In the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore is talking, to Cornelius, McGonagall, Balthazar, and Moody, Harry slightly opens the door to see them.

Dumbledore: A man has died here, Fudge. And he won't be the last. You must take action.

Fudge: I will not! In times like these, the wizard world looks to its leader for strength, Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: Then for once show them some.

Fudge: The tri-wizard tournament will not be cancelled. I will not be seen as a coward.

Balthazar: A true leader does what is right, no matter what others think.

Fudge: What did you say? What did you say to me?

Moody: Excuse me, gentlemen. It may interest you to know that this conversation is no longer private.

Moody uses his wand to open the door, revealing Harry, who enters.

Fudge: Oh, Harry! Harry, how good to see you again.

Harry: I can come back later, Professor.

Dumbledore: Oh, not necessary, Harry. The minister and I are done. I'll be back in a moment. Minister, after you.

Harry steps in as he sits down.

Dumbledore: Your hat. Oh, Harry, do feel free to indulge in a licorice snap in my absence. (taking one) but I have to warn you they're a little bit sharp.

Harry is left alone in the room. He puts his hand in the snack bowl and takes a handful. It turns into a small creature that nips at his hand.

Harry: Agh!

As the Licorice Snaps jump around the room and he scrambles to grab them, the cabinet opens up, revealing the Pensieve.

Harry now turns his attention to the Pensieve. He walks up to it and stirs it with his wand. Suddenly, a courtroom forms, and a screaming Harry falls into it. He lands next to Dumbledore, who is seated in the audience.

Harry: Professor?

Man: Professor.

The man reaches through Harry's body to shake hands with Dumbledore, making it clear that Harry is not really there. Meanwhile, Karkaroff is raised into a cage in the middle of the room.

Crouch: Igor Karkaroff, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request, to present evidence to this council. Should your testimony prove consequential, the council may be prepared to order your immediate release. Until such time, you remain in the eyes of the Ministry a convicted Death Eater. Do you accept these terms?

Karkaroff: I do, sir.

Crouch: And what do you wish to present?

Karkaroff: I have names, sir. There was a Rosier, Evan Rosier.

Crouch: Rosier is dead.

Karkaroff: Dead?

Moody: [to Dumbledore] Yeah, took a piece of me with him though, didn't he? [Gestures to his eye]

Karkaroff: I didn't know.

Crouch: If that is all the witness has to offer...

Karkaroff: No! No! No! There was Rookwood. He was a spy.

Crouch: Augustus Rookwood? Of the Department of Mysteries?

Rita Skeeter is taking notes.

Karkaroff: Yeah, yeah, the same. He passed information to You-Know-Who from inside the Ministry itself.

Crouch: Very well. The council will deliberate. In the meantime, you will be returned to Azkaban.

Karkaroff: No, wait! Please, I have more! What about Snape, Severus Snape?

Dumbledore: [standing up] As the council is very much aware, I've given evidence on this matter. Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater, and before Lord Voldemort's downfall turned spy for us at great personal risk.

Karkaroff: It's a lie!

Dumbledore: [sitting back down] Today he's no more a Death Eater than I am.

Karkaroff: Severus Snape remains faithful to the Dark Lord!

Crouch: Silence! Unless the witness possesses any genuine name of consequence, this session is now concluded!

Karkaroff: Oh no no no no no. I heard about one more...

Crouch: What's that?

Karkaroff: The name.

Crouch: Yes?

Karkaroff: I know for a fact this person took part in the capture, and by means of the Cruciatus Curse, torture of the Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife!

Crouch: The name! Give me the wretched name!

Karkaroff: Barty Crouch!

One of them was about to get up as everyone gasped.

Karkaroff: Junior.

Crouch Jr. decides to make a break for it, but Moody hits him with a spell. The elder Crouch looks stunned as several wizards apprehend his son.

Crouch Jr.: Get your filthy hands off me, you pathetic little men! [turns to the older Crouch] Hello, Father.

Crouch: You are no son of mine.

Crouch Jr.: [flicks his tongue] Gaaaaahhhh! [his eyes bulge menacingly as he's taken away]

Suddenly, Harry falls out of the Pensieve, landing on the floor of Dumbledore's office. Harry stands up to see Dumbledore now standing next to the Pensieve.

