Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page #7

The name. Give me the wretched name!

Barty Crouch...

...Junior.

Hold him down!

Get your filthy hands off me, you pathetic little men!

Hello, Father.

You are no son of mine.

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.

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.

It's maddening.

Sir? Mr. Crouch's son.

What exactly happened to him?

He was sent to Azkaban. Destroyed Barty to do it.

But he had no choice. The evidence was overwhelming.

Why do you ask? 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.

Have there been others like this dream? Yes.

Always the same one.

Sir, these dreams...

...what I see, you don't think it's actually happening, do you?

I think it's unwise for you to linger over these dreams, Harry.

I think it's best if you simply...

...cast them away.

It's a sign, Severus. You know what it means as well as I.

Potter!

What's your hurry?

Congratulations, your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring.

Gillyweed, am I correct?

Yes, sir.

Ingenious.

A rather rare herb, gillyweed.

Not something found in your everyday garden.

Nor is this.

Know what it is?

Bubble juice, sir?

Veritaserum.

Three drops of this and You-Know-Who himself would spill his darkest secrets.

The use of it on a student is, regrettably, forbidden. However...

...should you ever steal from my personal stores again...

...my hand might just slip over your morning pumpkin juice.

I haven't stolen anything. Don't lie to me.

Gillyweed may be innocuous, but boomslang skin, lacewing flies?

You and your little friends are brewing Polyjuice Potion, and believe me...

...I'm going to find out why!

Yeah! Yeah!

Sonorus!

Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup deep within the maze.

Only he knows its exact position. Now, as Mr. Diggory...

...and Mr. Potter...

...are tied for first position...

...they will be the first to enter the maze, followed by Mr. Krum...

...and Miss Delacour. Come on! Krum! Krum! Krum!

The first person to touch the cup will be the winner!

I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter.

Should, at any point, a contestant wish to withdraw from the task...

...he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands.

Contestants! Gather around. Quickly!

In the maze, you'll find no dragons or creatures of the deep.

Instead, you'll face something even more challenging.

You see, people change in the maze.

Oh, find the cup if you can.

But be very wary, you could just lose yourselves along the way.

Champions, prepare yourselves!

Good luck.

My boy. See you later, Dad.

On the count of three. One...

Fleur?

Fleur.

Periculum!

Get down!

Get down!

Expelliarmus!

No, don't! Stop! He's bewitched, Cedric!

Get off me! He's bewitched!

Yes.

Harry!

Harry!

Harry!

Harry!

Reducto!

Thanks. No problem.

You know, for a moment there, I thought you were gonna let it get me.

For a moment, so did I.

Some game, huh?

Some game.

Go!

Go on, take it. You saved me, take it!

Together. One, two... Two...

...three! ...three!

You okay? Yeah. You?

Where are we?

I've been here before.

It's a Portkey.

Harry, the cup is a Portkey. I've been here before, in a dream.

Cedric! We have to get back to the cup. Now!

What are you talking about?

Harry! What is it? Get back to the cup!

Who are you? What do you want? Kill the spare.

Avada Kedavra! No! Cedric!

Do it! Now!

Bone of the father...

...unwillingly given.

Flesh of the servant...

...willingly sacrificed.

And blood of the enemy...

...forcibly taken.

The Dark Lord shall rise...

...again.

My wand, Wormtail.

Hold out your arm.

Master.

Thank you, master.

The other arm, Wormtail.

Welcome, my friends.

Thirteen years it's been, and yet...

...here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday.

I confess myself...

...disappointed.

Not one of you tried to find me.

Crabbe! Macnair!

Goyle!

Not even you...

...Lucius.

My Lord, had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts...

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

I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways.

The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence...

...that is my true mask.

I returned.

Out of fear, not loyalty.

Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail.

Thank you, master.

Thank you.

Such a handsome boy. Don't touch him!

Harry.

I'd almost forgotten you were here.

Standing on the bones of my father. Yeah.

I'd introduce you...

...but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days.

The boy who lived.

How lies have fed your legend, Harry.

Shall I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago?

Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers?

Yes, shall I?

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.

Things have changed.

I can touch you...

...now.

Yeah.

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

Pick up your wand, Potter.

I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up!

You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes?

First, we bow to each other.

Come on, now, Harry. The niceties must be observed.

Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he?

I said, bow.

That's better. And now... No.

Crucio!

Crucio!

Attaboy, Harry.

Your parents would be proud.

Especially your filthy Muggle mother.

Expelliar...

I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter.

I'm going to destroy you.

After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers.

After tonight, if they speak of you...

...they'll speak only of how you...

...begged for death.

And I, being a merciful Lord...

...obliged.

Get up!

Don't you turn your back on me, Harry Potter!

I want you to look at me when I kill you!

I want to see the light leave your eyes!

Have it your way.

Expelliarmus! Avada Kedavra!

Do nothing! He's mine to finish!

He's mine!

Harry, when the connection is broken, you must get to the Portkey.

We can linger for a moment to give you some time...

...but only a moment. Do you understand?

Harry, take my body back, will you?

Take my body back to my father.

Let go.

Sweetheart, you're ready.

Let go! Let go!

Accio!

No!

He did it!

Harry!

Harry!

No! No! No, don't!

For God's sake, Dumbledore, what's happened?

He's back. He's back.

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