Survival is the Key (Harry Potter fan fiction)

Chapter Thirteen- I saved him

I opened my eyes to see people surrounding my bed. Harry, Mum, Dad, Hermione, Ginny, Ced, Ceez, Ron and a random girl. "Who are you" I asked the girl. She had blonde hair which was quite long and straight, brown eyes, I also noticed how short she was. "This is my lovely girl friend Hazel Quirke" Ron said smiling holding her hand. I noticed the jealousy in Mione's eyes. I looked back at Hazel, she was smiling at me like she wanted to be friends. "What happened" I asked.

"Well after you and Cedric came back, you passed out. You were muttering about You-Know-Who" said Mum

"Moody tried to take me and he did" continued Harry

"We later found out how Crouch died, and that Moody was actually Barty Crouch Jr. And the real Moody was in his trunk" said Dad.

"Oh okay" I said. A girl came running in. "I got put in Hufflepuff, Ceez." Ceez turned around. "I'll be back" she said then she ran off. Harry suddenly said "Here's the real story

(Just imagine the bits as they would be in this book oh and Naomi's out cold so Harry went along)

The Cup was a Portkey," said Harry as they crossed the entrance hall. "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. . . ."

"And then?"

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

"Made a potion . . . got his body back. . . ."

"The Dark Lord got his body back? He's returned?"

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

Harry heard a key scrape in a lock and felt a cup being pushed into his hands.

"Drink it... you'll feel better . . . come on, now. Harry, I need to know exactly what happened. ..."

Moody helped tip the stuff down Harrys throat; he coughed, a peppery taste burning his throat. 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.

"Voldemort's back, Harry? You're sure he's back? How did he do it?"

"He took stuff from his father's grave, and from Wormtail, and me," said Harry. His head felt clearer; his scar wasn't hurting so badly; he could now see Moodys face distinctly, even though the office was dark. He could still hear screaming and shouting from the distant Quidditch field.

"What did the Dark Lord take from you?" said Moody.

"Blood," said Harry, raising his arm. His sleeve was ripped where Wormtail's dagger had torn it.

Moody let out his breath in a long, low hiss.

"And the Death Eaters? They returned?"

"Yes," said Harry. "Loads of them . . ."

"How did he treat them?" Moody asked quietly. "Did he forgive them?"

But Harry had suddenly remembered. He should have told Dumbledore, he should have said it straightaway -