Chapter 24- "You are under arrest."

Draco and Hermione were sitting next to each other pointing at the giant Blast-End Skrewt that had launched out of the maze and nearly landed on 'Moody' who had been limping around the Maze entrance, as if he were waiting for something. After the initial freak out and panic, the teachers got the Skrewt subdued. Now everyone was just waiting for either Cedric or Haiden and Harry to win after both Fleur and Viktor had been disqualified, both still unconscious.

"Do you think Harry was aiming for 'Moody' or was it just a happy accident?" Draco asked Hermione who laughed.

"I want to say the first one, but knowing Harry it was the latter." Hermione said causing Draco to chuckle.

"Luna? Are you okay?" Myari said from the other side of Draco catching his attention.

"Something's not right." Luna said. A second later Cedric and a screaming Haiden appeared from thin air with the Triwizard Cup. Luna shot from her seat as the crowd began to roar, Draco joined her when he noticed someone missing and who it was.

"NO! TAKE ME BACK! TAKE ME BACK! HE NEEDS ME!" Haiden's cries carried over the roar of the crowd, which was beginning to slowly die down. Haiden dove for the Cup, grabbing it. Cedric pulled him into his arms as Haiden began to shake the Cup. Cedric said something quiet to him, by this point the stadium was dead silent except for Haiden's bawling.

"HE NEEDS ME! HE CAN'T FACE THEM ALONE! HE'LL DIE! VOLDEMORT WILL KILL HIM!" Haiden cried. At that, Remus bolted from his spot, flying over everyone. Draco watched in numb shock as Remus jumped from the stands, rolling on the ground to brake his fall, before dashing up to Haiden and Cedric, just as Dumbledore, Severus, McGonagall, and 'Moody' ran out of the stands and onto the field.

"HARRY'S THERE ALONE! HE'S FACING VOLDEMORT AND HIS DEATH EATERS ALONE! I NEED TO GET BACK TO HIM!" Haiden yelled at Remus, who had pulled him from Cedric's arms to talk to him. The crowd erupted into panic.

"Someone catch Draco!" Luna shouted at someone a second before his world tilted. Something had happened to Harry, he could feel it. His legs gave out, the edges of his vision blurred, everything was too bright yet too dark at the same time. Strange golden lines appeared in his vision along with the shadowy echos of everyone that was both in slow motion and sped up. And if Draco tried to focus on the golden lines they became too loud.

"Stanna Tiden." A familiar sounding voice whispered as a man in a dark cloak seemingly appeared in front of him, the hood of his cloak pulled up to cover everything but the bottom half of his face. " Breath, Draco, just breath. Everything will be okay, just breath. Once he calms down, he'll stop accidentally sending this power to you. Just breath. Don't focus on the lines, they are too much for your mortal brain to handle." Something told Draco to trust this man and to listen to him.

Draco closed his eyes to keep himself from tying to focus on the golden lines, and began to focus on his breathing. After a few minutes Draco's world seem to right itself. "Starttid." When Draco opened his eyes again, the cloaked man was gone, his vision was clear, and the golden lines were gone, as were the shadowy echos. His head was in Hermione's lap, and everyone was still panicking, it seemed as though no time had passed.

Draco shot up, shocking Hermione, he took her hand before pulling her after him as he pushed his way through the crowed, not caring if the people he pushed fell or not. He was on a mission to get him and Hermione to Haiden. She needed to be there for Haiden and he needed to know what exactly happened and where his Harry was.

~Burn Me Into Your Memory~

Haiden was fighting the arms around him, tears blinding him, he needed to get to his brother. Needed to save him! Why couldn't they understand that! Why were they keeping him there? Did they want Harry to die? Haiden growled at the person who was trying to pull him away from the Triwizard Cup, the one thing that would be able to take him back to his brother, and the person growled back, but their growl was dark and dangerous, threatening almost.

"Haiden! Haiden, calm down!" Someone (Dumbledore his mind whispered) told him.

"NO! HE'S BACK!" Haiden yelled, continuing to fight the person holding him. "VOLDEMORT IS BACK AND HARRY IS FACING HIM AND HIS DEATH EATERS ALONE!"

"Haiden, you have to calm down and tell us what happened." Dumbledore told him urgently. Haiden got one of his arms free and he began swinging, hoping to get the person to loosen their hold just enough for him to slip out of their hold.

"Haiden." Severus's voice cut through his panic, immobilizing him just long enough for the person to not only get a better grasp on him but to also lift him from the ground. "Haiden, I need you to calm down, tell me where Harry is and we will go get him." Haiden took a couple deep breaths.

"He's in a grave yard. I don't know where. There was a house on a hill over looking it. And Voldemort's father was buried there." Haiden told him urgently. Severus looked to the side in thought for a few seconds before nodding.

"Right, Remus, I need you to stay with Haiden, make sure he doesn't do anything rash." Severus ordered before he turned and took off.

"Let's get you to the hospital wing, both of you." Dumbledore said as the person holding Haiden, Remus, sat Haiden back on the ground. The second Haiden's feet hit the ground they gave out, Remus picking him up again, this time bridle-style, with his head resting against Remus's chest. Remus began to follow Dumbledore, who was leading Cedric, across the lawn, past the lake and the Dumstrang ship. 'Moody' began to walk along side Remus.

"What happened, Haiden, Cedric?" He asked as Remus carried him up the stone steps, Moody's Clunk, Clunk, Clunk snapping Haiden out of his mind.

