Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter thirty seven- broken promises

I followed the pair of them up the stairs, down the hallway, al the while Professor Moody was asking Harry questions about the maze

"What happened, Harry?" He asked gruffly, his wooden clunking against the floor
"Cup was a portkey" Harry said, sounding incredibly weak

A portkey? Is that part of the task?

"Took me and Cedric to a graveyard..."

Cedric? He's probably down at the maze

"And Voldemort was there"

Okay definitely not part of the task

"The dark lord was there?"

I've only ever seen death eaters call Voldemort that...

He continued to refer to Lord Voldemort as the dark lord, and the pit of suspicion in my stomach grew larger as they stopped in front of the defense against the dark arts classroom. He carried Harry in, before closing the door and I leaned against it, straining to hear the conversation inside.

"And the death eaters...they returned?"

I gulped. Was Bellatrix there? She would go, if Voldemort had really returned...

"Yes...loads of them..." Harry answered
"How did he treat them? Did he forgive them?"

What? How is that relevant?

The noise of wood scraping against the floor could be heard, as well as Harry's voice, more frantic than before

"There's a Death Eater at Hogwarts! There's a Death Eater here — they put my name in the Goblet of Fire, they made sure I got through to the end-"
"I know who the death eater is" Professor Moody said quietly
"Karkaroff? Where is he? Have you got him, is he locked up?"
"Karkaroff fled tonight, when he felt the Dark Mark burn upon his arm"  Professor Moody said with an odd laugh, "He betrayed too many faithful supporters of the dark lord to wish to meet them...but I doubt he will get far...the dark lord has ways of tracking his enemies...I was the one who put your name in the goblet of fire...I was the one who replicated Lestrange's handwriting on the paper"

Shit. Get out of there Harry

"I asked you"Moody continued, and I drew my wand out, my other hand resting upon the wooden door, "whether he forgave the scum who never even went to look for him. Those treacherous cowards who wouldn't even brave Azkaban for him. The faithless, worthless bits of filth who were brave enough to cavort in masks at the Quidditch World Cup, but fled at the sight of the Dark Mark when I fired it into the sky."
"You fired . . . What are you talking about . . . ?" Harry said, his voice disbelieving
"I told you, Harry . . . I told you. If there's one thing I hate more than any other, it's a Death Eater who walked free. They turned their backs on my master when he needed them most. I expected him to punish them. I expected him to torture them. Tell me he hurt them, Harry. Tell em he told them that I, I alone remained faithful...prepared to risk everything to deliver to him the one thing he wanted above all...you"
"You're mad..."

my hands were shaking, but I was determined

"Mad, am I? We'll see! We'll see who's mad now that the Dark Lord has returned, with me by his side! He is back, Harry Potter-you did not conquer him! And now.. I conquer you!"
"STUPEFY!" I yelled, pointing my wand at Moody as I burst into the classroom. He dodged the curse  and sent one flying at me, which I deflected, "EXPELLIARMUS!"