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Barty Crouch Jr, a loyal death eater, smiled evilly as he heard the champion from Beauxbatons screams from inside the maze. Her pain was evident from the tone in which she yelled and how her voice resonated throughout the grounds. His smile spread even wider as he thought of why she could be screaming. Crouch imagined the worst possible scenarios happening to her inside the maze and felt an sense of extreme joy. Crouch Jr had personally placed several 'obstacles' in the maze in spots that all the champions except for Potter would have to navigate through.

Potter had the easiest path through the maze, his lord wanted him basically unharmed when they met. Crouch Jr. had no idea why, but it wasn't his position to question direct orders. If his lord wanted it done he would do it and he would do it proudly. Crouch had gathered the least dangerous creatures Hagrid had placed in the maze and placed them on the route he assumed Harry would take. He glanced down at the flask of polyjuice potion he had been required to carry on his persons at all times and sighed. Since he began impersonating the retired auror Alastor Moody as a professor it was quite tiresome always drinking the potion. The liquid tasted awful and smelled disgusting, any less of a man would have refused to constantly drink the liquid but Crouch knew he would be rewarded handsomely for his loyal service when his lord got back into power.

Barty Crouch Jr. felt a pull on his flask and grinned. His flask doubled as an emergency portkey. He had set the Triwizard Cup up as a portkey earlier just as his master ordered. The part he was the most proud of was the fact that he had made the portkey advanced. It wasn't a regular portkey, this particular one recognized magical signatures. This meant if someone other than Potter grabbed the portkey nothing would happen. He gripped his flask tightly and chuckled slightly as he imagined the rewards that would be bestowed upon him after his master regained power, "Mission Success." As he spoke the words to activate the portkey he felt his body being lifted and only saw darkness.

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The familiar and uncomfortable sensation of portkey traveling passed through Harry's body with unimaginable speed. He literally felt his body being yanked from one location to another, the awkward feeling still wasn't something he was comfortable with despite how many times he had portkeyed. Though Harry found that it wasn't as bad as it once was – and he still preferred the feeling to the roller coaster that was apparition. His discomfort was only temporary though.

He felt his body hitting the hard ground and winced slightly at the impact, it was a hard surface, which he idly noticed as he immediately hopped up and grabbed his wand. His training with Percy required him to be alert and at the ready any and everywhere. Percy had stressed attentiveness so much that Harry feared he was now more paranoid than prepared in most situations. His eyes whirled around left and right, fingers twitching, he could feel his magic swirling as he prepared for whatever was ahead. His magic was almost comforting him it seemed as it danced across his skin. Since his training with Percy began, Harry could feel power coursing through his veins like it never had before. His newfound power gave him confidence he previously lacked. It was as if his powers had been awakened somehow.

Harry immediately scanned his location. He had landed in what appeared to be some sort of ancient graveyard, it was the darkest and gloomiest cemetery Harry had ever seen – though it wasn't like he had been to many. His aunt and uncle had once reluctantly brought him to attend a funeral for some deceased cousin of his, but they had made him stand at the very back during the burial, and tried their best to deflect all questions pertaining to him throughout the ordeal. This was actually the first he had really been standing in. The cemetery was several acres large, the site consisted of a large variety of tombstones. Some were rather large and extravagant, while others were plain and simple looking. The grounds looked as if they needed a keeper. Grass was sparse, and the turf was muddy. Harry kept examining his surroundings while making sure he was alert, but no danger appeared imminent. He appeared to be alone.

Alone?

Where were Percy and Fleur? They had all grabbed the cup together, he was sure of it. He felt his panic bubbling up to the surface. Where were they?! He glanced around frantically in search of either one. Harry felt his magic, sensing his distress, start getting wound up as well. He could tell that it was ready to hurt whoever was causing him distress. Harry took a deep breath, he wasn't sure if whoever had made the portkey knew he had arrived and if he had the element of surprise he certainly didn't want to lose it because he lost control of his magic. This wasn't the first time he had been alone when facing Voldemort.

Back in his first year he had help from Ron and Hermione up until the obstacles had them preoccupied and would only allow him to pass. Since they were short on time he'd decided go ahead and he was alone with Voldemort and Quirell at only 11 years old. In his second year he had Ron with him up until the Chamber of Secrets had caved in and blocked them away from one another and he had to face Riddle and the basilisk alone, though Fawkes and the sorting hat played a large role in that victory as well.