"Cup was a Portkey." Cedric said as they crossed the entrance hall. "Took me, Haiden, and Harry to a graveyard . . . and He-Who-Must-Be-Named was there . . . He-he. . . I almost. . . if it wasn't for Harry's quick thinking . . ." Cedric choked out a sob. "He tossed a frog or something in front of me . . . it took the blast of the spell . . . threw us backwards . . . told me to play dead . . ." Cedric was crying now as the shock of what almost happened sat in.

"The Dark Lord was there?" Remus came to a complete stop. "What happened then?"

"You're not Mad-Eye." Remus growled out. Haiden saw Dumbledore stop and spin around to look at them.

"What?" 'Moody' asked glaring at Remus.

"Mad-Eye Moody would never call Voldemort 'Dark Lord'. Who are you?" Remus asked, his hold on Haiden tightening protectively.

"It was just a slip of the tongue in my worry." 'Moody' told him, Haiden felt Remus's muscles tense up.

"Remus, Cedric and Haiden need to be seen, we will deal with everything afterwards." Dumbledore told them.

~Burn Me Into Your Memory~

The second Severus has passed through the barrier around the school that kept anyone from apparating inside the grounds, he focused his thoughts on the Riddle Graveyard. He had been there but once with Lucius the summer before. At the time, neither Lucius nor Severus had believed the rumors flying around the Dark Side of Voldemort's revival, but they; along with Crabbe and Goyle; had made a stop at the Graveyard in front of Riddle Mannor. Crabbe and Goyle hoping to catch a glimpse of their Master, while him and Lucius had hoped to prove the rumors false.

The second he landed in the graveyard, Severus had to erect a barrier as a spell was shot at him. "Severus?" Lucius called out. "Is that you?"

"Where's Harry?" Severus called back.

"He's here, next to me." Lucius told him. Severus dropped the barrier and looked in the direction of Lucius's voice. He sucked in a breath. There in front of him were the bodies of three Death Eaters, and Harry was sat on the ground with his back against a gravestone, and covered head to toe in blood, Lucius was standing guard over Harry. "It not his blood. At least, most of it isn't his."

Severus forced his body to move forward. His son needed him. As he got closer to Lucius and the bodies of Death Eaters, Severus noticed that the Death Eaters on the ground were still breathing. He caught Lucius's eyes.

"He made sure to keep them alive, to only knock them out. The only two people he went all out on were Voldemort and Wormtail. That's whose blood covers him now, Voldemort's and Wormtail, mostly Voldemort." Lucius explained as Severus made it to them and knelt in front of Harry. His eyes were open yet, but they eyes he was looking into did not belong to his son, nor were they eyes of the person possessing him. No, these eyes were dark, dangerous, murderous, and non-human. And they followed him, yet Harry's body never moved.

"What happened?" Severus asked.

"I don't know what happened before we were summoned here, I just know what happened afterwards. Harry pissed Voldemort off when he somehow messed with the spell used to bring him back. And then he let both Haiden and Cedric escape. Everything happened so fast after that. Harry and Voldemort fought, I've never seen anyone move as fast or even the way Harry fought. He used his body and anything else he could as his weapon.

"But it wasn't until most of the Death Eaters had been knocked out that he snapped, Harry stopped using spells and started throwing daggers that he magically created. The fight lasted until Voldemort had to flee in fear of dying once more, Wormtail ran off somewhere after being hit only three times. Once Voldemort had left, it was only then that Harry collapsed to the ground, almost as if he had been hit with a Body-Bind curse. I moved him here. I felt it would be easier to protect him should Voldemort or any other Death Eater decided to come back and attack while he was down." Lucius explained. Through out his explanation, Severus noticed Harry's eyes flashing between him and Lucius.

"Harry, if you're in there, if you can hear me," Lucius shot Severus a confused look, "I'm going to pick you up and take you back to the safety of the school." Severus told him before carefully slipping his arms under Harry's legs and neck, his eyes locked on Harry's eyes, which were glaring at him.

A picture of a smiling Haiden flitted through his mind, and Severus knew that it was his Harry sending it to him, begging him to tell him about whether or not he had made it back safe or not. "He is safe, along with Cedric." Severus whispered to him before looking at Lucius.

"Thank you. You took a major risk coming here tonight." Severus told him, Lucius shook his head.

"It would have been worse had I not come. My family would have been in danger of Voldemort's wrath had I ignored the call." Lucius said. "Now, get that boy to safety, I have a feeling Voldemort may try to get his hands on him to break his mind enough to try to control him." Without a word, Severus apparated them just outside the school grounds before he started to run towards the school.

~Burn Me Into Your Memory~

Haiden found himself alone and in a private room in the Hospital Wing; Cedric had been giving his own private room as well. Remus had been shoo-ed out by Madam Promfrey who had stepped out to have a word with Dumbledore. Haiden's head shot towards the door of his private room when it opened, hoping it was someone coming to tell him that his brother had been safely rescued. But, to his disappointment, it was only Mad-Eye Moody. In his hand was a cup, that, once he had hobbled close enough, he handed to Haiden.

"Madam Promfrey ordered me to give this to you . . . drink it . . . you'll feel better . . ." Moody helped tip the stuff down his throat; he coughed, a peppery taste burning his throat. It was then that he realized that he probably shouldn't have trusted this impostor, but by then it was too late as his private room came into focus, and so did the impostor himself. . . . He looked as white as Cedric had, and both of his eyes were fixed unblinkingly upon Haiden's face.

"Voldemort's back, Haiden? You're sure hes back? How did he do it?" Haiden tried to keep himself from telling this impostor anything, but without his consent, his mouth opened.

"He took stuff from his father's grave, and from Wormtail, and me - well Harry, actually." Haiden found himself saying while in his mind he was yelling at himself to stop.

