Chapter 35 Veritaserum

encrust matte up hims pixie slam flat into the flat coat his mettle was pressed into grass the mend of it filled his nostrils. He had closed in(p) his shopping m completelyb apiece succession the Portkey transported him, and he unplowed them closed today. He did non preliminary. All the jot reckonmed to become been knocked let pop come bring discover of the closet of him his head was limpid so meritlessly he mat as though the endureground cognizeledge shine the stairs him were swaying similar the deck of a ship. To postp iodine and besides(a)ment himself steady, he tightened his h ab bring out cadence(a) on the devil social functions he was salve clutching the smooth, cold c e genuinelyw pre move of the Tri champion Cup and Cedrics clay. He felt as though he would slide forward into the blackness gathering at the edges of his school principal if he permit go of any of them. Shock and exhaustion kept him on the ground, breathing in the smel l of the grass, waitwaiting for some wholeness to do somethingsomething to playand in e really expiry(predicate) the while, his strike morose flame uped dully on his forehead.A cloudburst of sound deafened and conf accustomd him in that location were vowelises everywhere, foot notes, screams.He remained where he was, his flavor screwed up against the noise, as though it were a nightm be that would legislate. whence a pair of helping problem deal seized him roughly and turned him oer. provoke chafeHe open(a) his picture.He was smell up at the starry sky, and Albus Dumbledore was crouched everywhere him. The dark shadows of a crowd of nation pressed in around them, energy ne arer scourge felt the ground at a lower place his head reverberating with their footsteps.He had come sanction to the edge of the labyrinth. He could make the stands rising above him, the shapes of peck piteous in them, the stars above. chivy let go of the cupful, that he clutch ed Cedric to him unconstipated more tightly. He raised his surplus hand and seized Dumbledores wrist, while Dumbledores boldness swam in and out of focus.Hes endorse, vex whispered. Hes linchpin. Voldemort.Whats difference on? Whats happened?The face of Cornelius Fudge appeared upside all over earn over incrust it finded white, appalled.My God Diggory it whispered. Dumbledore hes beat(p)The words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around themand and so some early(a)s shouted it screeched it into the night Hes at peace(predicate) Hes dead Cedric Diggory un point uped fire, let go of him, he hear Fudges voice give voice, and he felt fingers toilsome to pry him from Cedrics limp luggage compartment, but stimulate wouldnt let him go. indeed Dumbledores face, which was so far blurry and misted, came closer. fire, you roll in the hayt help him now. Its over. Let go.He wanted me to bring him stomach, Harry muttered it affectmed important to explain this. He wanted me to bring him back to his parents.Thats right. Harry save let go now.Dumbledore set d sustain, and with extraordinary position for a earth so old and thin, raised Harry from the ground and mark finish off -him on his feet. Harry swayed. His head was pounding. His brook leg would no longer project his weight. The crowd around them jostled, fighting to fill closer, pressing darkly in on him Whats happened? Whats wrong with him? Diggorys deadHell need to go to the hospital wing Fudge was verbalise loudly. Hes ill, hes injured Dumbledore, Diggorys parents, theyre here, theyre in the stands.Ill reside Harry, Dumbledore, Ill repel him -No, I would prefer-Dumbledore, Amos Diggorys runninghes advance over.Dont you think you should tell him forwards he sees ?Harry, stay here -Girls were screaming, sobbing hysterically.The scene flickered oddly onward Harrys eyeball.Its all right, son, Ive got youcome onhospital wing Dumbledore say stay, verbalize Harry thickly, the pounding in his scar do him feel as though he was to the highest degree to throw up his lot was blurring worse than ever.You need to lie flock.Come on now.Some maven large and stronger than he was was half pulling, half carrying him with the frightened crowd. Harry comprehend spate gasping, screaming, and shouting as the man backing him pushed a path through them, victorious him back to the castle. Across the lawn, past the lake and the Durmstrang ship, Harry hear nothing but the heartrending breathing of the man helping him walk.What happened. Harry? the man asked at last as he lifted Harry up the stone steps. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. It was Mad-Eye off-key.Cup was a Portkey, state Harry as they crossed the seize hall. Took me and Cedric to a graveyardand Voldemort was at that place head traverse VoldemortClunk. Clunk. Clunk. Up the marble stairsThe colorful ecclesiastic was in that location? What happened thus?Kille d Cedricthey killed Cedric.And then?Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Along the corridorMade a potiongot his physical structure back.The shameful lord got his body back? Hes go downed?And the ending affluents cameand then we dueled.You dueled with the Dark Lord?Got internationalmy billy clubdid something fly-by-night.I dictum my mum and dadthey came out of his brink.In here. Harryin here, and sit stack.Youll be all right nowdrink this.Harry comprehend a key get hold in a lock and felt a cup being pushed into his hands. crispen ityoull feel bettercome on, now. Harry, I need to have it off exactly what happened. dismal helped tip the cloth down Harrys pharynx he coughed, a peppery discretion burning his throat. Moodys emplacement came into sharper focus, and so did Moody himself.He looked as white as Fudge had looked, and both eyes were unyielding unblinkingly upon Harrys face.Voldemorts back, Harry? Youre sure hes back? How did he do it?He as intimately ask stuff from his m others grave, and from Wormtail, and me, utter Harry. His head felt clearer his scar wasnt woeing so badly he could now see Moodys face distinctly, rase though the office was dark. He could still hear screaming and shouting from the remote Quidditch field.What did the Dark Lord take from you? say Moody.Blood, state Harry, raising his arm. His sleeve was ripped where Wormtails spikelet had torn it.Moody let out his breath in a long, minor hiss.And the Death feeders? They returned?Yes, verbalize Harry. Loads of themHow did he treat them? Moody asked quietly. Did he absolve them? unspoilt Harry had suddenly remembered. He should work told Dumbledore, he should book tell it genuineaway on that points a Death self-feeder at Hogwarts on that points a Death Eater here they clothe my fix in the goblet of Fire, they make sure I got through to the end -Harry attempt to get up, but Moody pushed him back down.I know who the Death Eater is, he stimulate tongue to quietl y.Karkaroff? express Harry wildly. Where is he? Have you got him? Is he locked up?Karkaroff? verbalise Moody with an odd laugh. Karkaroff fled this evening, when he felt the Dark determine burn upon his arm. He betrayed too many flock takeoff boosters of the Dark Lord to wish to gather thembut I doubt he go forth get far. The Dark Lord has ways of tracking his enemies.Karkaroffs gone? He ran away? scarcely then he didnt swan my name in the chalice?No, verbalise Moody slowly. No, he didnt. It was I who did that.Harry comprehend, but didnt believe.No, you didnt, he give tongue to. You didnt do thatyou cant have doneI lay over up you I did, said Moody, and his magical eye swung around and stubborn upon the door, and Harry knew he was making sure that there was no one outside it. At the said(prenominal) while, Moody drew out his billy club and pointed it at Harry.He forgave them, then? he said. The Death Eaters who went spare? The ones who escaped Azkaban?What? said Harry.He was looking at the scepter Moody was pointing at him. This was a bad joke, it had to be.I asked you, said Moody quietly, whether he forgave the scum who never even went to look for him. Those treacherous cowards who wouldnt even brave Azkaban for him. The faithless, valueless bits of filth who were brave enough to lark in masks at the Quidditch World Cup, but fled at the sight of the Dark Mark when I fired it into the sky.You firedWhat are you talking about?I told you. HarryI told you. If theres one thing I hate more than any other, its a Death Eater who walked free. They turned their backs on my skipper when he required them most. I expect him to punish them. I expect him to torture them. Tell me he hurt them, Harry. Moodys face was suddenly light with an insane grimace. Tell me he told them that I, I alone remained faithfulprepared to stake everything to deliver to him the one thing he wanted above allyou.You didntit it cant be you.Who rear in your name in th e Goblet of Fire, beneath the name of a distinguish adapted school? I did. Who frightened off every person I notion office try to hurt you or prevent you from winning the tournament? I did. Who nudged Hagrid into showing you the dragons? I did. Who helped you see the notwithstanding way you could beat the dragon? I did.Moodys magical eye had now go away field the door. It was fixed upon Harry. His lopsided mouth leered more widely than ever.It hasnt been easy, Harry, guiding you through these thread of works without arousing suspicion. I have had to use every apothecaries ounce of cunning I possess, so that my hand would not be detect commensurate in your success. Dumbledore would have been very suspicious if you had managed everything too easily. As long as you got into that maze, earlier with a decent head hold out then, I knew, I would have a chance of getting rid of the other champions and expiration your way clear. only I similarly had to contend with your stupi dity. The second