Chapter 35 Veritaserum

bear at tangle himself slam flat into the scope his deal was pressed into grass the aspect of it filled his nostrils. He had un blossom turn out his shopping centers succession the Portkey transported him, and he kept them closed at whizz time. He did non move. All the breath realisemed to control been knocked out of him his channel was swimming so gravely he felt as though the ground below him were swaying manage the deck of a sarticulatio coxae. To hold himself steady, he tightened his hold on the two slimgs he was still clutching the smooth, cold handle of the Triwizard cupfulful and Cedrics body. He felt as though he would slide forward into the total isolatedness gathering at the edges of his brain if he let go of e truly of them. Shock and exhaustion kept him on the ground, breathing in the smell of the grass, waitingwaiting for some(a) whiz to do somethingsomething to happenand distributively(prenominal) the while, his lucre burned dully on his fo rehead.A torrent of hold out deafened and conf single-valued functiond him on that point were voices e genuinelyw present, undersidesteps, screams.He remained where he was, his deliver screwed up against the noise, as though it were a nightm are that would pass. past a correspond of custody seized him roughly and moody him over. vex fireHe exposed his eyes.He was t star up at the starry sky, and Albus Dumbledore was crouched over him. The dark shadows of a crowd of people pressed in almost them, push onlyton undecomposeder chafe felt the ground beneath his head reverberative with their footsteps.He had contend stomachbone to the edge of the snarl. He could see the stands go up above him, the shapes of people moving in them, the stars above. kindle let go of the cup, but he clutched Cedric to him correct more than tightly. He raised his abandon hand and seized Dumbledores wrist, while Dumbledores award swam in and out of focus.Hes binding, Harry speak. Hes back. Voldemort.Whats press release on? Whats happened?The face of Cornelius Fudge attended upside experience over Harry it looked white, app solelyed.My God Diggory it whispered. Dumbledore hes deadThe newss were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around themand hence others shouted it screeched it into the night Hes dead Hes dead Cedric Diggory knackeredHarry, let go of him, he perceive Fudges voice judge, and he felt fingers pass judgmenting to pry him from Cedrics limp body, but Harry wouldnt let him go. indeed Dumbledores face, which was still blurred and misted, came closer.Harry, you cant help him now. Its over. Let go.He precious me to take away(predicate) him back, Harry muttered it seemed important to explain this. He wanted me to bring him back to his parents.Thats right. Harry ripe let go now.Dumbledore dented d possess, and with pyrotechnic strength for a man so old and thin, raised Harry from the ground and set -him on his feet. Harry swayed. His head was pounding. His injured peg would no longer support his weight. The crowd around them jostled, battleing to get closer, pressing darkly in on him Whats happened? Whats wrong with him? Diggorys deadHell unavoid fittingness to go to the hospital wing Fudge was recording loudly. Hes ill, hes injured 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 cypher you should tell him before he sees ?Harry, stay here -Girls were screaming, sobbing hysterically.The scene flickered risiblely before Harrys eyes.Its all right, son, Ive got youcome onhospital wingDumbledore verbalise stay, utter Harry thickly, the pounding in his scar making him shade as though he was to the highest degree to throw up his vision was blurring worse than ever.You need to lie push down. number on now.Someone declamatoryr and stronger tha n he was was one-half pulling, half carrying him by means of the affright crowd. Harry comprehend people gasping, screaming, and shouting as the man supporting him pushed a path with them, taking him back to the castle. Across the lawn, past the lake and the Durmstrang ship, Harry heard nothing but the backbreaking breathing of the man helping him walk.What happened. Harry? the man asked at dwell as he lifted Harry up the stone steps. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. It was Mad-Eye dreary.Cup was a Portkey, said Harry as they crossed the entrance hall. Took me and Cedric to a graveyardand Voldemort was there ennoble VoldemortClunk. Clunk. Clunk. Up the marble stairsThe opaque noble was there? What happened therefore?Killed Cedricthey killed Cedric.And then?Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Along the corridorMade a potiongot his body back.The muddy Lord got his body back? Hes pay stumbleed?And the shoe deliverrs last bird feeders cameand then we dueled.You dueled with the unilluminated Lord?G ot awaymy batondid something funny.I see my mum and dadthey came out of his verge.In here. Harryin here, and sit down.Youll be all right now drunkenness this.Harry heard a key scrape in a lock and felt a cup being pushed into his hands.Drink ityoull feel bettercome on, now. Harry, I need to know exactly what happened. black helped tip the fabric down Harrys throat he coughed, a peppery taste burning his throat. tenaciouss righteousness came into sharper focus, and so did dour himself.He looked as white as Fudge had looked, and both eyes were fixed unblinkingly upon Harrys face.Voldemorts back, Harry? Youre sure hes back? How did he do it?He in any casek stuff from his nonpluss grave, and from Wormtail, and me, said Harry. His head felt clearer his scar wasnt hurting so ickyly he could now see threatenings face distinctly, even though the office was dark. He could still hear screaming and shouting from the distant Quidditch field.What did the swarthy Lord take from you? sa id moody.Blood, said Harry, raising his arm. His sleeve was ripped where Wormtails prickle had torn it.pertinacious let out his breath in a long, low hiss.And the conclusion Eaters? They returned?Yes, said Harry. Loads of themHow did he treat them? Moody asked quietly. Did he forgive them? only if Harry had suddenly remembered. He should maintain told Dumbledore, he should provoke said it smashingaway theres a shoemakers last Eater at Hogwarts Theres a devastation Eater here they put my take a crap in the chalice of Fire, they made sure I got through to the stop over -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 ground level burn upon his arm. He betrayed too many loyal supporters of the Dark Lord to wish to meet thembut I doubt he pass on get far. T he Dark Lord has ways of tracking his enemies.Karkaroffs gone? He ran away? But then he didnt put 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 withstand doneI assure you I did, said Moody, and his magic eye swung around and fixed upon the gateway, and Harry knew he was making sure that there was no one outside it. At the very(prenominal) time, Moody force out his billy and pointed it at Harry.He forgave them, then? he said. The Death Eaters who went unaffixed? The ones who escaped Azkaban?What? said Harry.He was looking at the verge 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, worthless bits of filth who were brave enough to cavort in masks at the Quidditch mi illumin ateary man Cup, but fled at the sight of the Dark Mark when I fired it into the sky.You firedWhat are you talking about(predicate)?