"What did he take from Harry?" The impostor asked.

"Blood. But he took it from my arm." Haiden said raising his arm. His sleeve was ripped where Wormtail's dagger had torn it, though the cut had long healed since then.

"What do you mean? How did he take Harry's blood from your arm?"

"I don't understand it myself, but Harry said he used dark magic to make it so that the blood from the cut on my arm was actually his blood." Haiden told him.

"And where is your cut?" The Impostor asked as he inspected Haiden's arm.

"It healed."

"I see. And the Death Eaters? They returned?" The impostor asked. Where was Dumbledore?

"Yes." Haiden said. "Loads of them . . ." Why couldn't he keep quiet?

"How did he treat them?" The impostor asked quietly. "Did he forgive them?" Haiden tried to bite his tongue, he shouldn't be telling this Moody impostor any of this, he should be telling Dumbledore this! Especially about the Death Eater at Hogwarts.

"There's a Death Eater at Hogwarts. There's a Death Eater here - they put mine and Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire, they made sure that we got through to the end - I shouldn't be telling you this!" Haiden tried to get up, but the impostor pushed him back down.

"I know who the Death Eater is."

"Of course you do! It's you!" Haiden snapped, before covering his mouth with his hands. That got the impostor to laugh.

"Me? I'm shocked that you're accusing me instead of the obvious choice." Who was the obvious choice here? Severus or-

"Karkaroff?" Haiden asked quietly.

"Karkaroff fled tonight, when he felt the Dark Mark burn upon his arm. He betrayed too many faithful supporters of the Dark Lord to wish to meet them . . . but I doubt he will get far. The Dark Lord has ways of tracking his enemies." Why did that not surprise him?

"Karkaroff's gone? He ran away? That proves that he didn't put mine and Harry's name in the goblet!"

"Of course not." The impostor told him slowly. "It was I who did that."

"I figured." Haiden growled out.

"Did he forgive them?" The impostor asked once more, as his magical eyes swung around and fixed upon the door, and Haiden knew he was making sure that there was no one outside it. At the same time the impostor drew out his wand and pointed it at Haiden. "The Death Eaters who went free? The ones who escaped Azkaban?"

"What?" Haiden asked, looking at the wand that was pointed at him, his mind racing to remember all of the defensive spells Harry and Hermione had shoved down his throat, and wondering if he'd have enough time to draw his own wand and cast one of them before this impostor could cast one spell. Most likely not.

"I asked you," the impostor. said quietly, "whether he forgave the scum who never even went to look for him. Those treacherous cowards who wouldn't even brave Azkaban for him. The faithless, worthless bits of filth who were brave enough to cavort in masks at the Quidditch World Cup, but fled at the sight of the Dark Mark when I fired it into the sky."

"You fired it? You're the one Harry saw?" Haiden asked.

"If there's one thing I hate more than any other, it's a Death Eater who walked free. They turned their backs on my master when he needed them the most. I expected him to punish them. I expected him to torture them. Tell me he hurt them, Haiden. . . ." The impostor's face was suddenly lit with an insane smile. "Tell me he told them that I, I alone, remained faithful . . . prepared to risk everything to deliver to him the things he wanted above all . . . you and your brother." Haiden remained silent. "Who put your names in the Goblet of Fire, under the name of a different school? I did. Who frightened off every person I thought might try to hurt either you or your brother or prevent either of you from winning the tournament? I did. Who nudged Hagrid into showing you two the dragons? I did." The impostor's magical eye had left the door. It was fixed upon Haiden. His lopsided mouth leered more widely than ever.

"It hasn't been easy, Haiden, guiding both of you through these tasks without arousing suspicion. I have had to use every ounce of cunning I posses, so that my hand would not be detectable in your success."

"Well you failed at that! Harry was onto you from day one!" Haiden said.

"And yet, no one believed him. Not even you. And I have your friend Ronald and Rita Skeeter to thank for that. As I was saying, Dumbledore would have been very suspicious had you, Haiden, managed everything too easily. But thankfully your brother took the more difficult task. And as long as both of you got into that maze, preferably with a decent head start - then, I knew, I would have had a chance of getting rid of the other champions and leaving your way clear. Once again your brother's power came in handy there, able to easily take on any threat you two came across. Though that had to compete with your stupidity. The second task . . . that was when I was most afraid we would fail. I was keeping watch on the two you, Haiden. I knew you hadn't worked out the egg's clue because of a stupid fight, so I had to give you another hint -"

"You didn't," Haiden said hoarsely, "Cedric gave me the clue -"

"Who told Cedric to open it underwater? I did. I trusted that he would pass the information on to you and Harry. Decent people are so easy to manipulate, Haiden. I was sure Cedric would want to repay Haiden for telling him about the dragons, and he did. But even then, Haiden, even then you seemed likely to fail. I was watching all the time . . . all those hours in the library. Didn't you realize that the book you needed was in your dormitory all along? I planted it there early on, I gave it to the Longbottom boy, don't you remember? Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean. It would have told you all you needed to know about gillyweed. I expected you to ask everyone and anyone you could for help. Longbottom would have told you in an instant. But you did not . . you did not. . . . You have a streak of pride and independence that might have ruined all. Thankfully Harry remembered Longbottom and the book just in time. "

The impostor's wand was still pointed directly at Haiden's heart. Haiden began to wonder when and if Dumbledore or Madam Pompfrey would come in.

"You were so long in that lake, Haiden, I thought you had drowned. But luckily, Dumbledore took your idiocy for nobility, and marked you high for it. I breathed again.