Dumbledore: Curiosity is not a sin, Harry, but you should exercise caution. It's a Pensieve. Very useful if, like me, you find your mind a wee bit stretched. It allows me to see once more things I've already seen. [starts pacing] You see, Harry, I have searched and searched for something, some small detail, something I might have overlooked, something that would explain why these terrible things have happened. Every time I get close to an answer, it slips away. [sits down] It's maddening!

Harry: Sir, Mr. Crouch's son? What exactly happened to him?

Dumbledore: He was sent to Azkaban. Destroyed Barty to do it. But he had no choice, the evidence was overwhelming. Why do you ask?

Harry: It's just that I... I had a dream about him. It was in the summer, before school. In the dream, I was in a house. And Voldemort was there only he wasn't quite human. And Wormtail was there too and Mr. Crouch's son.

Dumbledore: Have there been other dreams like this dream?

Harry: Yes. Always the same one.

Dumbledore walks over to the blue water.

Harry: Sir, these dreams, what I see, you don't think it's actually happening, do you?

Dumbledore: I think it's unwise for you to linger over these dreams, Harry. I think it's best that you simply...

Dumbledore puts up his wand and pulls a quivering string of magic out from his head.

Dumbledore: Cast them away.

Later in the corridor. Harry is walking along a corridor, he hears raised voices from inside the herbs store.

Karkaroff: It's a sign, Severus, you know what it means as well as I-.

The door opens and they see Harry, he looks at them as Karkaroff leaves.

Snape: Potter! What's your hurry?

Harry stops.

Snape: Congratulations, your performance in the black lake was inspiring. Gilliweed, am I correct?

Harry: Yes, sir.

Snape: Ingenious. [walking into his herb store] A rather rare herb, [stepping up onto a ladder] Gillyweed. [looking for something) Not something found in your everyday garden. [taking out a vial] Nor is this, know what it is?

Harry: Bubble juice, sir?

Snape: Veritaserum. Three drops of this and You-Know-Who himself will spill his darkest secrets. The use of this on a student is... regrettably forbidden. However, should you ever steal from my stores again, my hand might just slip over your morning pumpkin juice.

Harry: I haven't stolen anything.

Snape: Don't lie to me. Gilliweed might be innocuous, but boomslang skin? Lacewing flies? You and your friends are brewing polyjuice potion and believe me, I'm going to find out why.

Snape closed the door in Harry's face. Meanwhile, with Matthew... He's in Balthazar's classroom, training.

Balthazar: So... How's your girlfriend doing?

Matthew: She's doing alright, after the whole second task.

Matthew realized for a moment.

Matthew: Hey, how did you...

Balthazar: Think I wasn't there for that? I saw that happening.

Matthew: Oh, right. The kiss.

Balthazar: Matt, we've talked about this.

Matthew: I know. But...[pleads] That girl, she's the one, man. And you're my mentor, Balthazar. Aren't you supposed to help me to achieve my personal goals?

Balthazar: [sarcastically] Yes! Yes! [Serious] Except I'm not your mentor. I'm your master. And your master says if Horvath catches you out on the street, you'll die. Is she worth that? Think about it, Matt.

Matthew takes Balthazar's statements into consideration for a moment.

Matthew: Fine. I'll be more careful.

Balthazar: Good, now let's continue.

The training continues. Two weeks later, a crowd is cheering for the Third Task. The champions emerge.

Dumbledore: Earlier today Professor Moody placed the tri-wizards cup deep within the maze. Only he knows its exact position. Now as Mr. Diggory...

The crowd cheers on hearing his name.

Dumbledore: ...And Potter and Stutler are tied for first position they will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr. Krum...

The Bulgarian crowd goes nuts

Dumbledore: ...The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter, if at any should a contestant wishes to withdraw from the task, they need only send up red sparks with their wands. Contestants, gather round.

The five contestants gathered around Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: In the maze, you'll find not dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead, you'll face something more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can, but be very weary you could just lose yourselves along the way.

Moody: Champions! Prepare yourselves!

Each headed to their individual entrances. Cedric hugs his father.

Amos: Cedric, good luck.

Cedric: Thanks, Dad.

Matthew looks at his mentor.

Balthazar: Just remember the training, and you'll succeed.

Matthew nodded and then looked at Pansy, sitting with the crowd. She looks very concerned. Matthew waves to her and Pansy smiles and blows him a kiss.

Dumbledore: On the count of three... One.

