Well, here is one of my fav chapters in the Goblet of Fire. I don't exactly know why, but it is!!!

Enjoy!!!

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Chapter 19: I Get Knocked Out

I had this feeling of dread wash over me like a tsunami as two figures came out of the maze. One of them was limp, and on the ground. They looked dead. The other figure was screaming and crying as he looked out at the crowd.

I could feel it then- I knew what had happened in that maze.

My scar was burning the whole entire time, and I had screamed out in pain quite a few times.

People had looked at me like I was bonkers- and I was telling Hermione and Ron how much it was hurting, how my hand with the lightning bolt scar was burning terribly. It hurt so much- it was like... an electric current. The zap of pain just... flowing through my body.

I guess my scar was a good conductor of electric current.

Little science joke there.

I didn't think- I had to make sure that the limp body wasn't Harry- so, I ran down to the field.

I was relieved to see that it wasn't my brother who was dead, but once I looked at the face of the dead body...

Cedric Diggory's eyes were open- they were glassy, and white- he was pale, too pale for my liking. I knew he was dead. And I had a feeling that he was back tonight.

I ran up to Harry, and hugged him tight.

"Well, come on. We haven't got all night, you two!" Mad-Eye said to us, with a growl.

I snapped my head up, and looked at him. "Oh... So, I'll come too!"

Moody nodded. "Obviously."

I scowled at him, and he flinched.

Weird, Mad-Eye flinching at my scowl? Harry flinched as well, but Moody?

Him, being scared of my glare? That's actually, uh, suspicious, if you know what I mean. I am a fourteen year old girl. Wow.

The nerve of some people...

Anyway, Harry and I followed him. We ended up in an office- was it Dumbledore's? No, I had realized, it was Moody's own office.

"Now, Potters, I need you to know this..." Mad-Eye had said to us, a smile that seemed to not be his own slowly came upon his scarred face.

"Know what, exactly?" I said with a bit of hesitant in my voice.

My voice had wavered, and Harry looked at me concerned; after all, I had just seen a dead body... But it's not like I haven't before, now is it?

"I was the one who put your name in the cup, Harry. I made the cup a portkey, and made it go to the graveyard!"

Then it hit me- this wasn't Mad-Eye Moody.

I noticed that just about every hour this school year, he would drink from his own special flask.

Oh my God.

He's taking the Polyjuice Potion.

I zoned out for a bit. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but all I do know is that Barty Crouch Jr. was taking the Polyjuice Potion to take on the appearance of Mad-Eye Moody.

That was all I knew, and it was all that I remember, because there was a sharp pan in my head, and it faded to blackness...