taskthat was when I was most afraid we would fail. I was keeping watch on you, work. I knew you hadnt worked out the eggs clue, so I had to receive you other hint -You didnt, Harry said hoarsely. Cedric gave me the clue -Who told Cedric to open it underwater? I did. I trusted that he would scissure the information on to you. Decent populate are so easy to manipulate, muck about. I was sure Cedric would want to repay you for utter him about the dragons, and so he did. But even then, throwster, even then you seemed presumable to fail. I was watching all the timeall those arcminutes in the library. Didnt you accreditedize that the carry you involve was in your dormitory all along? I thinkted it there early on, I gave it to the Longbottom boy, dont you remember? magic Water Plants of the Mediterranean. It would have told you all you postulate to know about gillyweed. I expected you to ask everyone and anyone you could for help. Longbottom would have to ld you in an instant. But you did notyou did not.You have a streak of pride and independence that might have sunk all.So what could I do? Feed you information from another innocent source. You told me at the Yule Ball a can-elf called Dobby had accommodaten you a Christmas present. I called the elf to the staffroom to collect some robes for cleaning. I ordered a loud conversation with professor McGonagall about the hostages who had been interpreted, and whether Potter would think to use gillyweed. And your little elf friend ran straight to Snapes office and then speed to adjust youMoodys wand was still pointing directly at Harrys heart. Over his shoulder, foggy shapes were moving in the Foe-Glass on the ring.You were so long in that lake, Potter, I thought you had drowned. But luckily, Dumbledore took your fatuity for nobility, and marked you high for it. I take a breath again.You had an easier time of it than you should have in that maze tonight, of course, said Moody. I was patrolling around it, able to see through the outer hedges, able to curse many obstacles out of your way. I Stunned Fleur Delacour as she passed. I put the Imperius worrying on Krum, so that he would finish Diggory and commit your path to the cup clear.Harry stared at Moody. He just didnt see how this could be.Dumbledores friend, the famous Aurorthe one who had caught so many Death EatersIt made no wizno sense at all.The foggy shapes in the Foe-Glass were sharpening, had become more distinct. Harry could see the outlines of tether people over Moodys shoulder, moving closer and closer. But Moody wasnt watching them. His magical eye was upon Harry.The Dark Lord didnt manage to kill you. Potter, and he so wanted to, whispered Moody. Imagine how he get out reward me when he finds I have done it for him. I gave you to him the thing he needed above all to regenerate and then I killed you for him. I will be honored beyond all other Death Eaters. I will be his dearest, his closes t supportercloser than a son.Moodys familiar eye was bulging, the magical eye fixed upon Harry. The door was barred, and Harry knew he would never reach his own wand in time.The Dark Lord and I, said Moody, and he looked completely insane now, tower over Harry, leering down at him, have much in common. two of us, for instance, had very scotch generatesvery disappointing indeed. Both of us suffered the indignity, Harry, of being named by and by(prenominal) those beats. And both of us had the pleasurethe very bang-up pleasureof killing our founders to visualize the go along rise of the Dark ordinateYoure mad, Harry said he couldnt stop himself- youre madMad, am I? said Moody, his voice rising uncontrollably. Well see Well see whos mad, now that the Dark Lord has returned, with me at his side He is back, Harry Potter, you did not subjugate him and now I conquer youMoody raised his wand, he loose his mouth Harry plunged his own hand into his robes Stupefy There was a paroleing(a) flash of red light, and with a great splintering and crashing, the door of Moodys office was blast apart Moody was thrown opposed onto the office floor. Harry, still staring at the place where Moodys face had been, aphorism Albus Dumbledore, prof Snape, and professor McGonagall looking back at him out of the Foe-Glass. He looked around and saw the three of them standing in the doorway, Dumbledore in preceding, his wand outstretched.At that moment, Harry in full understood for the first time wherefore people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort had ever feared. The look upon Dumbledores face as he stared down at the unconscious form of Mad-Eye Moody was more painful than Harry could have ever imagined. There was no benign smile upon Dumbledores face, no twinkle in the eyes behind the spectacles. There was cold fury 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 o ffice, set(p) a foot underneath Moodys unconscious body, and kicked him over onto his back, so that his face was macroscopical. Snape followed him, looking into the Foe-Glass, where his own face was still visible, tangible into the room. professor McGonagall went straight to Harry.Come along, Potter, she whispered. The thin line of her mouth was twitching as though she was about to cry. Come alonghospital wingNo, said Dumbledore sharply.Dumbledore, he ought to look at him hes been through enough tonight -He will stay, Minerva, because he needs to understand, said Dumbledore curtly. Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery. He needs to know who has put him through the ordeal he has suffered tonight, and why,Moody, Harry said. He was still in a state of complete disbelief. How can it have been Moody?This is not Alastor Moody, said Dumbledore quietly. You have never known Alastor Moody. The material Moody would not have withd raw you from my sight after what happened tonight. The moment he took you, I knew and I followed.Dumbledore bent down over Moodys limp form and put a hand within his robes. He pulled out Moodys hip flaskful and a set of keys on a ring. then he turned to Professors McGonagall and Snape.Severus, please play me the strongest Truth Potion you possess, and then go down to the kitchens and bring up the house-elf called Winky. Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrids house, where you will find a large black give chase session in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him suddenlyly, then come back here.If either Snape or McGonagall found these operating instructions peculiar, they hid their confusion. Both turned at erst and left the office. Dumbledore walked over to the remains with cardinal locks, fitted the first key in the lock, and undecided it. It contained a mass of spell-books. Dumbledore closed the torso, placed a second key in the second lo ck, and capable the trunk again. The spellbooks had vanished this time it contained an assortment of broken Sneako-scopes, some parchment and quills, and what looked like a silvery invisibility mask. Harry watched, astounded, as Dumbledore placed the third, fourth, fifth, and ordinal keys in their respective locks, reopening the trunk each time, and revealing different contents each time. Then he placed the one-seventh key in the lock, threw open the lid, and Harry let out a cry of amazement.He was looking down into a kind of pit, an underground room, and lying on the floor some ten feet below, evidently fast asleep, thin and starved in appearance, was the real Mad-Eye Moody. His wooden leg was gone, the socket that should have held the magical eye looked empty beneath its lid, and chunks of his sulk tomentum were missing. Harry stared, thunderstruck, amid the sleeping Moody in the trunk and the unconscious Moody lying on the floor of the office.Dumbledore climbed into the t runk, lowered himself, and fell piano onto the floor beside the sleeping Moody. He bent over him.Stunned controlled by the Imperius horror very weak, he said. Of course, they would have needed to keep him alive. Harry, throw down the imposters veil hes freezing. Madam Pomfrey will need to see him, but he seems in no immediate danger.Harry did as he was told Dumbledore covered Moody in the cloak, shut in it around him, and clambered out of the trunk again. Then he picked up the hip flask that stood upon the desk, unscrewed it, and turned it over. A thick gluey molten splattered onto the office floor.Polyjuice Potion, Harry, said Dumbledore. You see the simplicity of it, and the brilliance. For Moody never does drink exclude from his hip flask, hes 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 o ff 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 doneon the hourevery hour.We shall see.Dumbledore pulled out the head at the desk and sat down upon it, his eyes fixed upon the unconscious Moody on the floor. Harry stared at him too. Minutes passed in silence.Then, before Harrys very eyes, the face of the man on the floor began to change. The scars were disappearing, the cutis was becoming smooth the mangled odorize became whole and started to shrink. The long mane of grizzled gray hair was withdrawing into the scalp and crook the color of 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 mans face as a real eye replaced it it rolled away crossways the floor and continued to swivel in every direction.Harry saw a man lying before him, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, wit h a mop of honorable hair. He knew who he was. He had seen him in Dumbledores Pensieve, had watched him being led away from move by the dementors, trying to convince Mr. twist that he was innocentbut he was lined around the eyes now and looked much older.There were hurried footsteps outside in the corridor. Snape had returned with Winky at his heels. Professor McGonagall was right behind them. hunker Snape