The cannon fires, cutting off the countdown as Filch shrugs comically. Dumbledore groans. The five champions entered the maze. Once they stepped in, the entrance was blocked. The five champions continue to look for the cup.

As they continue, the maze tends to change, just as Dumbledore said. Heavy mist sets in, and we pan out to see the maze is many stories tall. Harry starts traversing the maze, creature noises are all around.

Cedric is walking along, the maze walls begin to close in on him, making him make a run for it. Matthew walks through the maze. He looks around while maintaining caution. Suddenly, roots emerge from the ground and Matthew makes a run for it. Nearly trip a bit before running.

Fleur is running around scared, she is attacked and knocked down. Viktor comes along and sees she's unconscious on the ground, he walks on. Harry sees Fleur being swallowed into the undergrowth.

Harry: Fleur? Fleur!

But it was already too late as she's already disappeared. Harry draws out his wand and puts it in the air. Firing a red spark up high. A heavy wind starts blowing, walls are closing in, and Harry runs. He sees something shining in the distance and he moves towards it, Viktor tries to zap him but misses. Unaware, Matthew bumps into Harry.

Matthew: Harry! Ahhh!

The magic was about to hit him before he got pushed down.

Cedric: Get down!

Matthew: [avoids]

Cedric: Get down!

Matthew ducks to avoid it.

Cedric: Expelliarmus!

Cedric fires his wand, knocking Viktor back a bit as he's still standing. Cedric runs up and kicks the wand out of Viktor's hand. He points his wand at Viktor's body as if to finish him off, Harry runs up and intervenes.

Harry: No stop! He's bewitched, Cedric!

They struggle.

Cedric: Get off me!

Harry: He's bewitched!

The three champions run through the maze, trying to find a way to the cup. The undergrowth grabs Cedric as he falls to the ground, causing the two to look back, seeing Cedric pinned down with no means of escape.

Matthew: Cedric!

Cedric: Matthew! Harry!

Matthew runs to Cedric, trying to free him. Harry sees this as he aims his wand and zaps at the plant life, freeing Cedric as Matthew helps him up.

Cedric: Thanks.

Harry: No problem.

Matthew: You're welcome.

Cedric: For a moment there, I thought you were gonna let it get me.

Matthew: Me too.

Cedric: Some game, huh?

Matthew: Yeah, some game.

Harry: Indeed.

The wind starts to blow again.

Cedric: Go! Go!

They quickly pick up the pace and run, arriving at the cup.

Cedric: [to Harry] Go on, take it! You saved me, take it!

Harry: Together One...!

Harry, Matthew, and Cedric: Two...! Three!

They grabbed it by the handles, before appearing in a different area.

Matthew: You guys are okay?

Harry: Yeah.

Cedric: Yeah.

They get up as if they are in something empty, except having stones.

Cedric: Where are we?

Matthew: It's a cemetery. But how?

Cedric: [Looks at the Triwizard Cup] The cup it's a portkey. Guys, the cup's a portkey.

Matthew: How can this cup be a Portkey? Someone must've switched it.

Harry: I've been here before... in a dream.

Noticing the death statue holding a plaque with the Riddle family death dates.

Harry: Cedric, Matthew, we have to get back to the cup? Now!

Cedric: What are you talking about?

Wormtail appears from a door, holding Voldemort in his arms, Harry lets out a shout and holds his scar in pain.

Cedric: [concerned] Harry!

Matthew: [concerned] What is it?

Harry: Get back to the cup!

Wormtail and Voldemort walk over to them.

Cedric: [points his wand at them] Who are you?! What do you want?!

Voldemort: Kill the spare and restrain the Prime Merlinean!

Wormtail: Avada Kedavra!

Harry: No!

The spell hits Cedric, falling lifeless.

Harry and Matthew: Cedric!

Matthew slowly grips his hands on the dirt, showing mixed emotions.

Matthew: You... Murderer!

Matthew charges at Wormtail with anger and hatred.

Wormtail: Crucio!

Wormtail waves his wand, causing Matthew to stop as he falls to the ground, screaming in pain.

Harry: Matthew!

Matthew struggles to fight it, but it is too painful to do so.

Wormtail: Incarcerous!

The ropes appear, binding Matthew. Wormtail pulls Harry closer with his wand, then the statue takes hold of Harry and traps him.

Voldemort: Do it, now!

Wormtail drops Voldemort into a cauldron, and Harry and Matthew watch on.

