The Twilight Saga

What if, after Eclipse, Bella and Edward had an opportunity of a lifetime - what if Dumbledore and Carlisle were old friends, and Dumbledore comes asking for help?


What happens when Edward enters the Goblet of Fire...


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** Cullens and other Twilight Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer **
** Wizards and other Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling **
** Storyline loosely follows 'The Goblet of Fire' by JK Rowling **

Story Adaptation by Erica Bailey

Other Fan Fiction by Erica:

Actors Hooked on Fan Fiction COMPLETE
Dawn of the Phoenix: Cedric goes to Forks IN PROGRESS

One Shots:

Edward Decides to Leave COMPLETE

The following chapters, after chapter 1, are hyperlinked. To get to the next chapter, simply click on the chapter title and it should redirect you to the next chapter. Happy reading!

Chapter 1 in main post
Chapter 2 Family Conference & 3 Delayed Plans - on page 1 (seco...
Chapter 4: The Plan
Chapter 5: Decisions
Chapter 6: Packing up to go
Chapter 7: United Kingdom, Here we Come!
Chapter 8: The Port Key
Chapter 9: Welcome to the Wizard World
Chapter 10: Quidditch World Cup
Chapter 11: The Dark Side of the Wizarding World
Chapter 12: Castle Venlaw
Chapter 13: Back to School Preparations
Chapter 14: Hogwarts
Chapter 15: Start of School Banquet
Chapter 16: First Day of School
Chapter 17: Dumbledore's Office
Chapter 18: Spiders, Rats and Vans
Chapter 19: Flying High... Flying Low
Chapter 20: Short Glimpses at the First Few Weeks
Chapter 21: A New Tune...
Chapter 22: Beauxbatons and Durmstrang
Chapter 23: The Goblet of Fire - Part 1
Chapter 23: The Goblet of Fire - Part 2
Chapter 24: The Fourth Champion
Chapter 25: Celebrations and Nightcaps
Chapter 26: Dragons
Chapter 27: Five Reasons for a Very Difficult Week
Chapter 28 A: Shield Practise
Chapter 28 B: Complications and Mysteries
Chapter 29: Testing, Testing
Chapter 30: Revelation
Chapter 31: Final Preparations
Chapter 32: The First Task - Part 1
Chapter 33: The First Task Part 2
Chapter 34: Making Plans
Chapter 35: The Sleep-over -er- Hanging Out for the Night
Chapter 36: The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men... and Vampires
Chapter 37: Every Rose has its Thorn
Chapter 38: Scones and Lemon Drops
Chapter 39: Christmas Day
Chapter 40: Christmas Evening - The Yule Ball Part 1
Chapter 40: Christmas Evening - The Yule Ball Part 2
Chapter 41: Aftermath
Chapter 42: Difficult Conversations
Chapter 43: They Say Time Heals Everything...
Chapter 44: That Witch of a Reporter
Chapter 45: Gillyweed
Chapter 46: The Second Task
Chapter 47: The Volturi Guard
Chapter 48: Coming Home
Chapter 49: Kissing Still Allowed
Chapter 50: That Man is Seriously a Dog?
Chapter 51: A Friend of Strays and Hippogriffs
Chapter 52: Bigger Issues than Rita Skeeter
Chapter 53: Secrets
Chapter 54: Mr. Crouch
Chapter 55: Just When Things Couldn't Get Worse
Chapter 56: Cockroach Cluster
Chapter 57: Memories
Chapter 58: Friends
Chapter 59: The Third Task
Chapter 60: The Graveyard - Part 1
Chapter 60: The Graveyard - Part 2
Chapter 60: The Graveyard - Part 3
Chapter 61: Revelation
Chapter 62: Parting Ways - Part 1
Chapter 62: Parting Ways - Part 2
The End

Outtake: Breaking a Few of the Rules

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Sequel - Dawn of the Phoenix: Cedric goes to Forks

Chapter 1: The Visitor

“Someone is coming to visit” Alice said, her eyes slightly unfocused. She was having one of her visions.

