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Harry turned away from the window and stared up into the rafters. The many perches were half-empty; every now and then, another owl would swoop in through one of the windows, returning from its night's hunting with a mouse in its beak.
â€œIf Snape hadn't held me up,â€ Harry said bitterly, â€œwe might've got there in time. â€˜The headmaster is busy. Potterâ€¦what's this rubbish, Potter?â€™ Why couldn't he have just got out of the way?â€
â€œMaybe he didn't want you to get there!â€ said Ron quickly. â€œMaybe - hang on - how fast d'you reckon he could've gotten down to the forest? D'you reckon he could've beaten you and Dumbledore there?â€
â€œNot unless he can turn himself into a bat or something,â€ said Harry.
â€œWouldn't put it past him,â€ Ron muttered.
â€œWe need to see Professor Moody,â€ said Hermione. â€œWe need to find out whether he found Mr. Crouch.â€
â€œIf he had the Marauder's Map on him, it would've been easy,â€ said Harry.
â€œUnless Crouch was already outside the grounds,â€ said Ron, â€œbecause it only shows up to the boundaries, doesn't -â€
â€œShh!â€ said Hermione suddenly.
Somebody was climbing the steps up to the Owlery. Harry could hear two voices arguing, coming closer and closer.
â€œ- that's blackmail, that is, we could get into a lot of trouble for that-â€
â€œ- we've tried being polite; it's time to play dirty, like him. He wouldn't like the Ministry of Magic knowing what he did -â€
â€œI'm telling you, if you put that in writing, it's blackmail!â€
â€œYeah, and you won't be complaining if we get a nice fat payoff, will you?â€
The Owlery door banged open. Fred and George came over the threshold, then froze at the sight of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
â€œWhat're you doing here?â€ Ron and Fred said at the same time.
â€œSending a letter,â€ said Harry and George in unison.
â€œWhat, at this time?â€ said Hermione and Fred.
â€œFine - we won't ask you what you're doing, if you don't ask us,â€ he said.
He was holding a sealed envelope in his hands. Harry glanced at it, but Fred, whether accidentally or on purpose, shifted his hand so that the name on it was covered.
â€œWell, don't let us hold you up,â€ Fred said, making a mock bow and pointing at the door.
Ron didn't move. â€œWho're you blackmailing?â€ he said.
The grin vanished from Fred's face. Harry saw George half glance at Fred, before smiling at Ron.
â€œDon't be stupid, I was only joking,â€ he said easily.
â€œDidn't sound like that,â€ said Ron.
Fred and George looked at each other. Then Fred said abruptly, â€œI've told you before, Ron, keep your nose out if you like it the shape it is. Can't see why you would, but -â€
â€œIt's my business if you're blackmailing someone,â€ said Ron. â€œGeorge's right, you could end up in serious trouble for that.â€
â€œTold you, I was joking,â€ said George. He walked over to Fred, pulled the letter out of his hands, and began attaching it to the leg of the nearest barn owl. â€œYou're starting to sound a bit like our dear older brother, you are, Ron. Carry on like this and you'll be made a prefect.â€
â€œNo, I won't!â€ said Ron hotly.
George carried the barn owl over to the window and it took off. George turned around and grinned at Ron.
â€œWell, stop telling people what to do then. See you later.â€
He and Fred left the Owlery. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at one another.
â€œYou don't think they know something about all this, do you?â€ Hermione whispered. â€œAbout Crouch and everything?â€
â€œNo,â€ said Harry. â€œIf it was something that serious, they'd tell someone. They'd tell Dumbledore.â€
Ron, however, was looking uncomfortable.
â€œWhat's the matter?â€ Hermione asked him.
â€œWellâ€¦â€ said Ron slowly, â€œI dunno if they would. They'reâ€¦they're obsessed with making money lately, I noticed it when I was hanging around with them - when - you know -â€
â€œWe weren't talking.â€ Harry finished the sentence for him. â€œYeah, but blackmailâ€¦â€
â€œIt's this joke shop idea they've got,â€ said Ron. â€œI thought they were only saying it to annoy Mum, but they really mean it, they want to start one. They've only got a year left at Hogwarts, they keep going on about how it's time to think about their future, and Dad can't help them, and they need gold to get started.â€
Hermione was looking uncomfortable now.