Wormtail: Bones of the father, unwillingly given.

A bone hovers in the air under Peter's control, and he drops it into the cauldron.

Wormtail: Flesh of the servant willingly sacrificed.

He pulls out a knife and slices off his hand as it falls in the cauldron.

Wormtail: Blood of the enemy forcibly taken.

He goes over to Harry, and cuts his arm, making him scream in pain as the blood is on the blade before it drips in the cauldron.

Wormtail: The dark lord... shall rise... again.

Harry screams as the cauldron starts to bubble until it ignites, causing Wormtail to flee, at which the entity was flowing in midair with black smoke going to it, forming into a person.

Voldemort... has returned. He slowly inspects himself, stepping forward to Wormtail.

Voldemort: My wand... Wormtail.

Wormtail hands him the wand and bows deeply.

Voldemort: Hold out your arm.

Wormtail: Master. Thank you.

Horvath: [arrived with Drake] He meant the other arm, you idiot.

This makes Wormtail concerned but does it anyway. Voldemort sticks his wand into Wormtail's arm, touching the marking.

The sky changes with the shape of a face, and then other dark clouds come out, landing on the ground as they materialize different people in cloaks and skull masks.

Drake: Nice.

Voldemort: Welcome my friends. Thirty years it's been, and yet you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself disappointed, not one of you tried to find me.

Voldemort begins slashing angrily at the hooded figures revealing their faces.

Voldemort: Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle!

This frightens Drake a bit to see it, while Horvath is stoic about it.

Voldemort: [turning to the last Death Eater] Not even you... Lucius.

He goes to the last person, removing his mask, as the man falls on his knees.

Lucius: My lord, had I detected any sign or even a whisper of your whereabouts-

Voldemort: There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers.

Lucius: I assure you I never renounced the old ways. [Takes off the hood] The face I have been obliged to present each day since your... absence, that was my true mask.

Wormtail: I returned.

Voldemort: Out of fear, not loyalty. Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail.

Voldemort waves his wand, giving Wormtail a new silver hand.

Wormtail: Thank you, master, thank you.

Voldemort: [to Cedric's corpse] Oh, such a handsome boy.

Matthew: Don't touch him!

Catching the dark sorcerer's attention, looking at them.

Voldemort: Harry. Matthew. I'd almost forgotten about two.

Voldemort walks to Harry and Matthew.

Voldemort: Standing on the ones of my father. I'd introduce you two but word has it you two are as famous as me these days.

Matthew: [coldy] We are not famous like you.

Voldemort: [to everyone] The Prime Merlinean. Destined to destroy Morgana Le Fay. And... Harry Potter. The boy who lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry. Shall I reveal what happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? Yes, I shall. It was love. You see when dear sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter.[swiftly moves closer to Harry] Things have changed. I can touch you... now!

Voldemort places his finger on Harry's head, causing him to scream in pain.

Voldemort: Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do eh Harry?

Horvath: Now for the question part. Where's the Grimhold?

Matthew: I don't know where the doll is.

Horvath: A dreadful liar as well. Perhaps Potter knows.

Matthew: No! Get away from him!

Voldemort: I think I have ways to make him talk. Pick up your wand, Stutler!

Voldemort waves his wand, causing the rope to disappear.

Voldemort: I said pick it up! Get up! Get up!

Matthew quickly grabbed his wand and got up.

Voldemort: You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes. First, we bow to each other.[bows down] Come on now, Matthew, the niceties must be observed, Dumbledore and Balthazar would not want you to forget your manners, now would they? I said bow!

He waves his wand, forcing Matthew to bow.

Harry: Stop it!

Voldemort: That's better. And now... [He runs towards him, hitting him down] Diffindo!

Matthew lets out a painful groan. It felt like his back had just been whipped.

Voldemort: Diffindo!

Matthew gritted his teeth as he felt another slash cut into his back.

Voldemort: Diffindo! Diffindo! Diffindo!

Matthew was beginning to grow numb as Voldemort pointed his wand to his face and cast a spell he did not hear and quickly his face burned in agony.

Voldemort: Crucio!

Matthew wriggles in pain from the same spell before.

Harry: Stop! Leave him alone!

Voldemort: And now you... Potter!

Voldemort slowly turns to Harry, pointing his wand at him. The statue releases him.

Voldemort: Crucio!