“Anyone we know?” Esme asked, nervously. It seemed that, in recent history anyway, those words were ominous… usually the beginning of trouble.

“No, nobody I recognize… Edward?”

I listened, trying to catch the thoughts of the approaching stranger… He knew Carlisle, or at least new of Carlisle. “Do you know someone called “Hagrid?” I asked Carlisle?

“Hagrid?” He replied… Hagrid… there is only one Hagrid I have ever heard of, and I wasn’t even sure if he was real… Could it be?

I puzzled over his thoughts. It was clear this was not someone Carlisle had met, but what did he mean that he wasn’t even sure he existed.

“Oh my… Oh my…” Alice’s face went blank again. I watched as she saw the stranger approaching… now noticing something was different, but it took me a few moments to figure out what. He was walking alone, but he seemed out of place, or wrong. Then I saw what it was – he was too big… Or the trees were too small. The landscape looked familiar – I could see the recognizable driveway up to our house, the familiar foliage lining the way… but this guy was huge in comparison.

“This Hagrid you knew of – was he… excessively large?” Alice asked.

Oh my, he is real… Carlisle’s thoughts alarmed me. “Esme prepare the house. I don’t know what to expect, but this is unusual. It is best to be prepared.”

Esme quickly flipped the switch that pulled metal shutters over the solid glass back of the house. Carlisle called us all down to the front room to prepare.

“We have a visitor – someone who, until now, I wasn’t even sure existed. His name is Hagrid – he his half giant, half human, or at least that is what the lore says. From what I had heard, he is friendly and is usually good hearted, but I don’t know anything for certain. As I said, until just now, I didn’t even know he existed for certain.”

The tension was high as we waited in silence, not sure what the night would bring. I was thankful that Bella was safely at home in her bed, though a part of me desperately wanted to have her by my side, just to know that she was safe with me. My logical side knew better. If things went terribly wrong tonight, it would be better that she was at home.

Thump, Thump, Thump… the knocking at the front door sounded like someone was trying to break it down with a club. Jasper, Emmet and I got in defensive positions around the door, prepared to jump in if needed. Alice’s face went blank as she focused on the immediate future. Esme and Roslie stood to one side, ready to attack if it came to that.

“It will be okay.” Alice finally said. We breathed a collective sigh of relief, “He has a message for Carlisle… and Edward. It affects us all.” Suddenly she was grinning. I searched her vision to see why.. Oh, this could be interesting.

“Well, I guess I should welcome our visitor,” Carlisle stated, not sure what Alice had seen but taking her word that there was no danger. “Good evening” he said to the stranger as he opened the door, “Welcome to my home. My name is Carlisle. Would you like to come in?”

“I’d be muc’ obliged.” A rough, booming voice replied back, as in walked the largest human we had ever seen. He had to stoop almost to his knees to clear the standard door frame and I wondered if, due to his width, he would fit at all. He was almost twice as tall as an average man and nearly five times as wide…

“Rubeus Hagrid’s th’ name. Everybody calls me Hagrid.”

“We’re very pleased to meet you” Carlisle offered his hand when Hagrid finally squeezed himself into our entry way. It was fortunate that our house was designed to be very open with high ceilings. As it was Hagrid had to sit on the floor to be able to carry on any type of conversation.

Carlisle then gestured back toward us… During the process of Hagrid’s entrance and settling in, we had all backed up considerably. Carlisle frowned slightly at what could be construed as our rudeness, as he introduced us, “Hagrid, this is my family: Esme, my wife, and our children, Edward, Rosalie and Emmet, Jasper and Alice. Everyone, come and meet Hagrid. He is an assistant to Dumbledore, a gentleman I was fortunate to have met some time ago.”

We all filed forward and greeted Hagrid in the order we were introduced.

“Well, then, the introductions are take’ care of… Down to business. Now where was me note…” he padded around his leather clothing, checking pockets and creases until he found was he was apparently looking for, “Ah, yes, here it is… An urgent letter from Albus Dumbledore.” He said as he presented an envelope to Carlisle.