â€œYes, butâ€¦they wouldn't do anything against the law to get gold.â€
â€œWouldn't they?â€ said Ron, looking skeptical. â€œI dunnoâ€¦they don't exactly mind breaking rules, do they?â€
â€œYes, but this is the law,â€ said Hermione, looking scared. â€œThis isn't some silly school rule.â€¦They'll get a lot more than detention for blackmail! Ronâ€¦maybe you'd better tell Percy.â€¦â€
â€œAre you mad?â€ said Ron. â€œTell Percy? He'd probably do a Crouch and turn them in.â€ He stared at the window through which Fred and George's owl had departed, then said, â€œCome on, let's get some breakfast.â€
â€œD'you think it's too early to go and see Professor Moody?â€ Hermione said as they went down the spiral staircase.
â€œYes,â€ said Harry. â€œHe'd probably blast us through the door if we wake him at the crack of dawn; he'll think we're trying to attack him while he's asleep. Let's give it till break.â€
History of Magic had rarely gone so slowly. Harry kept checking Ron's watch, having finally discarded his own, but Ron's was moving so slowly he could have sworn it had stopped working too. All three of them were so tired they could happily have put their heads down on the desks and slept; even Hermione wasn't taking her usual notes, but was sitting with her head on her hand, gazing at Professor Binns with her eyes out of focus.
When the bell finally rang, they hurried out into the corridors toward the Dark Arts classroom and found Professor Moody leaving it. He looked as tired as they felt. The eyelid of his normal eye was drooping, giving his face an even more lopsided appearance than usual.
â€œProfessor Moody?â€ Harry called as they made their way toward him through the crowd.
â€œHello, Potter,â€ growled Moody. His magical eye followed a couple of passing first years, who sped up, looking nervous; it rolled into the back of Moody's head and watched them around the corner before he spoke again.
â€œCome in here.â€
He stood back to let them into his empty classroom, limped in after them, and closed the door.
â€œDid you find him?â€ Harry asked without preamble. â€œMr. Crouch?â€
â€œNo,â€ said Moody. He moved over to his desk, sat down, stretched out his wooden leg with a slight groan, and pulled out his hip flask.
â€œDid you use the map?â€ Harry said.
â€œOf course,â€ said Moody, taking a swig from his flask. â€œTook a leaf out of your book, Potter. Summoned it from my office into the forest. He wasn't anywhere on there.â€
â€œSo he did Disapparate?â€ said Ron.
â€œYou can't Disapparate on the grounds, Ron!â€ said Hermione. â€œThere are other ways he could have disappeared, aren't there, Professor?â€
Moody's magical eye quivered as it rested on Hermione. â€œYou're another one who might think about a career as an Auror,â€ he told her. â€œMind works the right way. Granger.â€
Hermione flushed pink with pleasure.
â€œWell, he wasn't invisible,â€ said Harry. â€œThe map shows invisible people. He must've left the grounds, then.â€
â€œBut under his own steam?â€ said Hermione eagerly, â€œor because someone made him?â€
â€œYeah, someone could've - could've pulled him onto a broom and flown off with him, couldn't they?â€ said Ron quickly, looking hopefully at Moody as if he too wanted to be told he had the makings of an Auror.
â€œWe can't rule out kidnap,â€ growled Moody.
â€œSo,â€ said Ron, â€œd'you reckon he's somewhere in Hogsmeade?â€
â€œCould be anywhere,â€ said Moody, shaking his head. â€œOnly thing we know for sure is that he's not here.â€
He yawned widely, so that his scars stretched, and his lopsided mouth revealed a number of missing teeth. Then he said, â€œNow, Dumbledore's told me you three fancy yourselves as investigators, but there's nothing you can do for Crouch. The Ministry'll be looking for him now, Dumbledore's notified them. Potter, you just keep your mind on the third task.â€
â€œWhat?â€ said Harry. â€œOh yeahâ€¦â€
He hadn't given the maze a single thought since he'd left it with Krum the previous night.
â€œShould be right up your street, this one,â€ said Moody, looking up at Harry and scratching his scarred and stubbly chin. â€œFrom what Dumbledore's said, you've managed to get through stuff like this plenty of times. Broke your way through a series of obstacles guarding the Sorcerers Stone in your first year, didn't you?â€
â€œWe helped,â€ Ron said quickly. â€œMe and Hermione helped.â€
â€œWell, help him practice for this one, and I'll be very surprised if he doesn't win,â€ said Moody. â€œIn the meantimeâ€¦constant vigilance, Potter. Constant vigilance.â€ He took another long draw from his hip flask, and his magical eye swiveled onto the window. The topmost sail of the Durmstrang ship was visible through it.