"Silencio." He whispered. Harry silently congratulated himself, experience always triumphed anything. Harry knew that he had been in these situations numerous times and he wouldn't forget all that Percy taught him. His training had enhanced his sense of self-preservation far more than anything else ever had. No matter how much Percy taught him, it still seemed experience was the best practice for circumstances like the one he found himself currently in. Percy hadn't known about magic for very long, but he showed a mental prowess in combat and tactics that Harry wished he had.

They both had been in dangerous situations their entire lives, but Percy was trained better simply because the people that trained him seemed to care while Harry had to deal with people like Snape on a regular basis. Regardless, the spell was a great idea Harry admitted. The spell had two purposes. You could cast it at a person who was speaking and it would immediately silence them for a certain amount of time. Time varied depending on the amount of magic put into the spell, and how powerful the caster was. The second purpose was that a witch or wizard could cast the spell on his or herself to silence all their actions. Meaning footsteps, breathing, and any other sounds they would make for however long the spell lasts. The spell was great for a situation like this. It would cease any attempts at eavesdropping, as well as hopefully stopping whoever created the portkey from being aware of their arrival.

"Where am I?" He whispered to himself, even though he couldn't really be overheard because of the spell whispering was smart, it would come in handy in case he hadn't cast the spell properly and he ended up being heard. Harry knew that people often investigated loud noises, himself being one of those people. He glanced around again and shrugged to himself. Wherever he was, he had never been here before.

"Avada Kedavra!" A voice roared from behind him and he froze in fear as the curse soared right at him. "Accio Harry!" He heard a voice yell out and thanked everyone he could think of as he felt himself fly out of harm's way and towards his friends Percy and Fleur. He hit the ground as an emerald green curse went sailing over their heads and deep into the graveyard. Harry felt the heat of the killing curse as it barely flew over his head and missed him. Apparently the person who charmed the cup indeed knew of his arrival.

"Sorry we're late," Harry heard Percy say. "Apparently whoever created the portkey made sure you were the only person capable of being transported by it. We had to follow your magical signature."

"At least you're here now-"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry rolled to the left with his wand was already extended outward and pointing towards the area where the curse came from. As he got up with his wand drawn he saw a confusing sight. A pale, short, and sickly thin man with a short helmet hair cut smirking as he walked towards him, the strange man's wand was pointing at him and his eyes were deadly. His eyes had a crazed look to them as he made his way over.

Harry recognized him from a picture Hagrid had given him, but he couldn't be here now. He was supposed to be dead. Sirius Black had killed him over a decade ago. That was why he was in Azkaban, right? This didn't make any sense. He remembered the stories. The night his parents had died, his father's best friend and secret keeper Sirius Black had killed Peter Pettigrew and thirteen muggles. His mind was racing with questions, so he decided to ask them.

"Peter Pettigrew?" Harry found himself asking, incidentally breaking the silence, but not easing the tension at all. This couldn't be right. His eyes had to be deceiving him, this man had died over a decade ago. Sirius Black earned a lifetime sentence in Azkaban for this very same man's murder among many. Fleur looked just as confused, apparently she had heard about this man's death in France.

"In the flesh." The man said in return – the smirk never leaving his smug face. His moment had finally come, it was time to prove himself to his master, once and for all. He would never be considered a coward again. He had followed his masters' orders exactly as he planned and he would be rewarded for his loyalty, his master always rewarded loyalty above all else.

"Pettigrew? I don't understand. You're supposed to be dead. Sirius Black killed you 14 years ago, it was all in the news." Harry replied, his voice was confident as he stared at the man, though anyone who really knew him could tell he was slightly nervous. This man wasn't supposed to be here, from all the stories he had heard, and books he had read he was killed years ago. The ministry has imprisoned Sirius Black for killing this man along with several muggles. Percy and he had done their research on the case after finding out some interesting things after their trip to Gringotts.

Despite how much the Ministry of Magic tried to make themselves seem as just and organized as possible, Harry had never really viewed them as more than a necessity. The wizarding world needed someone to pass laws and to enforce laws, however the way most of the big name officials got into office rubbed him the wrong way and he didn't see corrupt officials in a very positive light. If the Ministry of Magic had wrongfully imprisoned Sirius Black than he would be pissed, simply because Azkaban was a place meant for murderers and people who deserve to rot in jail for their actions, not innocent people.

Sirius Black's crimes were widely broadcast according to Hagrid who had nervously told him about the man after Harry had asked him about the picture. His crimes were considered news that could affect all of the magical world and news of his crimes and capture had been widespread across the globe. Newspapers were selling out in record time for weeks with his horrific crimes being detailed throughout all the newspapers in magical society.