The envelope looked as though it had come from another time, one closer to when Carlisle was changed then the rest of us. The paper appeared to be parchment, the address written in calligraphy and having the appearance of being written with a fountain pen. It was bulky and as Hagrid handed it to Carlisle, I noticed it was sealed with wax.

“Thank you.” Carlisle responded as he took the letter.

“You sees, Dumbledore needs you to come to Hogwarts righ’ away. There’s an issue a brewing with Harry Potter – nots that there ain’t always something with Harry. That boy is cursed with bad luck.” I smiled as I recalled someone else with that particular ailment.

Carlisle smiled as this Hagrid recounted what was supposed to be in a private letter.

“I guess I shouldn’t ‘ve said that – well, it’s all in the letter…”

Carlisle opened the letter then, scanning it over at once, then reading to the rest of us.

My old friend Carlisle,

Very dark times are upon us, or I would not have risked sending you this letter. A very dark Wizard, Lord Voldemort, is gathering strength. He is using all his power to reappear as he once was and take control in the Wizarding world. This would have far reaching implications in the muggle world, as I am sure you can understand, affecting all creatures, magical and otherwise.

We have a young boy who is the key to our freedom, Harry Potter. His life is at great risk and I need assistance in protecting him. I have received a prophesy that Harry will be entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament, though he is under aged and unprepared for such a battle. I fear this is the work of this wizard in an attempt on young Potter’s life.

There are few people I trust with such a task, and those I do trust, are already known to Lord Voldemort. I need someone who would be unknown to come to Hogwarts to help protect young Harry. I hope you will accept my invitation to teach at Hogwarts over the coming year. We have an opening in Herbology that I think you could fill given your extensive knowledge. I assume your family would also accompany you. We may have need for the services of your son, Edward.

There is much to discuss, and time is short. I ask you to consider this request with haste.

Your old friend,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.’

There was a moment of silence then as we took in all that was said, realizing that we were not much more clear about what was happening then before the letter was read. Questions flooded to me all at once, as not only my own but the entire family’s thoughts penetrated my head:

“What, there are Wizards? Why hadn’t I heard of this before?”
“What is with this Harry Potter? Why don’t they just un-enter him from the contest?”
“Can I be in charge of protection? Wizard or not, I’ll bring him down” That one was Emmet.
“When did Carlisle meet this Dumbledore, and why is he asking for our help”
“Does this mean we have to move again? I’m almost done high school.”
“I wonder if I could take him… He is huge, but still, I am stronger… I wonder how strong half-giants are?” Emmet again.

“Well, then, there it is – so shall I tell the headmaster you accep’ his offer?” Hagrid said, hopefully.

We all looked up at him in shock. Was he serious? We were just wrapping our minds around the existence of a half-giant and Wizards… And now he was asking if we were ready to go to Hogwarts, whatever that was, to defend against a dark Wizard?

“Ah, Hagrid… I think my family may have a few questions. Do you have leave to respond to them, or do I need to take them up with Dumbledore directly?” Carlisle started.

“I’ll try me bes’ to answer what I can. I’m only the groundskeeper.” Hagrid responded, looking slightly disappointed that Carlisle didn’t answer in the affirmative immediately.

“All right. Thank you. Hogwarts – I am assuming that is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?”

“Yes, that is right.” He responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“And Albus Dumbledore is now the headmaster of this institution?”

“Yes.” He began to eye Carlisle as though he questioned his intelligence.

Carlisle turned to us then… “I’m afraid I may need to fill in some of the gaps, here. Albus Dumbledore is a Wizard I came across once in my visits to England. Wizards are not immortal as we are, but do live much longer lives then normal humans, or muggles as they call them. I met him not long before I settled in Chicago, where I met you, Edward, he looked down at me. He was young then, almost thirty, but was already a very talented and well regarded Wizard.

“I did not know much about his world and, in fact, know very little to this day… However, he did tell me about the existence of Wizards and a school whether they developed their magical skills… This is the Hogwarts referred to in the letter.