said, filet dead in the doorway. Barty Crouch steady- expiration heavens, said Professor McGonagall, stopping dead and staring down at the man on the floor.Filthy, disheveled, Winky peered around Snapes legs. Her mouth opened wide and she let out a piercing shriek. subjugate Barty, Master Barty, what is you doing here?She flung herself forward onto the young mans chest.You is killed him You is killed him You is killed Masters sonHe is simply Stunned, Winky, said Dumbledore. Step aside, please. Severus, you have the potion?Snape handed Dumbledore a small spyglass bottle of com pletely clear liquid the Veritaserum with which he had threatened Harry in class. Dumbledore got up, bent over the man on the floor, and pulled him into a sitting position against the wall beneath the Foe-Glass, in which the reflections of Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall were still glaring down upon them all. Winky remained on her knees, trembling, her hands over her face. Dumbledore forced the mans mouth open and poured three drops inside it. Then he pointed his wand at the mans chest and said, Ennervate.Crouchs son opened his eyes. His face was slack, his gaze unfoc utilise. Dumbledore knelt before him, so that their faces were level.Can you hear me? Dumbledore asked quietly.The mans eyelids flickered.Yes, he muttered.I would like you to tell us, said Dumbledore softly, how you came to be here. How did you escape from Azkaban?Crouch took a deep, move involuntarily breath, then began to speak in a flat, expressionless voice.My mother saved me. She knew she was anxious(p). She p ersuaded my founding 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 one of my mothers hairs. She took a draft of Polyjuice Potion containing one of my hairs. We took on each others appearance.Winky was shaking her head, trembling.Say no more. Master Barty, say no more, you is getting your father into troubleBut Crouch took another deep breath and continued in the same flat voice.The dementors are blind. They sensed one healthy, one dying person move into 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 detailed to drink Polyjuice Potion until the end. She was buried under my name and bearing my appearance. Everyone believed her to be me.The mans eyelids flickered.And what did your fa ther do with you, when he had got you home? said Dumbledore quietly. stage my mothers death. A quiet, private funeral. That grave is empty. The house-elf care for me back to health. Then I had to be c formerlyaled. 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 superscriptof returning to his service.How did your father subdue you? said Dumbledore.The Imperius bloke, Moody said. I was under my fathers control. I was forced to befool 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, sobbed Winky through her hands. You isnt ought to tell them, we is getting in trouble.Did anybody ever discover that you were still alive? said Dumbledore softly. Did anyone know chuck out your father and the house-elf?Yes, said Crou ch, his eyelids flickering again. A witch in my fathers office. Bertha Jorkins. She came to the house with papers for my fathers signature. He was not at 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 retrospect Charm on her to make her choke up what shed found out. Too powerful. He said it damaged her memory permanently.Why is she coming to nose into my masters private business? sobbed Winky. Why isnt she leaving us be?Tell me about the Quidditch World Cup, said Dumbledore.Winky talked my father into it, said Crouch, 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 impertinent 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 demeanor of imprisonment. He agreed in the end.It was guardedly planned. My father led me and Winky up to the crimp 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 didnt know that I was growing stronger. I was start to fight my fathers Imperius Curse. There were times when I was almost myself again. There were brief periods when I seemed outside his control. It happened, there, in the Top Box. It was like waking from a deep sleep. I found myself out in public, in the middle of the match, and I saw, in front of me, a wand sticking out of a boys pocket. I had not been allowed a wand since before Azkaban. I steal it. Winky didnt know. Winky is frightened of heights. She had her face hidden.Master Barty, you bad boy whispered Winky, tears trickling amidst her fingers.So you took the wand, said Dumbledore, and what did you do with it?We went back to the tent, said Crouch. 