"You had an easier time of it than you should have in that maze tonight, of course." The impostor said. "I was patrolling around it, able to see through the outer hedges, able to curse many obstacles out of your way, though apparently I didn't need to with your brother around. I Stunned Fleur Delacour as she passed. I put the Imperius Curse on Krum, so that he would finish Diggory and leave the path to the cup clear." Loud noised from the main room caught Haiden's attention, something big was happening out there. Had some of the crowd made it into the Hospital Wing? Or had the rescue team made it back with Harry?

"The Dark Lord didn't managed to kill you, Haiden, and he so wanted to, to help break your brother's mind." The impostor whispered. "Imagine how the Dark Lord will reward me when he finds I have done it for him, and how (if he escaped) Harry's mind at the sight of your dead body. I'll give you and your broken brother to him. I will be honored beyond all other Death Eaters. I will be his dearest, his closest supporter . . . closer than a son. . . ."

The impostor's normal eye was bulging, the magic eye fixed upon Haiden. The door was barred, and Haiden knew he would never reach his own wand in time.

"The Dark Lord and I," the impostor said, he looked completely insane now, towering over Haiden, leering down at him, "have much in common. Both of us, for instance, had very disappointing fathers . . . very disappointing indeed. Both of us suffered the indignity, Haiden, of being named after those fathers." Haiden understood who he was talking to now. "And both of us had the pleasure . . . the very great pleasure . . . of killing our fathers to ensure the continued rise of the Dark Order!"

"You're mad, Bartimus!" Haiden cried out - he couldn't stop himself - "You're mad!"

"Mad, am I?" Bartimus Jr. said, his voice rising uncontrollably. "We'll see! We'll see who's mad, now that the Dark Lord has returned, with me at his side! And soon he'll have in his control the most powerful weapon of all! He's back, Haiden Potter, you did not conquer him - and now - I conquer you!" Bartimus Jr. raised his wand, he opened his mouth; Haiden plunged his own hand into his robes -

"Stupefy!" There was a blinding flash of red light, and with a great splintering and crashing, the door of Haiden's private room was blasted apart.

Bartimus Jr was thrown backwards onto the private room's floor. Haiden's head whipped around to find a terrifying sight, one he had wished to never see again. Harry stood in the doorway covered form head to toe in blood, his normally bright and cheerful eyes were dark and murderous. A dark, and dangerous black aura surrounding him as his hair floated around him. He looked like the murderer that Ron always claimed him to be. He made to step into the room, but then his eyes fogged up and he fell backwards into Severus's arms.

Dumbledore stepped around Severus and Harry, and at that moment, Haiden fully understood for the first time why people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort had ever feared. The look upon Dumbledore's face as he stared down at the unconscious form of Bartimus Crouch Jr in Mad-Eye Moody's skin was more terrible than Haiden could have ever imagined. There was no benign smile upon Dumbledore's face, no twinkle in the eyes behind the spectacles. There was cold furry in every line of the ancient face; a sense of power radiated from Dumbledore as though he were giving off burning heat.

He stepped into the office, placed a foot underneath Moody's unconscious body, and kicked him over onto his back, so that his face was visible. Severus, who had placed Harry's body down somewhere, followed him. Professor McGonagall rushed in and went straight to Haiden.

"Come along, Potter." She whispered. The thin line of her mouth was twitching as though she was about to cry. "Come along . . . Madam Promfrey will see you now . . ."

"Harry. I need to see Harry! Need to know he is okay."

"You'll see him as Madam Promfrey check both of you out." McGonagall told him softly.

"No." Dumbledore said sharply.

"Dumbledore, he ought to - look at him - he's been through enough tonight -"

"He will stay, Minerva, because he needs to understand." Dumbledore said curtly. "Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery. He needs to know who has put both him and his brother through the ordeal he has suffered tonight, and why."

"Bartimus Crouch Jr." Haiden said, looking at the man on the ground. "To revive his master and try to break Harry's mind so that Voldemort can control him." Haiden looked at Dumbledore sharply. "Something Harry's been trying to tell you since the beginning of the year. But you never believed him, sent him down a path of putting himself in danger to bring you the proof you needed."

"I apologize, and I shall repeat my apology to your brother when he awakes from his mind." Dumbledore bent down over Bartimus Jr's limp form and put a hand inside his robes. He pulled out the hip flask Bartimus Jr always drunk out of and a set of keys on a ring. Then he turned to Severus and Professor McGonagall.

"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. Minevera, kindly go down to Hagrid's house, where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here." As Dumbledore was giving his instructions, Haiden saw Remus walk in with a freshly cleaned of blood Harry in his arms and sat down with him on the bed next to Haiden. "Remus, I need you to go get the trunk from Moody's office and bring it here." If any of them found these instructions peculiar, they hid their confusion. Severus and McGonagall turned at once and left the room as Remus stood back up and carefully laid Harry down on the bed with his head on Haiden's lap, before he, too, left.

Haiden's eyes roamed over Harry's face, searching for any signs of distress or wounds. When he found none, his eyes began to check Harry's body. His clothes had been changed from the ones he had been wearing during the last task, and a bandage had been wrapped his left arm. Haiden lightly ran his finger along the bandage, this cut should have been on his arm, not Harry's. Haiden began to run his finger's through Harry's long hair, happy that his brother was alive and safe.

