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Auror
"That means we'll have to practice together," Cedric said.
"Only a few times though in case we are wrong," Harry said.
"Once a week starting on the 13th," Fleur said.
With that conclusion reached Viktor nodded before walking out of the room. Just like Harry, he didn't want to be there.
There were plenty of people at Durmstrang that were better suited to do this, and he didn't need the fame or the money.
Karkaroff had insisted though so here he was. Unlike Harry though he wanted to compete now.
He wanted to win for his school. The other's seemed like nice guys though. He wouldn't mind leaving with a few more friends he guessed.
Dear Uncle
It was late in the evening. Long pale fingers moved over an old piece of parchment. Harry hadn't activated the map since he got back. He was worried it had broken and would never work again.
He sighed. No time like the present to find out. He activated the magic. Laughter bubbled up inside him.
It was fine. The dots moved around. He looked all over the map checking on Albus Dumbledore who was pacing in his office.
'Now what is that?' Harry wondered as his finger trailed over a name. "Winky," he said softly.
Winky showed up. "Master Harry. What does Master Harry want from Winky?" she asked.
"Does Mr Crouch have a son Winky?" Harry asked. "You don't have to tell me anything about him. I just want to know if he has a son."
Winky nodded slowly. She liked her Master Harry and telling him Young Master Barty existed was not wrong. "Master Crouch son is Young Master Barty," she said softly.
"Thank you Winky," Harry said. "You're a good elf."
"What will Master Harry do with Master Barty?" Winky asked. "Winky knows Young Master was a bad boy, but..."
"He can't stay here," Harry said. "Is It alright If I scare him away?" he asked.
Winky nodded. "As long as neither Master Barty nor Master Harry gets hurt," she said.
"I'll do my best," Harry said.
Winky popped away and Harry looked back down at the map.
There was one dot labelled Alastor Moody and another labelled Bartemius Crouch in the Defence Professor's office. Barty sounded like a pet version of Bartemius.
He watched them for a moment. There had to be something with that. He'd have to check it out.
But not right now.
Harry put the map away and lay down. So much was going on. He hadn't thought that he would have so much to do when he got back to Earth. But, well… he wasn't left bored that much was for sure.
'Well that explains things,' Harry thought. Moody wasn't Moody. He couldn't say he was surprised. It answered a lot of questions. Like who had put his name in the goblet. It raised other questions though.
Why was Moody not moving around in his office? He guessed he should do something about that. He put his map away and looked up at the head table in the Great Hall once more.
Barty Moody was still eating and had plenty of food left on his plate. If Harry headed up now, he would have a decent amount of time to sneak around before Barty would come upstairs.
Harry told Hermione and Neville that he would see them later. He was going to go see Hedwig. He stood up and walked over to the grand staircase.
He headed up the stairs and through the draughty corridors. He could understand why Fleur disliked it. He took a shortcut to Moody's office.
He wondered why Dumbledore hadn't noticed that Moody wasn't the real Moody. They were supposed to know each other really well.
Harry checked the door for traps. There were a couple of safety precautions taken around the door but nothing further in.
"Feim Zii Gron," he whispered. His body went clear but not invisible. He walked straight through the door. Now, where was Moody? He wasn't sure he could use the clairvoyance spell. He didn't know the real Moody.
His eyes fell on the chest in the room. It was big enough to hold a body. He sent his thief-spider out to see if that could unlock the chest.
Barty Moody limped through the corridors on his way back to his rooms. All these stupid children and their idiotic ideas. He opened his office door. It would be worth it though. His Master would return.
His eyes widened slightly as he realised that Professor Dumbledore was standing in his office. The door slammed closed behind him.
"You don't have to do this, my boy," the old wizard said. "There are other options, Bartemius."
Barty Moody blacked out.
When Barty woke up again his Polyjuice Potion had worn off. He looked up. Dumbledore was still standing there. The chest he had hidden Moody in was open.
He had failed. So much effort; so much work. It was all wasted. He looked around. He had to get away.
He moved back slowly. He managed to get to the door without the old man noticing. He opened it up before he took off running.
On his way out of the castle, he knocked a kid out and took his wand. He would have to get back to his Master.
Harry rolled his eyes. Sometimes illusions were very practical. He moved over to the door leading up to the private quarters of the Defence teacher.
He had moved all of Moody's items into the bedroom. He placed a hand on Moody's chest and sent healing magic through his fingers.
He asked Winky to show up so someone could look after the former Auror.
"I want to know if he wakes up, dear," Harry told her. He headed out.
He needed to get outside, needed to get some air. He had to decide what to do now and quickly before Moody woke up.
Did he speak to the man or not? It really wouldn't hurt to have an ex-Auror in his corner.
He reached the great doors and pushed one of them open. His breath came out in clouds of white smoke in front of him. He closed his eyes and relaxed.
He would speak to Moody. It was the smart thing to do. He didn't stand there for long before he heard a pop behind him.