“Over the years, I have heard word from and about Albus from time to time. That is how I heard about Hagrid. It was really just a story in passing about a half giant who was working with Albus at Hogwarts. I don’t know much more then that. I also recall hearing about some sort of uprising that occurred roughly 13 years ago… It was very dark and there was concern it would have an effect on the entire world, but it died down. I didn’t ever hear why, but I do remember hearing the phrase ‘he, who shall not be named’. I am quite sure, however, I have never heard of the boy you speak of, Harry Potter”

“You’ve never hear’ of Harry?” Hagrid looked incredulously at Carlisle and then the rest of us. Finally accepting that we, indeed, had never heard of this Harry Potter, he launched into an explanation, “Well, Harry Potter is the one who defeated Volde… er, he, who shall not be named in the first place. When he was bu’ a baby, Harry was attacked along with his mum and dad. His parents die’, but when he, who shall not be named, attacked Harry, he survived, and he, who shall not be named, was killed. Or at least that is what everyone though’. He is famous – the most famous Wizard of all time.” He looked back at us all then – as if he imagined we would now recall that we remembered this Harry Potter, but, of course, we didn’t.

“Carlisle,” Esme started, the first of all of us to have actually spoken since the stranger arrived, “Why haven’t you ever mentioned any of this before?”

“The Wizards protect their identity as strongly as we protect ours. They do not, hastily, bring others into their world. It was only because I was involved in an incident that I came in contact with Albus at all. And, it was only because of what I am, that I maintained that knowledge – otherwise the spell they use on muggles would have erased the memory from my mind.” Carlisle explained, “There was never any need to share the knowledge – it was no more then a passing event in my long life… In context, until now, it was insignificant…”

I finally found my voice, “Why does he know about me, then?” I searched through my vampire memories which were as clear as the day they happened, but found nothing. No reason to believe that I had ever met this Albus Dumbledore.

“As I said, I met Albus just before settling in Chicago. We corresponded sparingly after we first met. In one of my letters I told him about my first attempts to create companions – you, Edward, and then Esme. We haven’t corresponded since then, and so I am sure he is unaware of the rest of you.”

“Yes, that’s true. He said I was to find Carlisle, Edward and Esme Cullen. He never mentione’ four more o’ you’s.” Hagrid piped in. “Had a lot of fun findin’ you I did. Not easy to track down… And this land is bloody huge, if you don’t mind me sayin’.”

I saw then, in his mind, that he had to cross the ocean by boat and then travel the country on foot. I guessed he wouldn’t fit on any commercial airlines and I couldn’t imagine a vehicle that would fit him.

“Well, I best be off” He said, suddenly. “What should I tell Dumbledore?” he asked Carlisle.

“Tell him I will consider his offer. I would, very much, like to confer with my family and, I am wondering, if he would consider meeting with me before I finalize my decision.”

“He thought you might say that. Here are airline tickets for the three of you to come to England. Dumbledore would be happ’ to meet with you and discuss the details. I’m not too sure of them all me self. As I said, I’m only the groundskeeper.”

“Do you want anything to eat or do you need a place to rest?” Esme added then. We had some food stocked now that Bella was a regular visitor, but I couldn’t see where we would be able to offer him a place to rest.

“No, I need to be on my way. I res’ when I need to… I’ve a long journey.”

I could only imagine, as he now had to walk back across the country and then travel to England by boat, how long it would take him. I wondered if we would make it there before he did – if we came at all.

“Thank you, Hagrid. Give my best to Albus. I’ll be seeing him soon.” Carlisle shook his hand and Hagrid stooped and squeezed himself back out of the house and started off down the path.

We all stood in the living room watching him go… for once, the shock and amazement did not flood me with thoughts – everyone was truly speechless in voice and mind.

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Ch. 61 Revelation

I couldn’t feel Harry or my body hit the ground, but I could see it through Harry’s mind once he picked he head out of the black dirt. I lay lifelessly on my back, Harry’s arm still around my torso. His mind was slipping into shock, darkness overtaking him as his mind refused to process the madness we had just experienced.

Hang in there Harry, I thought will all my might… I needed him alert. I needed someone’s mind to see through otherwise I would be trapped again in darkness. Then another mind entered my consciousness… Alice! I saw us appear in this very spot, Dumbledore hurrying to our side.

