The Portkey took Harry, Cassie and Cedric back to the arena where all the people of Hogwarts were gathered and waiting for them. Seeing the presence of three Hogwarts teenagers who finally returned, made everyone in the audience seats cheer applause.

The feeling of happiness was inversely proportional to the three teenagers who had just returned from the night where Harry fought with Voldemort. Cassie, who was originally guarded by her older brother now seems Harry pulling her into a hug.

Sobs of emotion broke down Harry's cheeks. "Cassie, how are you? Is the effect bad??!!" he asked worriedly.

"Harry," Cassie let go of Harry's hug and looked into his eyes deeply. "I'm fine.." Cassie seemed to wipe the tears on her lover's cheeks, "Don't think too much about it, okay?"

Seeing a teenager who seemed to be in a weak condition, the Professors approached Harry, Cassie and Cedric. Likewise, the students who were watching, now stood up from their seats to see more clearly what was happening.

"What happened? Who was injured?" Chattering Professor McGonagagal walked over.

Cedric held his sister's shoulder. "Cassie...my sister got hit by Crucio spell, Professor." Cedric gave Cassie a pitying look. "And she needs to be taken to the Hospital Wing asap. Because I think the curse hit her heart.."

"My childs! My girl!" replied Mr. Amos Diggory ran to his two teenage childs. "Cassie my daughter. What happened, Cedric?!"

"Dad.." Cassie's eyes seemed to close, and she felt her breath catch. “Take me to the Hospital Wing⎯ now-”

Before she could finish her sentence, poor Cassie seemed to have collapsed into Harry's lap. "Cassie! God, someone please take her, hurry!!"

Not long after, the nurses came with their aids, they then carried Cassie on a small thin bed and took her immediately to the Hospital Wing. Likewise with Cassie's father and older brother, and a number of Professors who also saw the Gryffindor girl's condition.

Harry seemed to follow too, but Professor Alastor Moody immediately held his arm. "Follow me."

“B-but, Professor⎯ ”

"Hurry up, Potter!" he whispered and immediately walked away from the crowd.

Professor A. Moody led Harry away to his office room. As usual, the room was dark, quiet, full of furniture with a mysterious aura.

Harry was finally taken to sit by the Professor at the end of the room. "Are you alright Harry??" he asked and Harry nodded. "Does it hurt? The wound??"

"Not so much now." Harry replied even though his hand held the rest of the pain.

The Professor then asked Harry to show him Pettigrew's knife wound in his hand (although Moody had no idea what the wound was caused). "The Cup was a Portkey." Harry said. "Someone had bewitched it.."

Moody stared hard at Harry. "What was is like? What was he look like?!"

Harry winced at Moody's serious question. "..Who??"

"The Dark Lord!" Moody then pressed up on Harry's knife-cut wound and went off to look for something. "What was it like to stand in his presence?!"

"I⎯ don't know..," Harry replied. Now, on the other hand, Moody seemed to be about to drink the potion he always carried with him, but it seemed that it had run out. "..It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams..into one of my⎯ nightmares."

Moody seemed to run leaving Harry who sat down, but he still did not leave his office room. Moody opened the box containing his potions, but the bottles were all empty.

Harry watched him in confusion as Moody asked from a distance. "Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others???"

Hearing his question, Harry opened his mouth to speak, but then he realized that there was something odd about Professor Moody's question.

"I..I don't think I said anything about the graveyard, Professor.." Harry answered with a strange frown.

Moody then entered the side of the room Harry had been in all along. Moody stared sharp at Harry. He said that: did Harry think that crazy big Hagrid would've lead him into the woods if Moody hadn't suggested?? Did Harry himself think that Cedric Diggory would've told Cassie Diggory to Harry for open the egg underwater if Moody hadn't told them first?? And it was here.. that Harry began to eye Moody suspiciously. Then, the last thing Moody said unexpectedly was:

"Do you think Neville Longbottom, the weird boy that crazy in love with Herbology will look for and give Gillyweed to you and Cassie before I tell him to do it first, HAH?!?!"

Moody approached Harry who sat up confused, he pointed his own head with his middle finger. 'think' he alludes to.

"You put my name in the Goblet of Fire.." Harry said knowingly. "You⎯ you bewitched Krum during your last assignment...But..."

"But but but." mocked Moody stepping back. "You won..because I made it so, Potter. You ended up in the graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so.."

Harry got up from his seat, slowly he running to the corner of the room away from Moody who was getting weird. Moody seemed to come out of the shadows, towards Harry who pulled away. "Imagine how proud Lord Voldemort is of me!!"

Harry was moving away as he noticed that Moody's face had become a mess, the skin on his face sagging. "Imagine what he'll give me when i get THE GREAT HARRY POTTER!!!!!"

Moody pointed his wand at once and at that moment too, Professor Dumbledore suddenly appear behind the door and cast a spell on Moody that made him fall on the chair.

Dumbledore, followed by McGonagall and Snape, interrogated Moody. Snape poured an Honest Potion that would make Moody tell the truth. Dumbledore then asked, "Are you Moody?!" Moody who got the question shook his head. "No." he answer honestlu.
Dumbledore then asked where Moody was. And Moody, whose face was melting, pointed at the large black chest in front of Harry.

"Avoid."

Harry stepped away from the mystical black chest then Snape opened the chest with his wand. Open one chest, open another smaller chest in it to make a pile. The three Professors walked slowly full alert to see the contents inside. Apparently, there was another Professor Moody seated further down the small room, with one hand covering his eyes.

"Moody?? Then who is.." Dumbledore and everyone slowly looked at Moody who had been sitting down.

Moody who had a melting face earlier, seemed to be squirming, his face twisting and turning until finally his head fell silent down. Harry slowly looked down at his face, it wasn't Moody anymore but a face that Harry was familiar with.

"Barty Crouch Jr."

"YES I AM!!!!" Barty Junior looked like he was going to approach Harry but his action was blocked by Snape who threatened him.

"But⎯ how..." McGonagagal said in disbelief, as well as Harry, Snape, and Dumbledore who saw the Azkaban prisoner's face again.

Snape scooped up the bottle that Barty Crouch Jr. always had. carry it everywhere, he inhaled it. "Polyjuice potions."

Barty Crouch Jr. , with his tongue sticking out said with a sly smile. "I'll show mine if you show yours." He said then showed the Death Eater symbol on his left arm.

"Harry...your wound!" Dumbledore then appears to line up Harry's injured arm with that of Death Eater Barty C. Junior.

"He's back." Junior replied with an evil laugh. "Lord Voldemort has returned!!!!!"

"Send an owl to Azkaban." Dumbledore said, while looking sharply on Junior. "I'll handle this."