Harry and Matthew: [scream in agonizing pain]

Voldemort: Crucio!

He stops, as both of them breathe heavily.

Horvath: This is more entertaining than I thought.

Voldemort: Atta boy, both of you, your parents would be proud. [Slowly shifts towards Harry] Especially your filthy mongrel mother.

Harry: Expelliarums!

Harry angrily waves his wand, firing red magic at Voldemort, but he directs it back at him.

Matthew: Stupefy!

Matthew waves his wand to fire at him, but Voldemort just hits it back at him.

Voldemort: I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you and the Prime Merlinean. After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight, if they speak of any of you, they'll speak only of how you begged for death, and I being a merciful lord obliged. Get up, both of you.

Voldemort uses his magic, forcing them back on their feet. Harry and Matthew quickly run away and hide in fear.

Voldemort: Don't you turn your back on me, Harry Potter! I want you and the Prime Merlinean to look at me when I kill both of you, I want to see the lights leave your eyes!

Matthew: Harry... I'm scared.

Harry turns to see Matthew trembling in fear he never experienced before.

Harry: Me too... but we can fight this. Together.[offers his hand]

Matthew nods as he grabs his hand, gaining his courage back. The two young sorcerers come out from hiding.

Harry: Have it your way.

Harry and Matthew: Expelliarmus/Stupefy!

Voldemort: Avada Kedavra!

Both of them wave their wands and fire their combined spells against Voldemort's spell, getting caught in a struggle.

Drake wants to step in, but Horvath blocks him with his cane.

Voldemort: Do nothing! They're mine to finish!

Harry and Matthew hold their wands with both hands.

Voldemort: They're mine!

The area around them suddenly changes, showing the faint of spiritual energy. Many spirits come out, forming into familiar people. The spirits flew next to Harry and Matthew. They are the late James and Lily Potter.

Matthew: No way...

James: Harry, when the connection is broken, you and Matthew must get to the Portkey! We can delay it for a moment to give you both time, but only a moment, do you understand?

Harry and Matthew nodded. Then they heard a familiar voice.

Cedric: Harry. Matthew. Take my body, will you? Take my body to my father.

Matthew nodded.

Lily: Let go. Sweetheart, you're ready. Let go! Let go!

Harry: [to Matthew] Now!

Harry and Matthew break the connection as the spirits distract Voldemort and the others. They run to get next to Cedric.

Harry: Accio!

The Portkey heads to them as they grab it, disappearing from the graveyard. The spirits fade away. Voldemort and the other noticed that Harry and Matthew had escaped.

Voldemort: [yells in anger and rage]

As they leave, the three return back (two anyway...). The crowd cheers and the music plays. The crowd was oblivious to what was going on, except for certain people as they saw what was happening.

Amos: [to Arthur and hugs him] They did it!

Few get up as they see up close. Harry weeps on Cedric's body. A scream was coming from Fleur. Matthew was badly injured after Voldemort tortured him. Dumbledore and Balthazar head towards the two.

Balthazar: Matt!

Dumbledore: Harry! [He tried to pry him off, but couldn't move]

Harry: No! No!

The music stops.

Fudge: For heaven's sake, Dumbledore, what happened?!

Harry: [scared/devastated] He's back! He's back! Voldemort's back! Horvath is there with him! Cedric asked us to bring his body back! I couldn't leave him! Not there!

Dumbledore: [holds his face] It's alright Harry, it's alright, he's home, the three of you are.

Matthew: [in pain]

Balthazar: Take it easy, take it easy, rest it off.

Fudge: Keep everybody in their seats. [quietly; to McGonagall and Snape] A boy has just been killed.

Everyone was showing concern.

Fudge: The body must be moved, Dumbledore, there are... Too many people.

Balthazar: Matt needs to be in the infirmary immediately.

Amos: Let me through. Let me through!

Amos shoved the crowd away, before seeing Cedric lifeless on the floor.

Amos: [devastated] That's my son! That's my boy!

Amos breaks down wailing.

Amo: [devastated] My boy!

The crowd was shocked and devastated to see the lifeless Cedric. Matthew was being carried to the Hospital Wing. Moody picks up Harry and takes him away.

Moody: Come on, get up. [as Harry resists] Easy, easy!

Harry: No!

Moody: This is not where you want to be right now. Come on.

Pansy looks at Matthew with concern. Moody leads Harry away.