The door opened and Remus carried the trunk in, setting it at Dumbledore's feet before sitting next to Haiden. Dumbledore fitted the first key in the lock, and opened it. It contained a mass of spell books. Dumbledore closed the trunk, placed a second key in the second lock, and open the trunk again. The spell books had vanished; this time it contained an assortment of broken Sneakoscopes, some parchment and quills, and what looked like a silvery Invisibility Cloak. Haiden watched, astounded, as Dumbledore placed the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth keys in their respective locks, reopening the trunk, and each time revealing different contents. Then he placed the seventh key in the lock, threw open the lid, and Haiden let out a cry of amazement.

He was looking down into a kind of pit, and underground room, and lying on the floor some ten feet below, apparently fast asleep, thin and started in appearance, was the real Mad-Eye Moody. His wooden leg was gone, the socket that should have held the magical eyes looked empty beneath its lid, and chunks of his grizzled hair were missing. Haiden stared, slightly annoyed and angry, there had been the proof Harry needed to convince Dumbledore, it was hiding in plain sight all along.

Dumbledore climbed into the trunk, lowered himself, and fell lightly onto the floor beside the sleeping Moody. He bent over him. "Stunned - controlled but the Imperius Curse - very weak." He said. "Of course, he would have needed to keep him alive. Haiden, throw down the impostor's cloak - he's freezing. Madam Promfrey will need to see him, but he seems in no immediate danger." Haiden carefully slip out from under Harry and did as he was told; Dumbledore covered Moody in the cloak, tucked it around him, and clambered out of the trunk again. Then he picked up the hip flask that he had sat on the ground, and turned it over. A thick glutinous liquid splattered onto the floor.

"Polyjuice Potion." Dumbledore said before closing his eyes, Haiden could tell he was regretting his decision to dismiss Harry's claims now. Something dark whispered in his mind.

"He told you so." Haiden told him, not able to stop himself.

"And I should have listened. 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 impostor 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 impostor-"

"Bartimus Crouch Jr." Haiden told him once more.

"Bartimus Jr," Dumbledore said, "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 . . ."

"His hour is almost up." Haiden said, shocking him. It almost sounded as if he had said that in Harry's voice, as if Harry had used him to speak. Remus placed a hand on his shoulder, reminding him that he was also there.

Dumbledore nodded magically conjuring a chair and sat down upon it, his eyes fixed upon the unconscious 'Moody' on the floor. Haiden and Remus started at him too. Minutes passed in silence. . . .

Then, before Haiden's very eyes, the face of the man on the floor began to change. The scars were disappearing, the skin was becoming smooth; the mangled nose became whole and started to shrink. The long mange of grizzled gray hair was withdrawing into the scalp and turning the color of damp straw. Suddenly, with a loud clunk, the wooden leg fell away as a normal leg regrew in its place; next moment, the magical eyeball had popped out of the man's face as a real eyes replaced it; it rolled away across the floor and continued to swivel in every direction.

Haiden saw a man lying before him, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, with a mop of fair hair. He had seen him in Dumbledore's Pensieve, had watched him being led away from court by the Dementors, trying to convince Mr. Crouch that he was innocent . . . but he was lined around the eyes now and looked much older . . . He was Bartimus Crouch Jr.

There were hurried footsteps outside in the main wing. Severus had returned with Winky at his heels. Professor McGonagall, Hermione, and Draco were right behind them.

"He was right." Severus said, stopping dead in the doorway.

"Good heavens!" Professor McGonagall said, stopping dead and staring down at the man on the floor.

"He told you so! Harry tried to warn you!" Draco growled out.

"Haiden!" Hermione cried, flying around everyone and jumping over Bartimus Jr's body, to launch herself at Haiden, nearly knocking him off the bed.

Filthy and disheveled, Winky peered around Severus'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." Dumbledore told her. "Step aside, please. Severus, you have the potion?" Severus handed Dumbledore a small glass bottle of completely clear liquid: the Veritaserum. Severus moved to the bed and sat next to Harry, as Dumbledore got up, bent over the man on the floor, and pulled him into a sitting position against the wall. Winky remained on her knees, trembling, her hands over her face. Dumbledore forced the man's mouth open and poured three drops inside it. Then he pointed his wand at the man's chest and said, "Rennervate."

Bartimus Jr's eyes opened. His face was slack, his gaze unfocused. Dumbledore knelt before him, so that their faces were level. "Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked quietly. The man's eyes flickered.

"Yes." He muttered.

"I would like you to tell us," Dumbledore said softly, "how you came here-"

"I can't, it would ruin everything, then all the pain and torment would have been for nothing." A dark and dangerous voice said, coming from Harry. "Hush, he is not speaking to us. You must rest, regain your strength, you will need it." A lighter, almost heavenly, voice said, again coming from Harry. Everyone looked at him before slowly turning to look back at Dumbledore and Bartimus Jr.

"How did you come to be here? How did you escape from Azkaban, Bartimus Crouch Jr." Crouch took a deep, shuddering breath, then began to speak in a flat, emotionless voice.

"My mother saved me. She knew she was dying. She persuaded my father to rescue me as a last favor to her. He loved her as he had never loved me. He agreed. They came to visit me. They gave me a draft of Polyjuice Potion containing my mother's hairs. She took a draft of Polyjuice Potion containing one of my hairs. We took on each other's appearance." Winky was shaking her head, trembling.

"Say no more, Master Barty, say no more, you is getting your father into trouble!" But Crouch took another deep breath and continued in the same flat voice.

"The Dementors are blind. They sensed one healthy, one dying person entering Azkaban. They sensed one healthy, one dying person leaving it. My father smuggled me out, disguised as my mother, in case any prisoners were watching through their doors.

"My mother died a short while afterward in Azkaban. She was careful to drink Polyjuice Potion until the end. She was buried under my name and bearing my appearance. Everyone believed her to be me." His eyelids flickered.

