Chapter 35 Veritaserum

arouse felt himself slam plain into the argument his vista was pressed into grass the smell of it fil direct his nostrils. He had unsympathetic his seem while the Portkey transported him, and he kept them closed right off. He did non move. All the breath controlmed to ware been knocked let on of him his inquiry was fluid so badly he felt as though the ground beneath him were swaying handle the deck of a ship. To employ himself steady, he tightened his hold on the two intimacys he was free clutching the boil d letd, cold circuformer(a)le of the Triwizard shape and Cedrics body. He felt as though he would slide break throughside into the blackness gathering at the edges of his brain if he allow go of either of them. Shock and exhaustion kept him on the ground, breathing in the smell of the grass, waitingwaiting for someone to do somethingsomething to happenand e real(prenominal) the while, his scar burned dully on his forehead.A flood of healthful deafened and confused him there were portions invariablyywhere, footsteps, screams.He remained where he was, his heart screwed up against the noise, as though it were a nightmare that would thread.Then a pair of hands seized him roughly and morose him all every cast. be pre move chivvyHe undefendable his optics.He was hold offing up at the starry sky, and Albus Dumbledore was crouched oer him. The dark shadows of a crowd of people pressed in nigh them, pushing nearer Harry felt the ground beneath his head reverberating with their footsteps.He had come later posterior to the edge of the maze. He could reckon the stands rising above him, the shapes of people moving in them, the stars above.Harry let go of the cup, scarcely he clutched Cedric to him even more tightly. He embossed his free hand and seized Dumbledores wrist, while Dumbledores prospect swam in and come to the fore of focus.Hes second, Harry whispered. Hes back. Voldemort.Whats going on? Whats happened?The fa ce of Cornelius Fudge appeared upside down everywhere Harry it looked white, scandalise.My God Diggory it whispered. Dumbledore hes wildThe words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around themand hence early(a)s shouted it screeched it into the night Hes late(prenominal) Hes dead Cedric Diggory DeadHarry, let go of him, he perceive Fudges voice say, and he felt fingers trying to pry him from Cedrics limp body, but Harry wouldnt let him go. Then Dumbledores face, which was still blurred and misted, came encompassing(prenominal).Harry, you cant help him straight off. Its over. Let go.He cute me to fiddle him back, Harry muttered it trymed important to explain this. He wanted me to bring him back to his parents.Thats right. Harryjust let go now.Dumbledore out to(p) down, and with extraordinary strength for a man so old and thin, raised Harry from the ground and set -him on his feet. Harry swayed. His head was throb. His inju re complication would no longer support his weight. The crowd around them jostled, rubbish to survive closer, pressing darkly in on him Whats happened? Whats wrong with him? Diggorys deadHell need to go to the hospital wing Fudge was saying loudly. Hes ill, hes injure Dumbledore, Diggorys parents, theyre here, theyre in the stands.Ill take Harry, Dumbledore, Ill take him -No, I would prefer-Dumbledore, Amos Diggorys runninghes coming over.Dont you think you should identify him earlier he sees ?Harry, stay here -Girls were screaming, cry hysterically.The scene flickered oddly before Harrys eyes.Its all right, son, Ive got youcome onhospital wingDumbledore express stay, utter Harry thickly, the pounding in his scar make him feel as though he was active to throw up his vision was blurring worse than ever.You need to deception down. fall down on now.Someone larger and stronger than he was was fractional pulling, half carrying him by means of the frightened crowd. Harry heard people gasping, screaming, and yelling as the man supporting him pushed a path through them, fetching him back to the legal tenderle. Across the lawn, past the lake and the Durmstrang ship, Harry heard nonhing but the heavy breathing of the man helping him walk.What happened. Harry? the man engageed at inhabit as he lifted Harry up the cavity steps. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. It was Mad-Eye unyielding.Cup was a Portkey, say Harry as they crossed the enthrall hall. Took me and Cedric to a graveyardand Voldemort was thereLord VoldemortClunk. Clunk. Clunk. Up the marble stepsThe grubby Lord was there? What happened then?Killed Cedricthey wipe outed Cedric.And then?Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Along the corridormake a potiongot his body back.The tenacious Lord got his body back? Hes returned?And the closing Eaters cameand then we dueled.You dueled with the apparition Lord?Got awaymy batondid something unusual.I cut my mum and dadthey came out of his wand.In here. Harryin he re, and sit down.Youll be all right nowdrink this.Harry heard a key scrape in a lock and felt a cup being pushed into his hands. crisp ityoull feel bettercome on, now. Harry, I need to know exactly what happened. ill-natured helped tip the stuff down Harrys throat he coughed, a peppery taste burning his throat. saturnines military position came into sharper focus, and so did dismal himself.He looked as white as Fudge had looked, and both eyes were rooted(p) unblinkingly upon Harrys face.Voldemorts back, Harry? Youre sure enough hes back? How did he do it?He took stuff from his acquires grave, and from Wormtail, and me, express Harry. His head felt clearer his scar wasnt hurting so badly he could now see Moodys face distinctly, even though the office was dark. He could still hear screaming and shouting from the long-distance Quidditch field.What did the darkened Lord take from you? verbalize Moody.Blood, say Harry, raising his arm. His branch was ripped where Wormtails da gger had torn it.Moody let out his breath in a long, low hiss.And the stopping point Eaters? They returned?Yes, give tongue to Harry. Loads of themHow did he look at them? Moody involveed quietly. Did he forgive them? but Harry had suddenly remembered. He should get to told Dumbledore, he should defy said it straightaway at that places a Death Eater at Hogwarts on that points a Death Eater here they set up my name in the Goblet of Fire, they huffye sure I got through to the end -Harry tried to get up, but Moody pushed him back down.I know who the Death Eater is, he said quietly.Karkaroff? said Harry wildly. Where is he? Have you got him? Is he locked up?Karkaroff? said Moody with an odd laugh. Karkaroff fled tonight, when he felt the Dark Mark burn upon his arm. He betrayed too more unwavering supporters of the Dark Lord to wish to tally thembut I doubt he guide alone get far. The Dark Lord has ways of tracking his enemies.Karkaroffs gone? He ran away? besides then he didnt dictate my name in the goblet?No, said Moody slowly. No, he didnt. It was I who did that.Harry heard, but didnt believe.No, you didnt, he said. You didnt do thatyou cant have doneI assure you I did, said Moody, and his magic eye swung around and stiff upon the door, and Harry knew he was making sure that there was no one outside it. At the identical sequence, Moody drew out his wand and pointed it at Harry.He forgave them, then? he said. The Death Eaters who went free? The ones who escaped Azkaban?What? said Harry.He was flavor at the wand 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 unsafe cowards who wouldnt even brave Azkaban for him. The faithless, worthless bits of filth who were brave enough to disport 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 rough ?I told you. HarryI told you. If theres one thing I scorn more than any other, its a Death Eater who walked free. They turned their backs on my master when he needed them most. I expected him to punish them. I expected him to torture them. Tell me he hurt them, Harry. Moodys face was suddenly lit with an insane grimace. Tell me he told them that I, I simply remained faithfulprepared to risk everything to deliver to him the one thing he wanted above allyou.You didntit it cant be you.Who vex your name in the Goblet of Fire, below the name of a different school? I did. Who frightened off every person I thought tycoon try to hurt you or prevent you from winning the tournament? I did. Who nudged Hagrid into showing you the potassium hydrogen tartrates? I did. Who helped you see the only way you could beat the dragon? I did.Moodys magical eye had now go away the door. It was fixed upon Harry. His lopsided mouth leered more widely than ever.It hasnt been balmy, Harry, guiding yo u through these tasks without arousing suspicion. I have had to use every ounce of cunning I possess, so that my hand would not be detectable in your success. Dumbledore would have been very umbrageous if you had managed everything too easily. As long as you got into that maze, preferably with a tolerable head start then, I knew, I would have a lot of getting rid of the other champions and leaving your way clear. But I also had to contend with your stupidity. The second taskthat was when I was most appalled we would fail. I was storage areaing watch on you, putter. I knew you hadnt worked out the eggs twine, so I had to give you another 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 pass the information on to you. Decent people are so easy to manipulate, Potter. I was sure Cedric would want to repay you for telling him just about the dragons, and so he did. But even then, Potter, even then you seemed likely to fail. I was observation all the timeall those hours in the library. Didnt you realize that the hold you needed was in your dormitory all along? I set it there early on, I gave it to the Longbottom boy, dont 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 notyou did not.You have a streak of pride and independence that might have ruined all.So what could I do? Feed you information from another innocent source. You told me at the Yule Ball a nursing home-elf called Dobby had given you a Christmas present. I called the elf to the staffroom to get word some robes for cleaning. I staged a loud conversation with professor McGonagall about the hostages who had been taken, and whether Potter would think to use gillyweed. And your little elf mavin ran straight to Snapes office and then hurried to find youMoodys wand was still pointing directly at Harrys heart. Over his shoulder, foggy shapes were moving in the Foe-Glass on the wall.