Moody: It's alright. I got you. I got you. Come on. Easy, now.

Later in a different room. Moody enters his office and locks the door behind him. Harry is in the room still sobbing. They sit.

Moody: Are you alright Potter? [Harry nods] Does it hurt? That.

Harry: Not so much, now.

Moody: Perhaps, I'd better take a look at it.

We see Harry's arm, it's bleeding.

Harry: The cup was a portkey. Someone had bewitched it.

Moody: What was it like? What was he like?

Harry: Who?

Moody: The dark lord. What was it like to stand in his presence?

Harry: I dunno. It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams. Into one of my nightmares.

Moody starts shaking and struggling for air, he reaches for his bottle but it's empty. He rushes to a chest with other bottles and struggles to find one.

Moody: Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?

Harry: Um. [in realization] I... I don't... think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor.

Moody: [slowly walking over] "Marvelous creatures dragons, aren't they?" [he starts to look into the nearby cupboards and drawers] Do you think that miserable oaf would have led you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it? Think Cedric Diggory, would have told you to hold the egg under the water if I hadn't told him first myself? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder could have provided you with gilliweed if I hadn't given him the book that led you straight to it? Huh??

Harry: It was you from the beginning. You put my name and Matthew's in the goblet of fire. You bewitched Krum. But yo-

Moody makes sobbing noises making fun of Harry.

Moody: You won because I made it so, Potter. You and Matthew ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done. [He grips Harry's arm as he is in pain] The blood that runs through these veins within the d
Dark Lord.

Walking over to the other side of the room as Harry moves behind the chest.

Moody: Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all... silenced the great Harry Potter.[aimed his wand at Harry]

Dumbledore: Expelliarmus!

A flash of magic occurs and Mad-Eye is knocked into the wall. Dumbledore, Balthazar, McGonagall, and Severus come rushing in. Dumbledore takes Mad-Eye by the neck...

Dumbledore: Severus.

Snape pulls out a vial as he administers some of the veritaserum in him, causing Mad-Eye to wriggle demonically.

Dumbledore: Do you know who I am?

Moody: Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: Are you Alastor Moody? Are ya?

Moody: No.

Dumbledore: Is he in this room? Is he in this room?!

He slowly nods as he gestures to the crate.

Dumbledore: Harry get away from there!

Dumbledore approaches the chest, the chest opens, it contains six smaller chests that pop out one by one, when the final chest is open we see that there's a pit within holding the real Alastor Moody.

Dumbledore: Are you alright Alastor?

Alastor: I'm sorry Albus.

Harry: That's Moody, but then who's...?

Dumbledore holds up one of Mad-Eye's Bottles.

Snape: Polyjuice potion.

Balthazar: Now we know who's been stealing it from your store, Severus.

Dumbledore: We'll get you up in a minute.

Alastor Moody groans, the Mad-Eye Moody they have captive in a chair begins to twitch about restlessly making strange noises, he appears to be transforming; he rips off his fake eyepiece which falls on the floor, and we see that he's transformed into Barty Crouch Junior, he lunges at Harry, but they hold him back into the chair.

Dumbledore: Barty Crouch Junior.

Barty Jr: I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Barty Jr rolls up his sleeve to reveal his dark mark.

Dumbledore: Your arm Harry.

Harry reluctantly holds his hand up, showing his scars.

Barty Jr: You know what this means don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned.

Harry: I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help it.

Dumbledore: Send an owl to Azkaban. I think they'd find they're missing a prisoner.

Barty Jr: I'll be welcomed back like a hero.

Dumbledore: Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes.

Later, at the Hospital Wing, Matthew is lying on the bed. Being unconscious for a while before a door opens. It was Pansy Parkinson. She sits next to Matthew as she holds his hand.

Pansy: Matthew... please wake up... Please... I'm here.

She leans in to kiss Matthew on the cheek, feeling his grip on her hand. Matthew slowly opens his eyes to see Pansy.

Matthew: Pansy...

Pansy: Matthew.

She brings him up as she hugs him.

Pansy: [kisses him on his left cheek many times and kisses his lips] You're ok. You're ok.

Matthew: Easy, easy, I'm still recovering.

Pansy: I was so worried.

Matthew: I know you are, I'm alright now.

Pansy looks at Matthew through his eyes, knowing that his lying.

Matthew: I'm serious.

Pansy: Matthew... it's not your fault.

