The Headmaster made a motion with his wand and the impostor's body became rigid. "I can't bind him. If this person is larger than Moody, the bindings might kill him, and if he's smaller, they would be too loose to hold him," He walked over and sat at his desk. "All we can do now is wait. As much as I want to go get Harry and the other Champions out of the maze, the magical contract requires either they give up or someone becomes a winner by touching the cup," Dumbledore continued to stare at the man on the floor. He kept thinking of Krum attacking Cedric and…and another possible explanation crossed his mind. "Do you know if Krum attacked just Miss Delacour or both Harry and her?"
"I don't sir. I was busy watching the map," Not wanting to bother Harry or Fleur she quickly queried Gabrielle and found out that Krum only tried to curse Fleur and not Harry. When Hermione relayed this information to Dumbledore, a grave expression came over his face.
A silver cat appeared and started to speak to Dumbledore. "Poppy says Krum definitely has all the signs of being under the Imperius Curse. She will keep him unconscious until you say otherwise."
"So it is possible he was trying to kill the other champions and make it look like Harry did it or was it something else something that might still be going on? Could he have been trying to make sure Harry won the tournament? If so why?" Dumbledore pondered the question. "If the clearing was to be a trap Harry would have already set it off. The only thing left for him to do is get the…" It felt like his entire office had dropped thirty degrees as a cold chill descended over the Headmaster's entire body He suddenly remembered it was Moody who placed the cup in the maze. "Miss Granger. Please tell Harry to not touch the cup," He said to the young witch with him.
A stunned Hermione spent a couple of seconds trying to figure out what the Headmaster had just said and why he would ask it. Then she realized Harry was just about to do just that. "HARRY WAIT! Dumbledore said to not..." She stopped as she realized she was too late. Harry had touched the Cup and she felt the bond go silent. She looked at the Headmaster as a wave of fear passed in her eyes. "He touched the cup sir, he's gone."
"Can you ask Miss Gabrielle if she can see the Judge's table?"
"I..I can't; not until Harry is.." She shrugged helplessly.
Dumbledore waited, but knew almost instantly that there was a problem. A portkey of mere yards would only take a second.
It was eight seconds later when Hermione's eyes lit up as she looked at the Headmaster. "He's alive and somewhere. HARRY!" Finally she continued. "Sir, He's all right sir but he's…"
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Harry's feet slammed onto the ground and as he stumbled to a stop his glasses flew off his face.
Three distinct voices came through the bonds he shared but between the mental shouting of his name and questions from all of them, he couldn't think straight. "Quiet please," He mentally requested. "I don't know where I am, give me a minute. I lost my glasses."
Harry spent a minute scrambling around looking for his glasses in the darkness. He let out a sigh of relief when his fingers finally wrapped around them. Quickly he slid them into place and his surroundings came into focus.
"I'm nowhere near the castle. No mountains anywhere," Harry started to his bond mates. He looked around and found himself in a dark overgrown graveyard. "I'm in…wait hold on. There's someone coming."
"Harry, Dumbledore says to be careful."
Harry pulled out his wand and yelled to the person. "Who's there?"
The figure paid no heed to the call as he continued to move steadily closer. With each tombstone the cloaked figure passed, it came readily apparent he was coming directly toward Harry.
Again Harry shouted. "Who are you? Where am I?"
Still the man did not reply as he drew closer and closer. As the figure came into the edge of the wandlight, Harry could start to make out details of the man. He was wearing a cloak and the hood covered his face in it's darkened depths, in his arms, he carried some kind of bundle.
Closer and closer the man moved, seeming oblivious to the Harry but still moving directly toward him.
"Harry, get out of there," Hermione urged. "This is not part of the Tournament. Dumbledore thinks Crouch changed the portkey location on the cup. It was supposed to take you out of the maze to the Judges table."
The man stopped abruptly beside a tombstone that stretch upward over six feet.
"Arry, what's going on? Where are you?"
"I…I don't know but someone's here," Harry replied. As a knot developed in his stomach, his fingers wrapped around his wand a little tighter.
"Harry, Dumbledore thinks…" Hermione started again, but as Harry continued to stare at the man and his bundle a high cold voice said only "Prepare him," The voice seemed to come from the bundle the man was setting down next to a tombstone.
As the shorter man stood back up his hood slipped from his head and Harry came face to face with his parent's betrayer, Peter Pettigrew.
"You!" Harry gasped. His wandlight disappeared in an instant quickly followed up by the disarming spell. "Expelliarmus!"
Wormtail, stunned by the disappearance of the bright light, was slow, but still managed to get his shield was up just in time to deflect the spell.
"Diffindo!" Harry yelled as he started to back away from the Wormtail. This time Pettigrew missed blocking the hex and it ripped into Peter's thigh drawing blood, almost taking him to the ground.
"Fool!" The high-pitched voice said again. "He is but a boy. Can you not do anything? Do not fail me Wormtail or you will suffer."
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