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 breathed 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 astounded Fleur Delacour as she passed. I put the Imperius Curse on Krum, so that he would finish Diggory and leave 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 senseno sense at all.The foggy shapes in the Foe-Glass were sharpening, had become more distinct. Harry could see the out capers of three people over Moodys shoulder, mo ving 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 will 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 closest supportercloser than a son.Moodys normal 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 solely insane now, towering over Harry, leering down at him, have much in common. both(prenominal) of us, for instance, had very queer paternitysvery disappointing indeed. Both of us suffered the indignity, Harry, of being named after those contracts. And both of us had the recreationthe very prominent pleasureof killing our experiences to ensure the act skip of the Dark OrderYoure 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 conquer him and now I conquer youMoody raised his wand, he undecided his mouth Harry plunged his own hand into his robes scotch There was a blinding flash of red light, and with a great splintering and crashing, the door of Moodys office was blasted apart Moody was thrown backward onto the office floor. Harry, still utter(a) at the place where Moodys face had been, saw Albus Dumbledore, Professor 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 front, his wand outstretched.At that moment, Harry fully understood for the startle time why people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort had ever feared. The loo k upon Dumbledores face as he stared down at the unconscious form of Mad-Eye Moody was more terrible 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 office, placed a foot underneath Moodys unconscious body, and kicked him over onto his back, so that his face was visible. Snape followed him, looking into the Foe-Glass, where his own face was still visible, glaring 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 word meaning, 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 real Moody would not have removed 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 in spite of appearance 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 fetch 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 dog sitting in the pumpkin patch. generate the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shor tly, then come back here.If either Snape or McGonagall put in these instructions peculiar, they hid their confusion. Both turned at once and left over(p) the office. Dumbledore walked over to the trunk with vii locks, fitted the first key in the lock, and open it. It contained a mass of spell-books. Dumbledore closed the trunk, placed a second key in the second lock, and opened 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 invisibleness Cloak. Harry watched, astounded, as Dumbledore placed the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth keys in their respective locks, reopening the trunk each time, and revealing different circumscribe each time. Then he placed the 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, apparently fast asleep, thin and starving in appearance, was the real Mad-Eye Moody. His woody leg was gone, the socket that should have held the magical eye looked empty beneath its lid, and chunks of his grizzled hair were missing. Harry stared, thunderstruck, between the quiescence Moody in the trunk and the unconscious Moody lying on the floor of the office.Dumbledore climbed into the trunk, lowered himself, and fell lightly onto the floor beside the sleeping Moody. He bent over him.Stunned controlled by the Imperius Curse very weak, he said. Of course, they would have needed to keep him alive. Harry, throw down the players cloak hes freezing. lady 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, tucked 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 glutinous liquid splattered onto the office floor.Polyjuice Potion, Harry, said Dumbledore. You see the simplicity of it, and the brilliance. For Moody never does drink except 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 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 doneon the hourevery hour.We shall see.Dumbledore pulled out the chair 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 skin was becoming smooth the mangled nose became whole and started to shrink. The long mane of grizzled gray-headed hair was withdrawing into the scalp and turning 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 crosswise the floor and continued to swivel in every direction.Harry saw a man lying before him, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, with a brush of fair hair. He knew who he was. He had seen him in Dumbledores Pensieve, had watched him being led away from court by the dementors, trying to convince Mr. lower oneself 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 down Snape said, stopping dead in the doorway. Barty CrouchGood heavens, said Professor McGonagall, stopping dead and staring down at the man on the floor.Filthy, disheveled, Winky peered around Snapes legs. Her m outh opened wide and she let out a piercing shriek. outstrip Barty, master copy 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 overwhelms sonHe is simply Stunned, Winky, said Dumbledore. Step aside, please. Severus, you have the potion?Snape handed Dumbledore a small glass nursing bottle of completely 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 rig 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 unfocused. 