"And what did your father do with you, when he had got you home?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Staged my mother's death. A quiet, private funeral. That grave is empty. The house-elf nursed me back to health. Then I had to be concealed. I had to be controlled. My father had to use a number of spells to subdue me. When I had recovered my strength, I thought only of finding my master . . . of returning to his service."

"How did your father subdue you?" Dumbledore asked. Harry's body laughed insanely at that.

"The Imperius Curse," Crouch said, Harry's laughter grew more insane before it was suddenly cut off. "I was under my father's control. I was forced to wear an Invisibility Cloak day and night. I was always with the house-elf. She was my keeper and caretaker. She pitied me. She persuaded my father to give me occasional treats. Rewards for my good behavior."

"Master Barty, Master Barty." Winky sobbed through her hands. "You isn't ought to tell them, we is getting in trouble. . . ."

"Did anybody ever discover that you were still alive?" Dumbledore asked softly. "Did anyone know expect your father and the house-elf?"

"Yes." Crouch said, his eyelids flickering again. "A witch in my father's office. Bertha Jorkins. She came to the house with papers for my father's signature. He was not home. Winky showed her inside and returned to the kitchen, to me. But Bertha Jorkins heard Winky talking to me. She came to investigate. She heard enough to guess who was hiding under the Invisibility Cloak. My father arrived home. She confronted him. He put a very powerful Memory Charm on her to make her forget what she'd found out. Too powerful. He said it damaged her memory permanently."

"Why is she coming to nose into my master's private business?" Winky sobbed. "Why isn't she leaving us be?"

"Tell me about the Quidditch World Cup." Dumbledore said.

"Winky talked my father into it." Crouch said, still in the same monotonous voice. "She spent months persuading him. I had not left the house for years. I had loved Quidditch. Let him go, she said. He will be in his Invisibility Cloak. He can watch. Let him smell fresh air for once. She said my mother would have wanted it. She told my father that my mother had died to give me freedom. She had not saved me for a life of imprisonment. He agreed in the end

"It was carefully planned. My father led me and Winky up to the Top Box early in the day. Winky was to say that she was saving a seat for my father. I was to sit there, invisible. When everyone had left the box, we would emerge. Winky would appear to be alone. Nobody would ever know.

"But Winky didn't know know, no one knew, that a man in a black cloak visited me. He was invisible to everyone but me. He sat next to me through out the whole game. Watching me. He told me I had a mission to do. He made me stronger. Helped me fight my father's Imperius Curse. He told me my Master was still alive and waiting. Waiting for me to find him. He gave me a wand. I had not been allowed a wand since before Azkaban."

"Master Barty, you bad boy!" Winky whispered, tears trickling between her fingers.

"Who was this man?" Dumbledore asked, Harry laughed in a knowing way, before that, too, was cut off.

"I don't know. I never saw his face. He kept it hidden. He never spoke his name. He only allowed me to see his eyes. His Green eyes. I will forever remember those bright Emerald Green eyes." Crouch said.

"So, he gave you a wand. What did you do with it?" Dumbledore asked.

"We went back to the tent." Crouch said. "Then we heard them. We heard the Death Eaters. The ones who had never been to Azkaban. The ones who had never suffered for my master. They had turned their backs on him. They were not enslaved, as I was. They were free to seek him, but they did not. They were merely making sport of Muggles. The sound of their voices awoke me. My mind was clearer than it had been in years. I was angry. I had the wand. I wanted to attack them for their disloyalty to my master. My father had left the tent; he had gone to free the Muggles. Winky was afraid to see me so angry. She used her own brand of magic to bind me to her. She pulled me from the tent, pulled me into the forest, away from the Death Eaters. I tried to hold her back. I wanted to return to the campsite. I wanted to show those Death Eaters what loyalty to the Dark Lord meant, and to punish them for their lack of it. I used the wand to cast the Dark Mark into the sky. Then I saw those eyes once more. I wanted to thank the man for helping me. I began heading towards those eyes. But they were different. They were the same, but not. Then we were not alone. I ran. I would not be caught again.

"Ministry wizards arrived. They shot Stunning Spell everywhere. One of the spells came through the tress where Winky and I stood. The bond connecting us was broken. We were both Stunned.

"When Winky was discovered, my father knew I must be nearby. He searched the bushes where she had been found and felt me lying there. He waited until the other Ministry members had left the forest. He put me back under the Imperius Curse and took me home. He dismissed Winky. She had failed him. She had left me acquire a wand. She had almost let me escape." Winky let out a wail of despair. "Now it was just Father and I, alone in the house. And then . . . and then . . ." Crouch's head rolled on his neck, and an insane grin spread across his face. "The man came to me.

"He brought my Master in the arms of his servant Wormtail. Wormtail's eyes were unfocused. The man had put him and my Master under a spell. They do not remember him bringing them. But I do. He allowed me to remember. Said I would spread the word of him to the people who most needed to know. And then he was gone.

"My Master told me that he was the one to find out that I was still alive. That he had captured Bertha Jorkins in Albania. That he had tortured her. Told me that she had told him a great deal. She told him about the Triwizard Tournament. She told him the old Auror, Moody, was going to teach at Hogwarts. He tortured her until he broke the Memory Charm my father had placed upon her. She told him I had escaped from Azkaban. She told him my father kept me imprisoned to prevent me from seeking my master. And so my master knew that I was still his faithful servant - perhaps the most faithful of all. My master conceived a plan, based upon the information Bertha had given him. He needed me. He arrived at our house near midnight. My father answered the door."