There was a thundering rumble of footsteps as others gathered round – Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Moody, Fudge, Hagrid, my Family… Bella… I wished I could turn Harry’s head to gaze into Bella’s eyes. As long as she was here everything would be alright.

My Master didn’t kill him… how did Harry escape? The mental voice of Moody exclaimed in shock. Did he say that out loud? No… it was a slip of his careful control of his thoughts. With a flood on intuition it all came together – my suspicion of Moody from the beginning, his helpfulness on the tasks in a very discreet way, the conflict between the tone of his outer and inner voice as he appeared to be supportive of Dumbledore and Harry, while at the same time plotting for Harry’s death. Voldemort’s most faithful servant, his plant in Hogwarts – was Moody…

“He’s back” Harry whispered, “He’s back. Voldemort”

“What’s going on? What’s happened?” Cornelius Fudge appeared upside-down over Harry. His face paled at the sight, “My God – Cullen!” he whispered, “Dumbledore – he’s dead!”

Voices echoed all around, “He’s dead!” He’s dead!” “Edward Cullen! Dead!” and the voice I couldn’t bare to hear – the sobbing pain, “Edddwwarrd! Let me go… I have to… I have to see him…” someone was holding her back.

“Harry, let go of him” Fudge said, but Harry clung to my body with a ferocity I didn’t know he possessed.

Dumbledore leaned over, putting his hand on Harry’s shoulder, “Harry, you can’t help him now. It’s over. Let go.”

“He wanted me to bring him back,” Harry muttered, “He wanted me to bring him back to his family.”

Edward spoke to Harry? Carlisle mused… “Alice calm Bella down… get her out of here – back to Dumbledore’s quarters.”

“No” she sobbed. I knew she would be fighting Alice with little hope.

“Bella, just come… Trust me.” She said firmly. Bella collapsed in her arms. Emmett scooped her up and carried her back to the castle. Alice turned to follow.

“No, we might need her.” Dumbledore halted Alice’s departure. He reached down then and pulled Harry from my lifeless body, setting him on his feet.

“He’ll need to go to the hospital wing!” Fudge began saying loudly to the crowd, trying to cover up my ‘death’, “He’s ill, he’s injured…”

“I’ll take Harry, Dumbledore, I’ll take him-” I wished I could growl at Moody’s false concern. He had a plan for Harry that I knew could only end badly.

“No, I would prefer-” but Dumbledore got cut off by Fudge.

“The crowd – we need to get them out of here – no need to cause any panic…”

“Harry, stay here-” he turned his back to deal with Fudge.

Moody saw his opening. “It’s all right, son, I’ve got you… come on… hospital wing…” but he slipped again – I could see his plan – in an instant I could see he would take Harry to his office and then, when he had an opportunity he would take him back to Voldemort.

“Dumbledore said stay.” Harry sad thickly, but he was in no condition to fight, to argue – he was in a daze…

“You need to lie down… come on, now…”

No one noticed them leave, no one knew. Harry was in mortal danger… It would only take a moment for Moody to find a way to return to his master. I had to alert someone. I flitted to the minds around me, looking for anyone who might have seen them depart, anyone who might tell… What could I do anyway? There was no one I could tell… No one… except Alice! I flitted back to her mind. She was concentrating on me – on my future… I could see it – she was searching for my return – when my body would heal enough to speak. It would be hours before I could talk… but that would be enough… My first words would be.

Moody took Harry! He’s a Death Eater! I saw my exclamation in Alice’s mind. Her head shot up in shock and she hurried to Dumbledore’s side. Grapping his arm, she stared intently into his eyes. He took her hint and pulled the vision from her mind. His gentle blue eyes, full of concern flew open in shock as he whipped his head around.

“Where’s Moody?”

Snape’s head spun around. “He’s left – Potter’s gone too!” he droned…

“Let’s go” Dumbledore ordered. Snape and McGonagall stepped in behind him.

“But Edward… his body…” Fudge asked in alarm.