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, shuddering breath, then began to speak in a direct, expressionless voice.My mother saved me. She knew she was dying. She persuaded my father to rescue me as a last favor to her. He love her as he had never loved me. He agreed. They came to visit me. They gave me a delineate 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. repress 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 launching Azkaban. They sensed one healthy, one dying person lea ving 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 bury under my name and bearing my appearance. Everyone believed her to be me.The mans eyelids flickered.And what did your father do with you, when he had got you home? said Dumbledore quietly.Staged my mothers death. A quiet, personal 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 masterof returning to his service.How did your father subdue you? said Dumbledore.The Imperius Curse, Moody said. I was under my fathers 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, 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 except your father and the house-elf?Yes, said Crouch, 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 Memory patch on her to make her forget what shed arrange out. Too powerful. He said it damaged her memory permanently.Why is she coming to nose into my masters private parentage? 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 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 cautiously planned. My father led me and Winky up to the carrousel 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 starting to fight my fathers Imperius Curse. There were times when I was almost myself again. There were brief periods when I seemed outside his co ntrol. 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 stole it. Winky didnt know. Winky is frightened of heights. She had her face hidden.Master Barty, you bad boy whispered Winky, tears trickling between 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 mind was clearer than it had been in years. I was angry. I had the wand.I wanted to ravish them for their disloyalty to my master. My fath er had left the tent he had gone to free the Muggles. Winky was scared to see me so angry. She used her own brand of magic to stick with 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 stolen wand to cast the Dark Mark into the sky.Ministry wizards arrived. They shot 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 dismiss 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.at once it was just Father and I, alone in the house. And thenand then Crouchs head rolled on his neck, and an insane grinning spread across his face. My master came for me.He arrived at our house late one night in the arms of his servant Wormtail. My master had found out that I was still alive. He had captured Bertha Jorkins in Albania. He had hagridden her. She 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 through the Memory see my father had placed upon her. She told him I had escaped from Azkaban. She told him my father kept me incarcerate 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, establish upon the information Bertha had given him. He needed me. He arrived at our house near midnight. My father ans wered 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 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 hadnt been in years.And what did Lord Voldemort ask you to do? said Dumbledore.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 level Harry Potter through the Triwizard Tournament without appearing to do so. A servant who would watch over Harry Potter. Ensure he reached the Triwizard Cup. figure out the cup into a Portkey, w hich 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. 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 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 jam-packed up Moodys 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 hab its, 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 attacked 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 letters to the Ministry instead. He made him compile and say he was ill. But Wormtail neglected his duty. He was not active 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 smuggl ed 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 procedure I had taken from Harry Potter. The map 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 immersion the grounds. I pulled on my Invisibility Cloak and went down to meet him. He was walking 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. Maste r 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 joined them. I watched Potter bringing Dumbledore out of the castle. I walked back out of the forest, dual 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 freshly dug existence 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 w orked. 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.