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"First think of the person who lives in disguise, Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.
The shiver ran once more around the circle of listening Death Eaters. Voldemort let the silence spiral horribly before continuing.
A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!"
"By all accounts, he is no loss!" blustered Fudge. "It seems he has been responsible for several deaths'."
Crouch took a deep, shuddering breath, then began to speak in a flat, expressionless voice.
"Moody," Harry said. He was still in a state of complete disbelief. "How can it have been Moody?"
At this point. Harry found he could not continue. He looked around at Sirius and saw that he had his face in his hands.
"In here. Harry ... in here, and sit down. . . . You'll be all right now . . . drink this. ..."
Harry did as he was told; Dumbledore covered Moody in the cloak, tucked it around him, and clambered out of the trunk again. Then he picked up the hip flask that stood upon the desk, unscrewed it, and turned it over. A thick glutinous liquid splattered onto the office floor.
"You didn't," Harry said hoarsely. "Cedric gave me the clue -"
"Diggory came back to life?" said Sirius sharply.
"It was carefully planned. My father led me and Winky up to the Top Box early in the day. Winky was to say that she was saving a seat for my father. I was to sit there, invisible. When everyone had left the box, we would emerge. Winky would appear to be alone. Nobody would ever know.
Voldemort raised one of his long white fingers and put it very close to Harry's cheek.
"Dumbledore said stay," said Harry thickly, the pounding in his scar making him feel as though he was about to throw up; his vision was blurring worse than ever.
"That will do to be going on with," said Dumbledore, stepping between them once more.
Cedric and his parents were just inside the door. Viktor Krum was over in a corner, conversing with his dark-haired mother and father in rapid Bulgarian. He had inherited his fathers hooked nose. On the other side of the room, Fleur was jabbering away in French to her mother. Fleur's little sister, Gabrielle, was holding her mother's hand.