"Did he now? That's news to me. You see I've been just as alive the last fourteen years as you've been, bidding my time as I served my master in any and every way that was necessary to help ensure his return. Bidding my time, waiting for the right moment to strike. To resurrect my master and to shake the foundation of the Wizarding World like no other has!"

Percy stared long and hard at the man before sharing his opinion, "You're crazy. All this time alone, running and hiding. You've lost your mind."
"Shut your mouth boy!" Pettigrew spat, as his eyes narrowed. "The portkey was to get you here, I'm only telling you all this because you're going to die anyway. I am a merciful human being though, I'll kill you and then your friend Jackson. I might let the veela live though, I'm sure we could have some fun together. "

Harry finally realized something and he felt his blood boiling. In his third year he had heard of how Sirius Black betrayed his parents, and he had also heard of how Sirius Black had killed thirteen innocent muggles in the process. If this man was who he claimed to be then he was the man who had betrayed his parents, he was the reason they were dead, he was the reason he grew up with the Dursley's – he was the reason he grew up without love. His comments about Fleur didn't gain the man any points in Harry's favor either.

Harry looked Pettigrew straight in the eye, this was the man that had made his life a living hell for years. He would make him pay. Harry's eyes had narrowed and his hand was clinching his wand tightly, ready for action at a moment's notice. "You disgust me. You let an innocent man sit tortured in a cell for fourteen years by dementors so you could play lapdog to some snake faced bastard with daddy issues. You'll pay for betraying my parents, I'll make sure of it!"

"Watch your mouth!" Pettigrew eyes gleamed dangerously the smirk vanished from his face in an instant. "Don't speak on things that you know nothing about, my master is more powerful than you could every dream of. Angering him will only make your situation worse."

"Angering him?" Harry looked around. "Is he here? I don't see him. To me he's as much a coward now as he was more than a decade ago when he attacked me. A coward who hides behind his blind followers and fights only when necessary because he has no other options."

"Shut up! You don't know what you're tal-"

"Relashio," Harry heard the curse from behind and tried to duck – but it was too late – he felt the excruciating pain as his left arm was slashed open, blood squirted everywhere in each and every direction. His arm felt numb as the blood loss started to get to him.

He turned his head as he used his right arm to hold onto his left to slow the blood flow. He came face-to-face with his Defense against the Dark Arts teacher Alastor Moody. His blue eyed swiveled wildly as he analyzed the situation. In his hand was a beaker with some of the blood that had squirted in his direction.

Moody spoke to his fellow deatheater, "Wow Pettigrew, can't even get a drop of blood from a distracted teenager, it's a good thing our lord knew what an incompetent waste of space you are or we might not have gotten the boys blood," he said as he stared at the man.

The chubby man paled at the implications and started to rebuttal when Moody raised his hand indicating silence. "I don't want excuses, and our lord doesn't want excuses, just results."

"You're the traitor?" Harry found himself asking. Everything he thought he knew was unfolding right in front of him, it was all a lie. He couldn't believe how badly he had misjudged the man standing in front of him. From what he knew Moody detested death eaters and everything they stood for, he even despised the dark arts. The man had spent several decades placing death eaters behind bars as an auror. This just wasn't right, something didn't fit. Then again he knew that Hogwarts had a death eater on the staff and the man in front of him was always more than likely going to be his choice because of the conversation Fleur had heard coming from the Defense against the Dark Arts room.

"Think Potter, think for just a second. Use your instincts son, have you noticed anything about me since I got here? I know you have, you're perceptive, and it's your most impressive quality as much as I abhor saying it. Constant Vigilance!" He smiled for a second before he turned around and walked towards a rather large cauldron that hadn't originally been there. Harry was sure of it.

Percy, Fleur, and Harry all shot off their most powerful banishing hexes at the traitor which he dodged with ease, his eye could apparently see through his head. Harry thought about his words, but Percy beat him to it. He didn't even have the man's class, but he saw him in the Great Hall.

Harry looked on in shock as Moody limped his way around the tombstones, his body was changing. He became much slimmer, almost sickly looking. His face was smoother, no more distinct scars. His hair turned dark black, and his eyes were now a normal pair of eyes. He turned his head to look at the others, they were also still in shock.

"Polyjuice Potion?" He asked slowly, he was dreading the answer. An imposter! An imposter had been teaching a school full of children for a whole year and nobody knew. All the horrific things that could have happened, Harry's mind was racing. What did this mean? Who was this man, this death eater? What was he doing with the cauldron? Why did he need his blood? His head was aching as scenario after scenario appeared in his head in a rapid fashion.