The smile spread wider over Crouch's face, as though recalling the sweetest memory of his life. Winky's petrified brown eyes were visible through her fingers. She seemed too appalled to speak.

"It was very quick. My father was placed under the Imperius Curse my master. Now my father was the one imprisoned, controlled. My master forced him to go about his business as usual, to act as though nothing was wrong. And I was released. I awoke. I was myself again, alive as I haven't been in years. I saw the man. He made sure I saw him. He told me what he needed to tell me. And then he faded out of existence. Like a Shadow."

"And what did the man tell you?" Dumbledore asked.

"To speak the truth. To give as much detail of him to whoever asked of him. To lay the foundation he needed to come back to the people he loved and cared about. To his family. To remind her that Love and Hate have but a thin line between then. That the Head my easily be manipulated, but the Heart stands strong. That she only need to awaken both Love and Hate. That she, and only she, would understand." Crouch said.

"And what did Lord Voldemort ask you to do?" Dumbledore asked.

"He asked me whether I was ready to risk everything for him. I was ready. It was my dream, my greatest ambition, to serve him, to prove myself to him. He told me he needed to place a faithful servant at Hogwarts. A servant who would guide both Harry Potter and Haiden Potter through the Triwizard Tournament without appearing to do so. A servant who would watch over Harry Potter and Haiden Potter. Ensure that they reached the Triwizard Cup. Turn the cup into a Portkey, which would take the first person to touch it to my master. But first -"

"Moody! Moody! Moody!" Harry cried out joyously. "Shh. It's getting to the good part." He hushed himself.

"You needed Alastor Moody." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes were blazing, though his voice remained calm.

"Wormtail and I did it. We had prepared the Polyjuice Potion beforehand. We journeyed to his house. Moody put up a struggle. There was a commotion. We managed to subdue him just in time. Forced him into a compartment of his own magical trunk. Took some of his hair and added it to the potion. I drank it; I became Moody's double. I took his leg and his eye. I was ready to face Arthur Weasley when he arrived to sort out the Muggles who had heard a disturbance, I made the dustbins move around the yard. I told Arthur Weasley I had heard intruders in my yard, who had set off the dustbins. Then I pack up Moody's clothes and Dark detectors, put them in the trunk with Moody, and set off for Hogwarts. I kept him alive, under the Imperius Curse. I wanted to be able to question him. To find out about his past, learn his habits, so that I could fool even Dumbledore. I also needed his hair to make the Polyjuice Potion. The other ingredients were easy. I stole Boomslang skin from the dungeons.

"But I was never able to fool Harry Potter. He warned the Potions Master. The Potions Master started keeping better watch of his ingredients. But I was able to get past his watch. Harry Potter is stronger than my master thought. Harry Potter was able to see through the Polyjuice Potion. He drew my picture. I had to steal the picture. I kept a close watch on Harry Potter after that. My master would want his strength. But he may be too strong to control. His mind must be broken. Harry Potter must become a puppet. Harry Potter's eyes remind me of the man's eyes. They are the same, yet not." Haiden's grip on Hermione's hand tightened.

"And what became of Wormtail after you attacked Moody?" Dumbledore asked.

"Wormtail returned to care for my master, in my father's house, and to keep watch over my father."

"But your father escaped." Dumbledore said.

"Yes. After a while he began to fight the Imperius Curse, the man may have helped him just as he had helped me. My master decided it was no longer safe for my father to leave the house. He forced him to send letters to the Ministry instead. He made him write and say he was ill. But Wormtail neglected his duty. He was not watchful enough. My father escaped. My master guessed that he was heading for Hogwarts. My father was going to tell Dumbledore everything, to confess. He was going to admit that he had smuggled me from Azkaban.

"My master sent me word of my father's escape. He told me to stop him at all costs. So I watched and watched. I used the map I had stolen from Harry Potter. The mat that had almost ruined everything."

"Map?" Dumbledore asked quickly. "What map is this?"

"Harry Potter's map of Hogwarts. Harry Potter saw me on it. Showed his brother, the Young Malfoy, and the Potions Master stealing more ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion from Snape's office one night. He told them who I was. I stole it from him rooms the next night. He had left his trunk open. The map was sitting there." That confused Haiden who shared a look with Hermione, she seemed to be thinking the same thing: Harry never left his trunk open, he always triple check that it was closed and locked, and he never just left the map sitting at the top of his trunk, he always hid it in the false bottom.

"For a week I waited for my father to arrive at Hogwarts. At last, one evening, the map showed my father entering the grounds. I pulled on my Invisibility Cloak and went to meet him. He was walking around the edge of the forest. Then Harry Potter and Haiden Potter came, Krum too. I waited. I could not hurt either of the Potters; my master needed them. Potter ran to get Dumbledore. Harry Potter dropped his wand. I Stunned Krum. I killed my father."

"Noooo!" Winky wailed as Hermione gasped. Had he used the wand Harry dropped? Or his own? He had used Harry's wand once before, why wouldn't he do it again?

"I think someone may try to frame Harry."

Everything was starting to piece itself together.

"You killed your father?" Dumbledore asked, in the same soft voice. "What did you do with the body?"

"Carried it into the forest. Covered it with the Invisibility Cloak. I had the map with me. I watched Harry Potter and Haiden Potter run into the castle. They met Snape. Dumbledore joined them. I watched Haiden Potter bringing Dumbledore out of the castle. Snape took Harry to the Young Malfoy. The three then vanished from the map. I walked back out of the forest, doubled around behind them, went to meet them. I told Dumbledore Snape had told me where to come. Haiden Potter didn't seem to believe me. He was starting to believe Harry Potter. Together they were dangerous. We have to break them apart. My master is no match for them when they are together. Harry Potter becomes stronger when he is protecting his brother."