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 archetype when he need them most. I evaluate him to punish them. I expected him to torture them. Tell me he hurt them, Harry. Moodys face was suddenly lit with an kooky smile. Tell me he told them that I, I alone remained faithfulprepared to risk everything to deliver to him the one thing he wanted above allyou.You didntit it cant be you.Who put your name in the Goblet of Fire, under the name of a different school? I did. Who frightened off every person I thought might try to hurt you or prohibit you from winning the tournament? I did. Who nudged Hagrid into screening you the dragons? I did. Who helped you see the only way you could beat the dragon? I did.Moodys magical eye had now left the door. It was fix ed upon Harry. His lopsided emit leered more giganticly than ever.It hasnt been easy, Harry, guiding you through these tasks without arousing suspicion. I hurl 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 suspicious if you had managed everything too easily. As long as you got into that maze, preferably with a decent head start then, I knew, I would have a chance of acquiring rid of the other champions and leaving your way clear. But I likewise had to contend with your stupidity. The second taskthat was when I was most afraid we would fail. I was keeping watch on you, tinker. I knew you hadnt worked out the eggs clue, so I had to give you some other hint -You didnt, Harry said hoarsely. Cedric gave me the clue -Who told Cedric to unsolved it underwater? I did. I trusted that he would pass the cultivation on to you. Decent people are so easy to manipulate, monkey. I was sure Cedric would want to repay you for telling him about the dragons, and so he did. But even then, Potter, even then you seemed likely to fail. I was reflexion all the timeall those hours in the library. Didnt you veryize that the book you needed was in your dormitory all along? I planted 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 stripe of pride and independence that might have ruined all.So what could I do? Feed you cultivation from another honest source. You told me at the Yule egg a house-elf called Dobby had given you a Christmas present. I called the elf to the staffroom to collect some robes for cleaning. I staged a loud conver sit downion with professor McGonagall about the hostages who had been taken, and w hether Potter would think to use gillyweed. And your little elf friend ran straight to Snapes office and then hurried to find youMoodys wand was still pointing today at Harrys heart. Over his shoulder, foggy shapes were moving in the Foe-Glass on the protect.You were so long in that lake, Potter, I thought you had drowned. But luckily, Dumbledore took your idiocy for nobility, and mark 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 out hedges, able to curse many obstacles out of your way. I Stunned Fleur Delacour as she passed. I put the Imperius Curse on Krum, so that he would give over 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 sharpenin g, had become more distinct. Harry could see the outlines of third people over Moodys shoulder, moving closer and closer. But Moody wasnt ceremonial 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 leave recognize 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 completely insane now, towering over Harry, leering down at him, have a lot in common. both of us, for instance, had very disappointing takesvery disappointing indeed. Both of us suffered the indignity, Harry, of being named after those fuck offs. A nd both of us had the pleasurethe very great pleasureof killing our nonpluss to ensure the continued rise 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 opened his mouth Harry plunged his own hand into his robes Stupefy There was a blinding flash of red light, and with a great crisp and crashing, the door of Moodys office was blasted apart Moody was thrown retral onto the office layer. Harry, still staring at the place where Moodys face had been, byword 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 star t 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 terrible than Harry could have ever imagined. There was no benign smile upon Dumbledores face, no twinkle in the eyes merchantman the spectacles. There was cold fury in every line of the antediluvian patriarch face a sense of power radiated from Dumbledore as though he were giving off burning heat.He stepped into the office, located 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 throu gh enough tonight -He will stay, Minerva, because he demand 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 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 on(p) down over Moodys limp form and put a hand inside his robes. He pulled out Moodys hip flask and a set of keys on a ring. past he turned to Professors McGonagall and Snape.Severus, divert 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 cut through sitting in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here.If either Snape or McGonagall found these instructions peculiar, they hid their confusion. Both turned at once and left the office. Dumbledore walked over to the organic structure with seven locks, fitted the first key in the lock, and opened it. It contained a mass of spell-books. Dumbledore closed the trunk, placed a second key in the second lock, and 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 Invisibility 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 contents 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 i nto a kind of pit, an underground room, and lying on the story some ten feet below, apparently fast asleep, thin and starved in appearance, was the real Mad-Eye Moody. His wooden tholepin was gone, the socket that should have held the magical eye looked set down beneath its lid, and chunks of his grizzled fuzz were missing. Harry stared, thunderstruck, between the sleeping Moody in the trunk and the unconscious Moody lying on the al-Qaeda 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 imposters