â€œYou two,â€ counseled Moody, his normal eye on Ron and Hermione, â€œyou stick close to Potter, all right? I'm keeping an eye on things, but all the sameâ€¦you can never have too many eyes out.â€
Sirius sent their owl back the very next morning. It fluttered down beside Harry at the same moment that a tawny owl landed in front of Hermione, clutching a copy of the Daily Prophet in its beak. She took the newspaper, scanned the first few pages, said, â€œHa! She hasn't got wind of Crouch!â€ then joined Ron and Harry in reading what Sirius had to say on the mysterious events of the night before last.
what do you think you are playing at, walking off into the forest with Viktor Krum? I want you to swear, by return owl, that you are not going to go walking with anyone else at night. There is somebody highly dangerous at Hogwarts. It is clear to me that they wanted to stop Crouch from seeing Dumbledore and you were probably feet away from them in the dark. You could have been killed.
Your name didn't get into the Goblet of Fire by accident. If someone's trying to attack you, they're on their last chance. Stay close to Ron and Hermione, do not leave Gryffindor Tower after hours, and arm yourself for the third task. Practice Stunning and Disarming. A few hexes wouldn't go amiss either. There's nothing you can do about Crouch. Keep your head down and look after yourself. I'm waiting for your letter giving me your word you won't stray out-of-bounds again.
â€œWho's he, to lecture me about being out-of-bounds?â€ said Harry in mild indignation as he folded up Sirius's letter and put it inside his robes. â€œAfter all the stuff he did at school!â€
â€œHe's worried about you!â€ said Hermione sharply. â€œJust like Moody and Hagrid! So listen to them!â€
â€œNo one's tried to attack me all year,â€ said Harry. â€œNo one's done anything to me at all-â€
â€œExcept put your name in the Goblet of Fire,â€ said Hermione. â€œAnd they must've done that for a reason. Harry. Snuffles is right. Maybe they've been biding their time. Maybe this is the task they're going to get you.â€
â€œLook,â€ said Harry impatiently, â€œlet's say Sirius is right, and someone Stunned Krum to kidnap Crouch. Well, they would've been in the trees near us, wouldn't they? But they waited till I was out of the way until they acted, didn't they? So it doesn't look like I'm their target, does it?â€
â€œThey couldn't have made it look like an accident if they'd murdered you in the forest!â€ said Hermione. â€œBut if you die during a task-â€
â€œThey didn't care about attacking Krum, did they?â€ said Harry. â€œWhy didn't they just polish me off at the same time? They could've made it look like Krum and I had a duel or something.â€
â€œHarry, I don't understand it either,â€ said Hermione desperately. â€œI just know there are a lot of odd things going on, and I don't like it.â€¦Moody's right - Sirius is right - you've got to get in training for the third task, straight away. And you make sure you write back to Sirius and promise him you're not going to go sneaking off alone again.â€
The Hogwarts grounds never looked more inviting than when Harry had to stay indoors. For the next few days he spent all of his free time either in the library with Hermione and Ron, looking up hexes, or else in empty classrooms, which they sneaked into to practice. Harry was concentrating on the Stunning Spell, which he had never used before. The trouble was that practicing it involved certain sacrifices on Ron's and Hermione's part.
â€œCan't we kidnap Mrs. Norris?â€ Ron suggested on Monday lunchtime as he lay flat on his back in the middle of their Charms classroom, having just been Stunned and reawoken by Harry for the fifth time in a row. â€œLet's Stun her for a bit. Or you could use Dobby, Harry, I bet he'd do anything to help you. I'm not complaining or anythingâ€ - he got gingerly to his feet, rubbing his backside - â€œbut I'm aching all over.â€¦â€
â€œWell, you keep missing the cushions, don't you!â€ said Hermione impatiently, rearranging the pile of cushions they had used for the Banishing Spell, which Flitwick had left in a cabinet. â€œJust try and fall backward!â€
â€œOnce you're Stunned, you can't aim too well, Hermione! â€œsaid Ron angrily. â€œWhy don't you take a turn?â€
â€œWell, I think Harry's got it now, anyway,â€ said Hermione hastily. â€œAnd we don't have to worry about Disarming, because he's been able to do that for ages.â€¦I think we ought to start on some of these hexes this evening.â€
She looked down the list they had made in the library.
â€œI like the look of this one,â€ she said, â€œthis Impediment Curse. Should slow down anything that's trying to attack you. Harry. We'll start with that one.â€
The bell rang. They hastily shoved the cushions back into Flitwick's cupboard and slipped out of the classroom.