"A Shield becomes stronger than the Sword when it is protecting something precious." Harry sang. "Enough of you!" He hissed to himself.

"Dumbledore told me to go and look for my father. I went back to my father's body. Watched the map. When everyone was gone, I Transfigured my father's body. He became a bone . . . I buried it, while wearing the Invisibility Cloak, in the freshly dug earth in front of Hagrid's cabin." There was complete silence now, except for Winky's continued sobs, and a strange ticking noise coming from Harry.

"And tonight . . ." Dumbledore asked.

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

The insane smile lit his features once more, and his head dropped onto his shoulder as Winky wailed and sobbed at his side.

"Times up. Say good bye." Harry whispered seconds before the door burst open. Four Auror's walked into the room, all of them had their wands drawn.

"What is the meaning of this?" Dumbledore asked standing up.

"Harry Potter, you are under arrest." One Auror said.

"What!" Everyone cried out in shock.

"What is going on here? Who sent for you?" Dumbledore demanded.

"We had an anonymous tip as to where to find the Transfigured body of Bartimus Crouch and the wand that killed him." He Auror in charge stated motioning for two of the other Auror's to make their way over to Harry. That wand belongs to one Harold James Potter, age 14. Known Parselmouth. Suspect in Dark Mark incident at the Quidditch World Cup" Severus stood in their way and refused to move before Dumbledore shared a look with him. He growled under his breath before stepping aside. "Suspected of controlling fellow Students. Suspected of attacking fellow students. Suspected of using Love Potions of fellow students and fellow competitors. Suspected of using Dark Arts. He has been under our watch since his second year of schooling." The Auror in charge said as the Auror's raised their wands over Harry and ropes flew out of them, ropes that twisted themselves around Harry, binding him tightly. Harry's eyes were closed as if he were sleeping.

"That's a lie! Harry would, has never, done those thing!" Hermione cried out, she went to make her way over to the Auror's next to Harry, but Remus stopped her.

"You are Hermione Jean Granger, are you not?" The lead Auror asked.

"Yes. What's it to you?" Hermione snapped, her eyes alight with what looked like fire, her hands balled into fist so tight that her knuckles were white, the tips of her hair was starting to float, there seemed to be a light glow about her and soft heat coming off her almost like a candle.

"You are to come with us to be tested." The lead Auror told her, and it was like someone had dumped water on a candle. The fire in her eyes was gone, the tips of her hair dropped, the light glow vanished as did the heat.

"What?" Hermione asked in shock.

"You are one of the students Harry Potter is accused of putting a spell over." Hermione's head began to shake, and suddenly Draco was in between her and the Auror.

"Just wait until my father hears about this!" He growled dangerously at the Auror who seemed unphased.

"You are Draco Lucius Malfoy, yes?"

"That is I." Draco told him.

"You are to come with us as well. You must be tested for a Love Potion, along with one Viktor Krum." The lead Auror informed him.

"What? I am Harry's Soul Mate!" Draco told him, by this point Harry had been carried out of the room.

"And I believe that you believe that to be true. That is what the Love Potion does to you." The lead Auror told him kindly. What was happening?! His brother was under arrest? Draco might not actually be Harry's real soul mate? Harry was doping everyone and putting them all under a spell to make them believe they were his friends and that he was innocent? No. No! That wasn't true! His brother would never stoop to something so low!

Haiden's head was swarming. He closed his eyes, covered his ears, and fell to his knees. This couldn't be happening! Why did stuff like this always keep happening to his baby brother! He was innocent! But how could he prove it? How could he protect his brother like his brother always protected him?

"He gave me a wand. I had not been allowed a wand since before Azkaban."

"I used the wand to cast the Dark Mark into the sky."

"Harry Potter dropped his wand."

"I killed my Father."

"I Transfigured my body. He became a bone . . . I buried it-"

"That wand belonged to one Harold James Potter-"

"Wait. You said you found Harry's wand." Haiden said, everyone looked at him. "Bartimus Crouch Jr just confessed to using Harry's wand to kill his father." He said pointing to the man behind him.

"He could have been lying, spelled to lie by Harry Potter." The other Auror said, speaking for the first time.

"He could not lie. He was being questioned under Veritaserum." Dumbledore said.

"Harry could have used the wand to kill Bartimus Crouch, then spelled his son to believe he was the one he did it instead. That way, to Bartimus Jr it would not have been a lie." The second Auror said.

"That is not how Veritaserum works. You should have learned this while training to be an Auror. No spell can trick Veritaserum, if it is not the truth you cannot tell it." Remus told him. The second Auror went to reply, but was stopped by the lead Auror who held up his hand.

"This issue will be looked into. Until then, Harold James Potter will be in our custody. A court date will be arranged." The lead Auror said before motioning to Bartimus Crouch Jr's body, the second Auror nodded before walking over to him and binding him with ropes as well. "We will be taking Bartimus Crouch Jr back into custody, we thank you for catching him. Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy, if you would please come with me." Hermione and Draco looked to Severus who angrily sighed before nodding to them. Draco and Haiden shared a look before Draco took Hermione's hand and lead her out of the room, following the second Auror and the floating body of Bartimus Crouch Jr. Haiden stood up and, not realizing what he was doing, went to follow after them. "I'm sorry son, but you will have to stay here." The lead Auror said before nodding goodbye to everyone and took his leave. The door closing behind him made a loud and final sounding thud.

Haiden and Harry Potter had been separated from each other.