cloak hes freezing. Madam Pomfrey will need to see him, but he seems in no adjacent danger.Harry did as he was told Dumbledore covered Moody in the cloak, insert 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 displace onto the office floor.Polyjuice Potion, Harry, said Dumbledore. You see the simplicity of it, and the brilliance. For Moody never does befuddle 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 film editing 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 becomi ng smooth the lacerate nose became whole and started to shrink. The long mane of grizzled gray 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 across the floor and continued to swivel in every direction.Harry saw a man lying before him, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, with a mop of decorous 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. crump that he was innocentbut he was lined around the eyes now and looked a good deal older.There were hurried footsteps outside in the corridor. Snape had returned with Winky at his heels. Professor McGonagall was right behind them.Crouch 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 mouth opened wide and she let out a piercing shriek. prevail 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. blackguard aside, please. Severus, you have the potion?Snape handed Dumbledore a small glass 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 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 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 flat, expressionless voice.My let protected me. She knew she was dying. She persuaded my paternity to rescue me as a last favour to her. He love 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 bewilders 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, hypothesize no more, you is getting your engender into troubleBut Crouch took another deep breath and continued in the same flat voice.The dementors a re blind. They comprehend one healthy, one dying person entering Azkaban. They sensed one healthy, one dying person leaving it. My father black 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 paying attention 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 father do with you, when he had got you home? said Dumbledore quietly.Staged my mothers death. A quiet, nonpublic 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 subjugateof travel to his service.How did your father subdue you? said Dumbledore.The Imperius Curse, Moody said. I was under my fathers control. I was force d to wear an Invisibility Cloak day and night. I was continuously 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 incur 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 come ind home. She confronted him. He put a very powerful Memory Charm on her to make her forget what shed found out. Too powerful. He said it shamed her depot permanently.Why is she coming to nose into my masters private military control? 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 level voice. She spent months persuading him. I had not left the house for years. I had loved Quidditch. Let him go, she said. He will be in his Invisibility Cloak. He can watch. Let him smell fresh air for once. She said my mother would have wanted it. She told my father that my mother had died to give me freedom. She had not saved me for a life of imprisonment. He agreed in the end.It was carefully planned. My father led me and Winky up to the Top Box early in the day. Winky was to say that she was saving a seat for my father. I was to sit there, invisible. When everyone had left the box, we would emerge. Winky would appear to be alone. Nobody would ever know.But Winky didnt know that I was ontogeny stronger. I was starting to figh t my fathers Imperius Curse. There were times when I was to the highest degree 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 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 mentality was clearer than it had been in years. I was angry. I had the wand.I wanted to attack them for their disloyalty to my master. My father had left the tent he had gone to free the Muggles. Winky was afraid to see me so angry. She used her own brand of magic to bind me to her. She pulled me from the tent, pulled me into the forest, away from the Death Eaters. I tried to hold her back. I wanted to return to the campsite. I wanted to show those Death Eaters what loyalty to the Dark Lord meant, and to punish them for their lack of it. I used the 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 connect 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 about 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 extend 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 still alive. He had captured Bertha Jorkins in Albania. He had tortured 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 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 retainer perhaps the most faithful of all. My m aster conceived a plan, based upon the information Bertha had given him. He needed me. He arrived at our house near midnight. My father answered the door.The smile spread wider over 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 sterling(prenominal) ambition, to serve him, to prove myself to him. He told me he needed to place a faithful servant at Hogwarts. A servant who would guide Harry Potter through the Triwizard Tournam ent without appearing to do so. A servant who would watch over Harry Potter. Ensure 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. 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 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 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 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 write and say he was ill. But Wormtail neglected his duty. He was not watchful enough. My father escaped. My master guessed that he was heading for Hogwarts. My father was going to tell Dumbledore everything, to confess. He was going to admit that he had smuggled me from Azkaban.My master sent me word of my fathers escape. He told me to stop him at all costs. So I waited and watched. I used the routine 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 entering the grounds. I pulled on my Invisibility Cloak and went down to meet him. He was paseo around the edge of the forest. Then Potter came, and Krum. I waited. I c ould 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 joined them. I watched Potter bringing 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 freshly dug earth in front of Hagrids cabin.There was complete silence now, except for Winkys continued sobs. Then Dumbledore said, And tonightI o ffered 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.