I would've published this chapter sooner, but I was debating whether or not I should show the rest of the graveyard scene. In the end, I couldn't think of any major details that differed from canon, so I didn't write it

The first time red sparks had been shot into the air, Fred's heart nearly stopped. He relaxed marginally when it turned out to be Krum, who looked very confused as to whatever had transpired. Fleur appeared next, shaken but otherwise all right. Cedric and Harry were in the maze, still in the game.

Beside Fred, Sirius was muttering under his breath, not quite as calm as he had at the beginning of the task. Remus wasn't much better; the werewolf was patting Sirius' arm absently, but it was obvious his mind was elsewhere.

Red sparks shot into the air once more, and it turned out to be Cedric, who immediately ran to speak to the Headmaster. Fred was too far away to hear him, but Dumbledore's face grew somber.

"Where's Harry?" Fred wondered. George shrugged, looking just as uneasy.

They waited for several agonizing minutes. Fred willed someone to do something. "Something's wrong. Why isn't anyone doing anything?" he demanded.

Before anyone could respond, there was a loud pop, and Harry landed in the grass with the cup tightly clutched in his hand.

There were cheers all around them; no one seemed to notice the state he was in. No one except for Sirius, Remus, and Fred.

Sirius launched himself out of the stand with Remus close behind. Fred went to follow, but George held him back. "Let me go! I have to get to Harry!"

"You'll only get in the way," George snapped back. "It's already crowded enough as it is."

He wasn't wrong; between Dumbledore, Fudge, Madam Pomfrey, Snape, and the two Marauders, Harry had disappeared.

"Where's Harry?" Sirius demanded as he reached Dumbledore.

"Moody said he was taking him to the hospital wing," Fudge said.

That didn't appease Dumbledore. "Go find them," he ordered.

"What's wrong?" Remus asked.

"Moody wouldn't just remove Harry without anyone noticing," Dumbledore said.

Sirius immediately turned into Padfoot and raced away, following Harry's scent. Whatever had happened in the maze was because of Voldemort, he was sure of it. With the vision Harry had had, who else could it be?

He reached Moody's office and slammed open the door just in time to see Moody with his wand pointed directly at Harry.

"Stupefy!" Sirius shouted, throwing Moody back.

Harry stared at Moody, shock written across his face.

"Are you all right?" Sirius demanded, wincing a little at the stupid question. "Did he hurt you?"

Harry buried his face into Sirius' chest, body shaking.

"Harry?" Sirius prompted. Harry shook his head, still trembling, from pain or fear, Sirius couldn't tell. "What's wrong? Harry, pup, you're scaring me."

Harry lifted his head, expression somber. "Voldemort's back," he whispered.

Just then, Remus burst in along with Dumbledore and Snape.

Remus ran to Sirius' side. "Come on, we need to get him to the hospital wing."

"No," Dumbledore said sharply.

"Albus!" Remus looked aghast. "He's had a rough night! Let us take him—"

"He will stay," Dumbledore said, "because he needs to understand."

"Understand what?" Harry said. "That he—" he pointed at Moody's unconscious form— "was the reason I got into this tournament? That he is the reason I faced Voldemort? Who the hell is he?"

Dumbledore bent down over Moody's limp form and put a hand inside his robes. He pulled out Moody's hip flask and a set of keys on a ring. Then he turned to Snape.

"Severus, please fetch me the strongest Truth Potion you possess, and then go down to the kitchens and bring up the house-elf called Winky."

As Snape left, Dumbledore opened the trunk to reveal...

Harry gasped as he saw the real Moody, lying unconscious some ten feet below.

Dumbledore climbed into the trunk, lowered himself, and fell lightly onto the floor beside the sleeping Moody. He bent over him.

"Stunned— controlled by the Imperius Curse— very weak," he said. "Of course, they would have needed to keep him alive. Remus, throw down the imposter's cloak— he's freezing. Madam Pomfrey will need to see him, but he seems in no immediate danger."

Remus did as he was told, staring between the two Moodys with wide eyes.

"Poliyjuice Potion, Harry," Dumbledore said, looking at the hip flask. "You see the simplicity of it, and the brilliance. For Moody never does drink except from his hip flask, he's well known for it. The imposter needed, of course, to keep the real Moody close by, so that he could continue making the potion. You see his hair..." Dumbledore looked down on the Moody in the trunk. "The imposter has been cutting it off all year, see where it is uneven? But I think, in the excitement of tonight, our fake Moody might have forgotten to take it as frequently as he should have done... on the hour... every hour... We shall see."

Sure enough, a moment later, the impostor revealed himself, Moody's appearance disappearing to be replace by a younger man with straw-colored hair.

Snape arrived in time to see the last of the transformation. "Crouch!" he said, stopping dead in the doorway. "Barty Crouch!"

Filthy, disheveled, Winky peered around Snape's legs. Her mouth opened wide and she let out a piercing shriek.

"Master Barty, Master Barty, what is you doing here?"

She flung herself forward onto the young man's chest.

"You is killed him! You is killed him! You is killed Master's son!"

"He is simply Stunned, Winky," said Dumbledore. "Step aside, please. Severus, you have the potion?"

Harry, who was still clinging onto Sirius as if he were afraid he would disappear, watched as Dumbledore questioned Crouch and listening with growing horror as the pieces fell into place.

"I offered to carry the Triwizard Cup into the maze before dinner," whispered Barty Crouch. "Turned it into a Portkey. My master's plan worked. He is returned to power and I will be honored by him beyond the dreams of wizards."

Dumbledore then turned to Harry. "Come."

"Albus," said Remus, "can't it wait?"

"No, it cannot. Harry?"

Harry refused to move until Dumbledore said that Remus and Sirius could come. Then he followed the Headmaster to his office.

"I need to know what happened after you touched the Portkey in the maze. Harry," said Dumbledore.

"We can leave that till morning, can't we, Dumbledore?" said Sirius harshly. He still had not released Harry. "Let him have a sleep. Let him rest."

"If I thought I could help you," Dumbledore said gently, "by putting you into an enchanted sleep and allowing you to postpone the moment when you would have to think about what has happened tonight, I would do it. But I know better. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you. I ask you to demonstrate your courage one more time. I ask you to tell us what happened."

A shudder ran through Harry's body as he relived the event. When he got to Wormtail taking his blood, Dumbledore had Harry show him his arm.

"The wands connected?" Sirius said a few minutes later. "Why?"

"Priori Incantatem," Dumbledore muttered.

"The Reverse Spell effect?" Remus said.

"Exactly," said Dumbledore. "Harry's wand and Voldemort's wand share cores. Each of them contains a feather from the tail of the same phoenix. This phoenix, in fact," he added, and he pointed at the scarlet-and-gold bird, perching peacefully on Harry's knee.

When Dumbledore finally led Harry to the hospital wing, they were greeted by Harry's friends.

Fred jumped up first. "Harry!" he cried in relief. He almost ran over, but Dumbledore stopped him.

"Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said, "please listen to me for a moment. Harry has been through a terrible ordeal tonight. He has just had to relive it for me. What he needs now is sleep, and peace, and quiet. If he would like you all to stay with him," he added, looking around at George, Draco, and Luna, "you may do so. But I do not want you questioning him until he is ready to answer, and certainly not this evening."

"Yes, sir," Luna said. Draco and George nodded in acception.

Harry took a potion for dreamless sleep and was out like a light.

Still one or two more chapters left for fourth year (including the Summer)