

I looked back to see Ron and Hermione trying to go after me. But being held back by a group of professors.

I could still hear Florence and Cedric's fathers wails from behind us as we reached the castle.

I clutched my bleeding arm tightly as Moody took me to his office.

He sat me down on a stool in front of him. I hadn't said a single word on the entire walk here. I stopped crying and think I went into shock instead.

I still couldn't believe what had just happened.

Cedric was dead.

Florence was Voldemort's daughter.

I had just seen my parents.

The dark lord was back.

"Are you alright Potter?"

No. I wasn't.

I nodded, slowly.

"Does it hurt? That?" He peered down curiously as my bleeding arm.

"Not so much now."

Not compared to other things.

"Perhaps I'd better take a look at it." He rolled back my sleeve to examine the long cut.

"The cup was a portkey. Someone had bewitched it. It took Florence with us, and she didn't even have to touch it." I said.

Moody looked me with a wide expression. "What was it like? What was he like?" He asked eagerly.

"Who?"

"The dark lord."

Something about the way he said that threw me off. It almost sounded as though he was in awe.

"What was it like to stand in his presence?"

"I-i don't know. It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams......" I answered, painfully remembering the traumatic experience. ".....into one of my nightmares."

Moody began to shake slightly. He looked uncomfortable and took out his flask. He held it to his mouth but nothing came out, he continued to shake.

"Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?" He asked through short, quick breaths.

"Well I-" I paused and turned to look at him as my blood went cold. "I-I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor."

Silence filled the room. I could here my own heartbeat.

"Marvellous creatures, dragons, aren't they?" Moody asked as he frantically searched through some of his other flasks.

I watched him in confusion.

"Did you think that miserable oaf would've lead you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it?"

I looked at him as he violently opened and closed multiple closets, checking for something.

"Do you think Cedric Diggory would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself?!" He raised his voice and continued searching around the room.

"Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, could've provided you with Gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that lead him straight to it?!" He asked right in my face. "Huh?!"

Then it hit me.

This wasn't Alastair Moody.

"It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the goblet of fire! You bewitched Krum! But, but bu-"

"But! But! But!" He mocked me in a whimpering voice. "You won because I made it so Potter!"

"You needed up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done." He grabbed my cut arm and I yelled in pain. "The blood that runs through these veins runs within the dark lord!"

He pointed his wand directly at me. "Imagine how the dark lord will reward me when he learns that I have, once and for all, silenced the great Harry Potter."

The door burst open beside us. "Expellairmus!" Dumbledore's voice boomed and the imposter was flung into a seat, with his wand at the other side of the room.

Professor McGongall and Snape burst in after Dumbledore. They tied the imposter to a chair and raised their wands at him.

"Severus!" Dumbledore commanded.

Snape poured a vial of Veritaserum down the imposters throat.

Now he has no choice but to tell the truth.

"Do you know who I am!" Dumbledore ordered.

"Albus Dumbledore." The man choked out.

"Are you Alastair Moody? Are you?!" Dumbledore ordered fiercely.

"No." The man gargled. He was still shaking violently on the chair.

"Is he in this room? Is he in this room?!"

The man eyes turned to a chest in the room. I quickly backed away as McGonagall shot a spell at it.

The chest burst open and we all peered inside. At the very bottom of a long drop down, was the real Alastair Moody.

"Are you alright Alastair?"

"I'm sorry Albus." He called up.

I turned to the professors. "That's Moody. But then who's-"

Snape grabbed one of the mans flasks and smelled it. "Polyjuice potion." He glanced at me.

Finally, some proof that I wasn't the one stealing from Snape's potion storage.

"We'll get you up in a minute." Dumbledore called down to the real Moody.

The man on the chair began gurgling and squirming and we all watched as he slowly transformed into a man. Not just any man.

Barty Crouch Junior.

We all stood in a shocked silence.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Crouch said, as he pulled up his sleeve to reveal the dark mark. He started laughing manically.

Dumbledore pulled me forward and looked at the cut on my arm. It was in the exact same place as a dark mark would be.

"You know what this means don't you? He's back." Crouch grinned maliciously. "Lord Voldemort has returned."

"I'm sorry sir. I couldn't help it. The same thing happened to Florence." I apologised. The familiar feeling of guilt swept over me.

"Severus, send an owl to Azkaban. I think they'll find that they are missing a prisoner."

"I'll be welcomed back like a hero!" Crouch sang.

"Perhaps. But personally, I've never had much time for heroes."


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