"Crouch! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the school waiting. Our lord is not going to be pleased that you blew your cover so early in his plans. What were y-" Peter Pettigrew never got to finish his sentence, as at that moment he had to duck and roll as a curse flew over his head. He saw Crouch doing the same and realized he had underestimated the school children, apparently they had heard enough.

Harry glanced at his two companions and a brief moment of understanding passed between them, it amazed him how much they knew each other. They hadn't known each other before the school year begun, and while the reasons behind their destiny's intertwining wasn't merely a coincidence, it was still amazing how close they'd become. Harry loved Ron and Hermione dearly, but at that moment he couldn't have been happier with who he was in that graveyard with. Words couldn't explain the emotion he felt as he saw in their eyes the dedication and passion they held for him, towards him. They seemed to understand and all three gave nods towards one another before they fired banishing curses simultaneously.

Peter watched with dread as several banishing curses were flung in his direction from the Potter child and his friends. He cursed aloud as he realized he had gotten distracted arguing with Crouch, and he had to hastily form a shield charm to protect himself from the dangerous spells as they were seconds away from hitting him. The power behind the spell caused Peter and his wand arm to shake slightly as the force was much more than he was expecting and his hastily conjured shield charm would have waivered if Crouch Jr. hadn't chosen then to intervene. "Aegis Deflectivo!" The spell was one Peter had never heard of and he watched in stunned silence as Crouch Jr. fired off a stronger shield than any Peter had ever seen. He felt his eyes widen as the spells hit Crouch's shield and went flying through the air back towards their castors. The shield had deflected the spells! Peter smirked triumphantly as he watched the three teens scatter away as their own spells were sent back at them.

"Relashio!" Peter observed fascinatedly as the slashing curse flew at the three before breaking off and flying at the three individually as if three different people cast the curse. He barely noticed as Potter deflected some rubble in front his curse to take the hit, he didn't particularly care when Jackson smoothly dived forward before tumbling into a sort of front flip and landing several feet away from where his curse would have hit, but he felt immense pleasure when the veela reacted much too slowly and couldn't dodge the curse in time. He watched as blood gushed out of her shoulder and chest in rapid succession, leaking over her clothing and completely covering her upper form. She looked shocked before falling to the ground unconscious from the pain. He looked on in awe as Crouch sent a banishing hex at the Potter boy and caught him off guard. The curse sent him flying into a marble statue, and Peter watched in fascination as his head hit the statue before falling lifelessly onto the ground.

Peter knew that their wounds weren't fatal but he wished that they were. He wished that the veela slut would fall down and never get back up. How he yearned to hear her moan in pain as her insides boiled before exploding inside of her. He wished that Potter would die as well, suffering like Peter had to, hiding for all those years because the brat had done something that was seemingly impossible. The wounds weren't fatal, but he saw the Jackson boy's face shift into a glare so fierce that Peter sort of wished their wounds were fatal. If he was going to die for helping injure the boy's friends he at least wanted to have earned it. He felt the air in the magic shift as the Jackson boy's power grew and suddenly he felt extremely nervous.

Peter glanced over to his fellow death eater and watched as the man placed the vile of Potter's blood into his inner robe pocket, he saw Crouch Jr. smirk at Jackson's expression before letting his own magic loose. The skies darkened, the wind went from a gentle breeze to powerful gusts, trees shook, and the ground cracked slightly at the power residing in the man and Peter felt himself start sweating slightly at the power the man in front of him exuded. He had already ignorantly placed himself on the man's bad side thinking him beneath him in rank. Peter had previously figured he would become the dark lord's right hand man once he helped his master gain a new body, but now he had to wonder.

The dark lord valued loyalty over all but one thing, the one thing that Peter had never had by himself. This particular thing is the reason why he always aligned himself with those who were so much more stronger than he was, the reason he always tried to hang around the brightest and most influential people. The dark lord valued power above everything else and this man's strength was amazing, Peter knew Crouch Jr. well before he was sentenced to Azkaban, they had both been inducted into the dark lords most trusted inner circle after giving up crucial information that proved invaluable to their lord's war effort.

Peter had provided information on the Potters, and Crouch on his father and the ministry. The one thing that Peter knew from having known Crouch for so long was that he was never this strong. Something was different about his magic, his aura. Peter felt fear, true fear for the first time that night as he looked at Crouch Jr. Something was off, he just couldn't place it. Peter felt himself shiver as he saw the man next to him catch his eye and smirk at his fear. But that's not what made Peter shiver. No, He shivered because just for a second it appeared that the man's eyes had changed colors. But that wasn't possible right? He must've imagined it, it wouldn't be the first time he had imagined something. It was probably a trick of light.

