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Y/N's P.O.V. 

She didn't remember much after Moody - at least, she assumed it was Moody - took Harry and herself away. The corridors were dark. Y/N didn't know where she was being taken.

"The cup-" Harry choked out, "The cup was a Portkey..." 

 "Took me and Cedric to a graveyard...and Voldemort was there...Lord Voldemort..." 

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Up the marble stairs...

"The Dark Lord was there? What happened then?" 

"Killed Cedric...they killed Cedric..." 

Y/N let a sob slip. They didn't kill Cedric...they didn't...but they did, and he was gone. Cedric was gone.

"And then?" 

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Along the corridor...

Harry was mumbling, never letting go of Y/N. "Made a potion...got his body back..." 

"The Dark Lord got his body back? He's returned?" Moody sounded excited...but that couldn't be. Y/N must be mistaking the tone in his voice for concern.

Harry kept speaking. Y/N was getting a terrible feeling, but she didn't have the energy to tell him to stop. "And the Death Eaters came...and then we dueled..."

"You dueled with the Dark Lord?"

"Got away... my wand...did something funny...I saw my mum and dad...they came out of his wand..."

"In here, Harry...Miss Sterling...in here, and sit down...You'll be all right now...drink this..." 

Y/N heard a key scrape in a lock and felt a cup being pushed into her hands. She was sitting now, somehow. "Drink it, you two...you'll feel better..." He gave Y/N a once-over. "come on, now, Harry, I need to know exactly what happened..."

Y/N watched Moody helped tip the stuff down Harry's throat; he coughed - Y/N didn't want to drink the liquid, but she supposed that Harry had, so it must be relatively safe. Plus, Moody couldn't do anything with Dumbledore nearby. In fact, she wasn't sure Moody was even a bad person in the first place. 

Taking the risk, Y/N downed the drink. It left a peppery taste on her tongue, and she too coughed, but Moody's office came into sharper focus, and so did Moody himself. . . . He looked as white as Fudge had looked, and both eyes were fixed unblinkingly upon Harry's face. It was eerie. He didn't acknowledge Y/N. "Voldemort's back, Harry? You're sure he's back?"

Y/N's head started to feel a little bit dizzy...a little woozy...

Moody continued "How did he do it?"