Moody wheels, wand pointed at Harry
when the door bursts open and sends
him flying back. In the doorway stands Dumbledore and Severus
Dumbledore takes Mad-Eye by the neck
"Severus.."
Snape reaches into his cloak and removes the Tiny vial of Veritaserum.
Gripping Moody by the hair, Dumbledore
jerks his head back and tips the contents of the vial onto his tongue. Moody wriggles demonically.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Albus Dumbledore." Said Moody, acidly.
"Are you Alastor Moody? Are ya?"
"No."
"Is he in this room? Is he in this room?"
Moody nods and glances toward the trunk.
"Harry get away from there!"
Snape raises his wand and The chest opens, it contains a series of smaller chests. When the final chest is open we see that there's a pit within holding a man the real Alastor Moody.
"Are you alright Alastor?" Dumbledore asked
"I'm sorry Albus."
Harry peers into the trunk, "That's Moody, but then who's...?"
Snape holds up one of Mad-Eye's Bottles and smells it,
"Polyjuice potion."
"Now we know who's been stealing it from your store Severus."
Snape and Harry exchange a look as Dumbledore looks into the pit.
"We'll get you up in a minute."
A squeaking noise is heard. The arms of the chair splinter under the man's spasming Fingers and He rips off his fake eyepiece which falls on the floor,
beginning to Mutate into a Younger man, scarred skin turning smooth, gray hair shifting, the color of a raven.
He's transformed into Barty Crouch Junior.
Barty gasped, "No way!"
Evan whistles, "Damn Bart you haven't aged a day, still fine."
Regulus scoffed, "Can you save the flirting later."
"Barty Crouch Junior."
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He grins at Harry and rolls up his sleeve to reveal the dark mark.
"That sounded so dirty." Sirius snickers
"Your arm Harry."
"You know what this means, don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned."
"Send an owl to Azkaban, think they'll find they're missing a prisoner."
"I'll be welcomed back like a hero."
Regulus stares at his friend sadly, "You went batshit crazy."
"Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes."
[The screen changes to show Primrose who is now awake and Sirius talking in Dumbleodres office]
Sirius's face was white and gaunt as it had been when he had escaped Azkaban. He looks over primroses bruised appearance with a sad look in his eyes.
"That isn't all from the graveyard is it?" Sirius said softly.
Primrose opened her mouth, about to lie it off but the look on Sirius's face, she couldn't lie to him.
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