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Percy Jackson had never been so angry before, never in his life, and that was saying something. Since the young age of twelve, really even younger he'd been in plenty of situations where his anger was almost overwhelmingly leaking out of him. But even in those situations he had control of his anger, he didn't let it get the best of him. But him seeing Fleur being manhandled like that, and watching the two death eaters smirking at him from across the graveyard, well, that caused him to snap.

Magic poured out of him like never before, power flowed freely through his veins, urging him to give up control, to allow it to act freely and to punish those who had wronged him. He felt a searing passion to end those who had hurt the one that he loved and he felt his anger blind him, without even thinking of the repercussions Percy allowed his magic to take full control. He barely noticed as the man who had impersonated Moody releashed his own magic as he was too intent on causing them both harm for what they did to Fleur.

"Incendio!" Percy felt himself yelling as his magic made the words pour out of him without him thinking at all. Searing red flames erupted from the tip of his wand and soared at the two death eaters. He watched as imposter Moody raised his wand and countered.

"Glaciuso Erecto!" A shield consisting solely of a huge chunk of ice erupted in front of the two, and met the flames head on. The graveyard became foggy as steam became the end result of the two spells colliding. Percy felt his vision go blurry but didn't worry as his magic assist him once again. Percy pointed his want at his eyes and muttered "impervious," a spell that repels all forms of water from eyesight.

Percy dived left after faux Moody roared "Expulso!" Percy cursed his luck as his left pants leg caught on fire and calmed down slightly when he felt his magic respond in kind, "Aguamenti," he muttered as he pointed his want towards his pants leg and put out the fire, before he pointed it back at Moody and Pettigrew, "Stupefy!"

The curse sailed through the air at a ridiculous speed and Percy watched with grim satisfaction as Faux Moody's shield charm went into place, "Sectumsempra!" he yelled in quick succession putting a power he didn't know he possessed into the cure. Moody's shield charm couldn't hold under the pressure of the offensive onslaught Percy was responsible for and his shield faltered just enough for the spell to get through. He watched entranced as the spell struck Moody dead in the chest and pushed him right into Pettigrew, who wasn't strong enough to hold him. The result was both individuals on the ground, one with several sword cuts deep in his chest, the results of the admittedly dark curse Percy just used.

Percy seeing his advantage charged towards the duo groaning on the floor, he watched and felt his teeth grind as he saw Pettigrew start to mutter the counter curse. "Expulso!" he yelled pointing his wand behind Pettigrew right at a tombstone behind the traitorous rat which exploded on impact and he narrowly dodged some of the debris as some of the rubble landed on the rat that started groaning on the floor. He dodged left as his magic alerted him to an incoming curse and breathed a sigh of relief as the curse narrowly flew past him and hit a tree behind him, the tree burned instantly.

Moody grinned at him, "You're not good enough Jackson! Your attempt was admirable, I'll give you that. And if I'm being honest you've definitely got some fight in you. But being able to fight will only get you so far, in a fight involving demigod abilities you could definitely give me a run for my money." Percy's eyes widened. How did he know? Does Voldemort know about who I truly am? Here Moody's expression became dangerously sinister.

His eyes narrowed into slits "Didn't think I knew about that did you? Yeah my master told me all about his history with you before you came here to Hogwarts, the life you previously led. All the power you possessed, but you refuse to use your powers just because you and your father had a little falling out, I hope your pride will allow you to live with yourself when I kill you and all you hold dear for your insolence! I have a little secret for you Jackson, I was only fighting with my magic. But I've got a few more powers I want to show you. I'll do what that brat before you couldn't accomplish with the power that should have easily defeated you"

Percy felt his eyes widen, as his breath caught in his throat. Before his very eyes the man began to transform once again, this time he became taller, physically fit. His face narrowed slightly and lost the gaunt and haunted expression that had been their previously, and his hair became blond. But none of that mattered to Percy, it was his eyes that caught his attention. Those eyes, he would remember those eyes forever. They had haunted him for years, tormented him physically and mentally for so long that he couldn't remember living without them.

Those were the eyes of the titan lord Kronos.

AN: And I'm back to updating this story! Thank you all for being so patient, I would like to apologize for the wait. My only real excuse is that life caught up with me, but I said two years ago that I wouldn't abandon this story, and I'm going to keep my word. This chapter is rusty, I know, so review and tell me what you thought of it and what I can do to improve it. This is the unedited version. I'll go back and edit it later, I figured the people who follow this story have waited long enough. Only a few chapters left, and I have an idea for what could be an amazing sequel. Tell me in a review whether or not that would be something you guys are interested in. I'll ignore flames, but constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks for reading, don't forget to review on your way out!