“I’ll take care of my son.” Carlisle stated firmly, with a voice that left no room for question. Fudge stepped back at the intensity of his stare. He lifted my body and carried it back to the castle…

But what of Harry? I flitted back to him to see what I could to do to keep him alive. Hopefully Dumbledore would make it in time…

I found him in Moody’s office. “Drink it…” Moody growled, shoving a cup into his hand, “you’ll feel better… come on now, Harry, I need to know exactly what happened.”

Whatever he gave Harry burned his throat. I wondered what magic he had just poured down Harry’s throat… He stared intently into Harry’s eyes. “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.” Harry said. His head was clearing, his senses became more intense, even more so then normal. He could see clearly even in the dark of Moody’s unlit office. The screaming and shouting from the Quidditch pitch coming through his ears clearly. Whatever Moody gave him was sharpening his perception…

“What did the Dark Lord take from you?” Moody asked.

“Blood.” He lifted his arm to show the scar.

“And the Death Eaters? They returned?” he hissed.

“Yes… Loads of them…”

“How did he treat them? Did he forgive them?”

Harry’s eyes flew open… he remembered something he should have told Dumbledore… I wished I stifle the next words to come out of his mouth, “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-” He tried to jump up to find Dumbledore…

Moody pushed him back down in his seat, “I know who the Death Eater is.”

“Karkaroff?” Harry asked wildly, “Where is he? Have you got him? Is he locked up?”

“Karkaroff? He laughed mirthlessly, “Karkaroff fled tonight, when he felt the Dark Mark burn upon his arm. 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.”

The one too cowardly to return, I recalled… Voldemort’s words echoed in my mind. So then Snape is… one who has left him forever – he will be killed, of course… I had to warn him.

“It was I who put your name in the cup.”

“No, you didn’t.. You didn’t do that.. you can’t have done…”

“I assure you I did.” He whipped out his wand and pointed it at Harry… intent to either stun him or kill I was sure… Dumbledore needed more time. Stall Harry… please… stall him…

“He forgave them, then?” Moody asked, “The Death Eaters who went free? The ones who escaped Azkaban?”

“What?” Harry asked… but he wasn’t talking to Moody. Had he heard me? Stall Harry! Dumbledore’s on his way… hold Moody off for a few more minutes.

“I asked you,” Moody said quietly, “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…” he was stalling… good. “What are you talking about?”

“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…” His face lit up in a sadistic smile, “Tell me 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 didn’t… it – it can’t be you…”

“Who put your name in the Goblet of Fire, under the name of a different school? I did. Who frightened off every person I thought might try to hurt you or prevent you winning the Tournament? I did. Who nudged Hagrid into showing you the dragons? I did. Who helped you see the only way you could beat the dragon? I did.”

“It hasn’t been easy, Harry, guiding you through these tasks without arousing suspicion. I have had to use every ounce of cunning I possess, so that my hand would not be detectable in your success. Dumbledore would have been very suspicious if you had managed everything too easily. As long as you got into that maze, preferably with a decent head start – then, I knew, I would have a chance of getting rid of the other champions, and leaving your way clear. But I also had to contend against your stupidity. The second task… that was when I was most afraid we would fail. I was keeping watch on you, Potter. I knew you hadn’t worked out the egg’s clue, so I had to give you another hint.-”

“You didn’t,” Harry said hoarsely, “Edward gave me the clue-”

And Moody told me, I thought grimly. Of course. He knew that I would tell Harry, with my sense of fair play… what was it he said, “You’re a Hufflepuff, aren’t ya?”

So it was Moody who told me, and got the information to him… and it was Moody who got Harry some Gillyweed though Dobby the house elf…

“You had an easier time of it than you should have done in that maze tonight, of course,” Moody continued, “That was because I was patrolling around it, able to see through the outer hedges, able to curse many obstacles out of your way. I stunned Fleur Delacour as she passed. I put the Imperius curse on Krum, so that he would finish Cullen, and leave your path to the Cup clear.

A movement in the Foe-glass caught Harry’s eye. He glanced, only for a moment, but it was enough see Dumbledore was getting close. He, Snape and McGonagall were almost there… Harry looked back at Moody. He hadn’t noticed.