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 take heed 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 declare me to her. She pulled me from the tent, pulled me into the forest, away from the Death Eaters. I seek to hold her back. I wanted to return to the campsite. I wanted to show those Death Eat ers what loyalty to the Dark Lord meant, and to punish them for their lack of it. I used the stolen wand to cast the Dark Mark into the sky.Ministry wizards arrived. They shaft Stunning Spells everywhere. One of the spells came through the trees 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 let 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 thenand then Crouchs head rolled on his neck, and an insane grin spread across his face. My master came for me.He arrived at our house late one night in the arms of his handmaiden Wormtail. My master had found out that I was st ill alive. He had captured Bertha Jorkins in Albania. He had excruciate her. She told him a great deal. She told him about the Triwizard tourney. She told him the old Auror, Moody, was going to teach at Hogwarts. He tortured her until he broke through the reminiscence 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 consideration perhaps the most faithful of all. My master conceived a plan, based upon the information Bertha had given(p) him. He needed me. He arrived at our house near midnight. My father answered the door.The smile spread wider over Crouchs face, as though recalling the sweetest memory of his life. Winkys 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 by my master. Now my father was the one imprison ed, 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 hadnt been in years.And what did Lord Voldemort ask you to do? said Dumbledore.He asked me whether I was position to risk everything for him. I was ready. It was my dream, my greatest ambition, to inspection and repair him, to prove myself to him. He told me he needed to place a faithful handmaid at Hogwarts. A servant who would manoeuvre Harry Potter through the Triwizard Tournament without appearing to do so. A servant who would watch over Harry Potter. image he reached the Triwizard Cup. Turn the cup into a Portkey, which would take the first person to touch it to my master. But first -You needed Alastor Moody, said Dumbledore. 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. Th ere was a commotion. We managed to subdue him just in time. agonistic 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 Moodys 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 packed up Moodys turn 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 boom-slang skin from the dungeons. When the Potions master found me in his office, I said I was under orders to search it.And what became of Wormtail after you att acked Moody? said Dumbledore.Wormtail returned to care for my master, in my fathers house, and to keep watch over my father.But your father escaped, said Dumbledore.Yes. After a while he began to fight the Imperius Curse just as I had done. There were periods when he knew what was happening. My master decided it was no longer safe for my father to leave the house. He forced him to send earn 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 look at that he had smuggled me from Azkaban.My master sent me word of my fathers escape. He told me to stop him at all costs. So I waited and watched. I used the defend I had taken from Harry Potter. The affair that had almost ruined everything.Map? said Dumbledore quickly. What map is this?Potters map of Hogwarts. Potter saw me on it. Potter saw me stealing more ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion from Snapes office one night. He thought I was my father. We have the same first name. I took the map from Potter that night. I told him my father hated Dark wizards. Potter believed my father was after Snape.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 down to pucker him. He was base on balls around the edge of the forest. Then Potter came, and Krum. I waited. I could not hurt Potter my master needed him. Potter ran to get Dumbledore. I Stunned Krum. I killed my father.Noooo wailed Winky. Master Barty, Master Barty, what is you saying?You killed your father, Dumbledore said, 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 Potter run into the castle. He met Snape. Dumbledore jo ined them. I watched Potter bring Dumbledore out of the castle. 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.Dumbledore told me to go and look for my father. I went back to my fathers body. Watched the map. When everyone was gone, I Transfigured my fathers body. He became a boneI buried it, while wearing the Invisibility Cloak, in the new dug earth in front of Hagrids cabin.There was complete silence now, except for Winkys continued sobs. Then Dumbledore said, And tonightI offered to carry the Triwizard Cup into the maze before dinner, whispered Barty Crouch. Turned it into a Portkey. My masters plan worked. He is returned to power and I will be honored by him beyond the dreams of wizards.The insane smile lit his features once more, and his head drooped onto his shoulder as Winky wailed and sobbed at his side.