â€œSee you at dinner!â€ said Hermione, and she set off for Arithmancy, while Harry and Ron headed toward North Tower, and Divination. Broad strips of dazzling gold sunlight tell across the corridor from the high windows. The sky outside was so brightly blue it looked as though it had been enameled.
â€œIt's going to be boiling in Trelawney's room, she never puts out that fire,â€ said Ron as they started up the staircase toward the silver ladder and the trapdoor.
He was quite right. The dimly lit room was swelteringly hot. The fumes from the perfumed fire were heavier than ever. Harry's head swam as he made his way over to one of the curtained windows. While Professor Trelawney was looking the other way, disentangling her shawl from a lamp, he opened it an inch or so and settled back in his chintz armchair, so that a soft breeze played across his face. It was extremely comfortable.
â€œMy dears,â€ said Professor Trelawney, sitting down in her winged armchair in front of the class and peering around at them all with her strangely enlarged eyes, â€œwe have almost finished our work on planetary divination. Today, however, will be an excellent opportunity to examine the effects of Mars, for he is placed most interestingly at the present time. If you will all look this way, I will dim the lights.â€¦â€
She waved her wand and the lamps went out. The fire was the only source of light now. Professor Trelawney bent down and lifted, from under her chair, a miniature model of the solar system, contained within a glass dome. It was a beautiful thing; each of the moons glimmered in place around the nine planets and the fiery sun, all of them hanging in thin air beneath the glass. Harry watched lazily as Professor Trelawney began to point out the fascinating angle Mars was making to Neptune. The heavily perfumed fumes washed over him, and the breeze from the window played across his face. He could hear an insect humming gently somewhere behind the curtain. His eyelids began to droop.â€¦
He was riding on the back of an eagle owl, soaring through the clear blue sky toward an old, ivy-covered house set high on a hillside. Lower and lower they flew, the wind blowing pleasantly in Harry's face, until they reached a dark and broken window in the upper story of the house and entered. Now they were flying along a gloomy passageway, to a room at the very endâ€¦through the door they went, into a dark room whose windows were boarded up.â€¦
Harry had left the owl's backâ€¦he was watching, now, as it fluttered across the room, into a chair with its back to him.â€¦There were two dark shapes on the floor beside the chairâ€¦both of them were stirring.â€¦
One was a huge snakeâ€¦the other was a manâ€¦a short, balding man, a man with watery eyes and a pointed noseâ€¦he was wheezing and sobbing on the hearth rug.â€¦
â€œYou are in luck, Wormtail,â€ said a cold, high-pitched voice from the depths of the chair in which the owl had landed. â€œYou are very fortunate indeed. Your blunder has not ruined everything. He is dead.â€
â€œMy Lord!â€ gasped the man on the floor. â€œMy Lord, I amâ€¦I am so pleasedâ€¦and so sorry.â€¦â€
â€œNagini,â€ said the cold voice, â€œyou are out of luck. I will not be feeding Wormtail to you, after allâ€¦but never mind, never mindâ€¦there is still Harry Potter.â€¦â€
The snake hissed. Harry could see its tongue fluttering.
â€œNow, Wormtail,â€ said the cold voice, â€œperhaps one more little reminder why I will not tolerate another blunder from you.â€¦â€
â€œMy Lordâ€¦noâ€¦I beg youâ€¦â€
The tip of a wand emerged from around the back of the chair. It was pointing at Wormtail.
â€œCrucio!â€ said the cold voice.
Wormtail screamed, screamed as though every nerve in his body were on fire, the screaming filled Harry's ears as the scar on his forehead seared with pain; he was yelling tooâ€¦Voldemort would hear him, would know he was there.â€¦
Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor of Professor Trelawney's room with his hands over his face. His scar was still burning so badly that his eyes were watering. The pain had been real. The whole class was standing around him, and Ron was kneeling next to him, looking terrified.
â€œYou all right?â€ he said.
â€œOf course he isn't!â€ said Professor Trelawney, looking thoroughly excited. Her great eyes loomed over Harry, gazing at him. â€œWhat was it. Potter? A premonition? An apparition? What did you see?â€
â€œNothing,â€ Harry lied. He sat up. He could feel himself shaking. He couldn't stop himself from looking around, into the shadows behind him; Voldemort's voice had sounded so close.â€¦
â€œYou were clutching your scar!â€ said Professor Trelawney. â€œYou were rolling on the floor, clutching your scar! Come now. Potter, I have experience in these matters!â€
Harry looked up at her.