DISTRACT HIM! I focused with all my might. This time I knew Harry heard the yell in his mind… “You’re mad!” Harry said, “You’re mad!”

Moody stared at him in shock and anger, “Mad, am I? We’ll see! We’ll see who’s mad, now that the Dark Lord has returned, with me at his side! He is back, Harry Potter, you did not conquer him – and now – I conquer you!”

Moody raised his wand, he opened his mouth. Harry plunged his own hand into his robes…

“Stupify!” There was a blinding flash of red light, and with a great splintering and crashing, the door of Moody’s office was blasted apart.

Moody was thrown backwards onto the office floor. Harry, still staring at the place where Moody’s face had been, saw Albus Dumbledore, Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall looking back at him out of the Foe-Glass. He swung around and saw the three of them standing at what was left of the door, Dumbledore’s wand outstretched.

The kindly, sometimes childlike face of Dumbledore was no more. In its place was a face more terrible then Harry or I could have imagined… the twinkle in his eye, replaced by a cold fury that spread out from his icy blue eyes and coursed through every line in his ancient face… the power normally well hidden radiating from every orifice… Dumbledore was, indeed, dangerous.

They stepped into the room, McGonagall going straight to Harry. “Come along, Potter.” She whispered, “Come along… hospital wing…”

“No!” Dumbledore said sharply.

“Dumbledore, he ought to – look at him – he’s been through enough tonight-”

“He will stay, Minerva, because he needs to understand. Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery. He needs to know who has put him through the ordeal he has suffered tonight, and why.”

“Moody,” Harry said in shock, “How can it have been Moody?”

“This is not Alastor Moody.” Dumbledore said quietly, “you have never known Alastor Moody. The real Moody would not have removed you from my sight after what happened tonight.” He reached over Moody’s limp form and put a hand inside his robes, pulling out a hip-flask and a set of keys on a ring. He turned to McGonagall and Snape.

“Severus, please fetch me the strongest Truth Potion you possess, and then go down to the kitchens, and bring up the house-elf called Winky. Minerva, kindly go down to Hagrid’s house, where you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch. Take the dog up to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly, then come back here.”

Neither questioned his orders as they left at once. He turned as if to look at me… I realized then that I hadn’t only been watching through Harry’s mind, but also from a point beside him. Edward, I have no idea how the house elf will affect Alice’s ability to see you while your soul is here, but I think she and the rest of your family have been through enough stress for one night… please meet me back in my sitting room…

I felt myself move through space, like a Port Key, but without feeling the movement of air as it rushed past me… In half a second I found myself lying on my back staring up at the ceiling. I was on a sofa in Dumbledore’s sitting room. Bella was kneeling beside my body, her head on my chest as she sobbed. I realized then, I could see… I tried to move my head to see her with my own eyes… I was still unable to move.

“Bella, he’ll be okay… He is just healing. He can’t move or breathe because his body has undergone a lot of trauma…” Alice insisted, though I could hear the stress in her voice. She was clinging with hope to her latest vision.

It was enough for now to know I was here with Bella – back in the safety of my home. But I needed to relieve the stress, wipe the worry I knew would be etched across her face. I thought again about my first words when I awoke.

“Tell Bella I am here with you now – I can’t move, I can’t breath, but I can hear you and I can see you…” I saw myself say in Alice’s mind. She was momentarily confused, and then understanding dawned in her mind.

“I think Edward is trying to communicate with us… He said he is here with us now – that he can’t move or breathe, but that he can hear and see.”

Bella lifted to look in my face. I felt the heat of her body as she left mine. I could feel! And then I saw her beautiful, deep brown eyes stare down into mine. It was greater relief then if I were able to finally take a breath. Air – I could live without. I couldn’t live without Bella. She reached down and pressed her lips to mine. I felt the fiery warmth as it burned through my lips and into my body, hotter then the burning pain that still flowed through my physical body. Then she settled her head back on my chest. I grieved the loss of her presence in my eye sight.

Alice smiled, “He says not to move away from his line of sight.” Bella’s head popped back up. I breathed a sigh of relief at her presence… I breathed!