Matthew sighs as he looks down.

Matthew: I could've done something... I could've saved him, I'm supposed to be a Prime Merlinean... Protecting everyone.

Matthew clenched his fists as he felt regretful for what happened.

Matthew: He died... Because of me and Harry...

Tears slowly appear on his face.

Matthew: This Voldemort... His magic was so strong... I can barely make a spell.

Pansy: Shhh.

She hugs him close, calming him down.

Pansy: It's OK. It's not your fault.

Matthew shed tears as he hugged her deeply. The next day, at The Great Hall, everyone gathered.

Dumbledore: Today we acknowledge a terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard working, intricately fair-minded. And most importantly... A fierce friend.

Everyone is here. Reminiscing the fact about what happened to Cedric.

Dumbledore: Therefore you have the right to know how exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort, having the aid of the Morganians. The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this, but not to do so I think would be an insult to his memory.

Devastation and grief are around them in Hogwarts.

Dumbledore: Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one.

Pansy held Matthew's hand. Matthew turns to her, as he holds her hand. Harry was saddened.

Dumbledore: In the light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain, you remember that.

Balthazar crossed his arms.

Dumbledore: And we'll celebrate a boy who was kind, honest, brave, and true, right to the very end.

In his dorm room, Harry is sitting on a bed when Dumbledore walks in.

Dumbledore: I never liked these curtains. Set them on fire in my fourth year. By accident of course. I put you in terrible danger this year, Harry. I'm sorry.

Harry: Professor... when I was in the graveyard there was a moment... um... when... Voldemort's wand and mine sort of connected.

Dumbledore: Priori Incantatem. You saw your parents that night, didn't you? They reappeared. [Harry nods happily] No spell can reawaken the dead, Harry. I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy. But remember this: You have friends here. You're not alone.

In the courtyard, large crowds gathered, and the pupils were going home. Bidding farewell to everyone. Viktor Krum kisses Hermione on the cheek and hands her some paper.

Viktor: Write to me. Promise.

Hermione: Bye.

Ron is sitting alone. The French sisters approach him, and they both in turn kiss him on the head.

Fleur: Au revoir Ron.

Harry watches as the Beauxbatons girls leave in uniform, the crowd applauds. The Durmstrang boys leave too, shaking hands as they go. After that, the three were gathered.

Ron: Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?

Hermione: No.

Harry: No, I don't think so.

Hermione: Have any of you seen Matthew?

Ron: Haven't seen him. I thought he was with either of you.

At the far side of the hallway, both Matthew and Pansy were engaged in a make-out session.

Harry: Uh, I think I found him.

The trio was shocked to see their best friend, Matthew kissing Pansy.

Harry: Ahem.

They both stop with a blush to see them, watching their session.

Ron: When did this...

Matthew: Nothing happened. We were just...

Hermione: Just what?

Pansy: This.

Pansy slaps Matthew across his face.

Matthew: Ow!

Harry: Sure it wasn't that.

Pansy: Whatever.[leaves]

Pansy turns a side eye at Matthew, winking at him as she leaves. Matthew waves at her. Pansy waves back before giving him a blow kiss. She walked with her friends as Matthew's friends looked at him, surprisingly.

Hermione: So... You two are dating?

Matthew: [rubs the back of his neck] Yeah... For a couple of months.

Harry: Well, you're lucky that you had her in the ball.

Matthew: You're right. I am. To be honest, I thought you guys would be mad at me.

Hermione: No. We're just happy for you. But you could at least tell us.

Matthew: I know.

He heads to his friends. Matthew sees the letter that Pansy left for him.

Pansy: "4 Brakston Gardens, Earls Court, London, SW5 0EN. Don't you DARE, forget to write me..." [Matthew smiles before noticing more on the back] "Ps. Meet me in the last train cart, I love you"

Hermione: Everything's going to change now, isn't it?

Harry: [wholeheartedly] Yes.

Matthew: And we'll face it together.

Matthew puts both Ron and Harry in shoulder hugs. They all laugh.

Hermione: Promise you'll write this summer. [looking at Ron] Three of you.

Ron: [jokingly] Well, I won't. You know I won't!

Hermione: Harry will, won't you?

Harry: Yeah. Every week.

Matthew: So will I.

They look over the balcony, the flying horses pulling a carriage head off into the distance. The Bulgarian's ship goes underwater.

End of Chapter 37