â€œI need to go to the hospital wing, I think,â€ he said. â€œBad headache.â€
â€œMy dear, you were undoubtedly stimulated by the extraordinary clairvoyant vibrations of my room!â€ said Professor Trelawney. â€œIf you leave now, you may lose the opportunity to see further than you have ever -â€
â€œI don't want to see anything except a headache cure,â€ said Harry.
He stood up. The class backed away. They all looked unnerved.
â€œSee you later,â€ Harry muttered to Ron, and he picked up his bag and headed for the trapdoor, ignoring Professor Trelawney, who was wearing an expression of great frustration, as though she had just been denied a real treat.
When Harry reached the bottom of her stepladder, however, he did not set off for the hospital wing. He had no intention whatsoever of going there. Sirius had told him what to do if his scar hurt him again, and Harry was going to follow his advice: He was going straight to Dumbledore's office. He marched down the corridors, thinking about what he had seen in the dreamâ€¦it had been as vivid as the one that had awoken him on Privet Drive.â€¦He ran over the details in his mind, trying to make sure he could remember them.â€¦He had heard Voldemort accusing Wormtail of making a blunderâ€¦but the owl had brought good news, the blunder had been repaired, somebody was deadâ€¦so Wormtail was not going to be fed to the snakeâ€¦he, Harry, was going to be fed to it instead.â€¦
Harry had walked right past the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to Dumbledores office without noticing. He blinked, looked around, realized what he had done, and retraced his steps, stopping in front of it. Then he remembered that he didn't know the password.
â€œSherbet lemon?â€ he tried tentatively.
The gargoyle did not move.
â€œOkay,â€ said Harry, staring at it, â€œPear Drop. Er - Licorice Wand. Fizzing Whizbee. Drooble's Best Blowing Gum. Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beansâ€¦oh no, he doesn't like them, does he?â€¦oh just open, can't you?â€ he said angrily. â€œI really need to see him, its urgent!â€
The gargoyle remained immovable.
Harry kicked it, achieving nothing but an excruciating pain in his big toe.
â€œChocolate Frog!â€ he yelled angrily, standing on one leg. â€œSugar Quill! Cockroach Cluster!â€
The gargoyle sprang to life and jumped aside. Harry blinked.
â€œCockroach Cluster?â€ he said, amazed. â€œI was only joking.â€¦â€
He hurried through the gap in the walls and stepped onto the foot of a spiral stone staircase, which moved slowly upward as the doors closed behind him, taking him up to a polished oak door with a brass door knocker.
He could hear voices from inside the office. He stepped off the moving staircase and hesitated, listening.
â€œDumbledore, I'm afraid I don't see the connection, don't see it at all!â€ It was the voice of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. â€œLudo says Berthas perfectly capable of getting herself lost. I agree we would have expected to have found her by now, but all the same, we've no evidence of foul play, Dumbledore, none at all. As for her disappearance being linked with Barty Crouch's!â€
â€œAnd what do you thinks happened to Barty Crouch, Minister?â€ said Moody's growling voice.
â€œI see two possibilities, Alastor,â€ said Fudge. â€œEither Crouch has finally cracked - more than likely, I'm sure you'll agree, given his personal history - lost his mind, and gone wandering off somewhere -â€
â€œHe wandered extremely quickly, if that is the case, Cornelius,â€ said Dumbledore calmly.
â€œOr else - wellâ€¦â€ Fudge sounded embarrassed. â€œWell, I'll reserve judgment until after I've seen the place where he was found, but you say it was just past the Beauxbatons carriage? Dumbledore, you know what that woman is?â€
â€œI consider her to be a very able headmistress - and an excellent dancer,â€ said Dumbledore quietly.
â€œDumbledore, come!â€ said Fudge angrily. â€œDon't you think you might be prejudiced in her favor because of Hagrid? They don't all turn out harmless - if, indeed, you can call Hagrid harmless, with that monster fixation he's got -â€
â€œI no more suspect Madame Maxime than Hagrid,â€ said Dumbledore, just as calmly. â€œI think it possible that it is you who are prejudiced, Cornelius.â€
â€œCan we wrap up this discussion?â€ growled Moody.
â€œYes, yes, let's go down to the grounds, then,â€ said Fudge impatiently.
â€œNo, it's not that,â€ said Moody, â€œit's just that Potter wants a word with you, Dumbledore. He's just outside the door.â€
The Goblet Of Fire
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