“He breathed” Bella’s eyes widened in shock. “Carlisle, he breathed.”

In half a second I saw Carlisle’s eyes baring down on me. I breathed again. Relief spread over his face. “Edward, how are you feeling?”

I tried to answer him… to push air through my vocal chords, but I couldn’t move the back of my throat, my mouth or tongue… all that came out was air. I couldn’t even whisper.

“He says he is in pain, but otherwise is doing fine. He can’t speak yet.” Alice repeated my newly decided first words.

Carlisle smiled, joined by Esme. “We’re glad to have you back, Edward.” She said. I could see that worry had occupied most of the past couple hours. “When Alice said she’d seen…” She halted as she noted Bella stiffening beside me. Clearly she had thought the worst. Though Esme knew better, she had still doubted as well…

That reminded me – when I left – the Volturi?

Alice answered my question with a replay of her vision.

We were looking down over the graveyard, my body lying still beside the Triwizard Cup, Harry and Voldemort locked in battle, the golden net of magic all around them. I knew I was beside him at this point. In an instant, the web broke and Voldemort froze, as if something was holding him back. Harry darted toward the cup… The Death Eaters pursued him, trying to stun him. I cringed internally as I saw just how close some of their spells had gotten before Harry ducked behind a gravestone. “Impedimentia” Harry cried as he blindly aimed his wand back at the group. One of the Death Eaters fell – it was Lucius Malfoy I saw with some satisfaction.

Voldemort had broken free and was rushing toward Harry. In the same instant Harry jumped over the Cup to my body, calling the Cup to him and we disappeared just as the Volturi appeared at the far end of the clearing. Recognition flashed in Aro’s eyes as he growled, the others joining in, taking defensive postures.

Voldemort and the wizards spun around to see four very dangerous vampires – and they were clearly vampires given their appearance and stance – preparing to fight. Jane turned her smile on one of those nearest to her. He fell to the ground, writhing in pain before he was able to recover his ability to block external mental attack.

“Disapparate!” Voldemort screamed and with a series of popping sounds he and his Death Eaters disappeared from view, all but Lucius who had only just been released from Harry’s stunning spell by Crabb before he disappeared. Lucius stood shaking his head and looked back at Aro and the members of the guard who had stepped forward. Aro stared at him, reaching out his hand. He raised an eyebrow curiously… Lucius nodded and lifted his own hand to meet him. They may have touched for a fraction of a second before Lucius disapparated…

The Volturi relaxed their stances, Aro deep in thought. “Let’s go home.” He said. Jane exchanged a confused glance with Alex before they fell into step behind him. Then the vision ended.

I exhaled loudly. The vision was disturbing. What happened between Lucius and Aro? I suspected his master wouldn’t be too pleased to this connection, but Lucius also seemed to be the kind of man who kept his options open – played both sides of the fence. I supposed we’d never know.

I wasn’t there long when we heard a scratch at the door from Dumbledore’s study. Esme’s face lit up as she ran to let in the large black dog who was waiting to enter. I wondered if his sitting room was a safe place to transform. Sirius wondered as well, and kept himself in dog form for the time being, curling up on the rug on the floor. Esme went and got him some water and food…

The room was fairly quiet for the next hour. Alice and Jasper sat on one of the sofas, chatting. Carlisle looked over some books and Esme sat beside Sirius chatting about the last few days. Whenever she would share something about Harry, he would alternately whine or cough out a bark that sounded like a laugh depending on the news.

I enjoyed simply being with Bella as my body continued to burn. It wasn’t any less painful then it had been at the graveyard. The pain was still physically unbearable, but being here with Bella, made it tolerable – knowing that it would end eventually.

Alice suddenly perked up, “Edward’s going to talk in 37 seconds.” I was startled by her revelation. I thought about it – about forcing air through my vocal chords. I tried to move my mouth. To my surprise my lips twitched slightly… I tried to hum… I felt the rattle in my throat – it hurt, but felt good at the same time. I tried clearing my throat… Then I gasped, “Bella”

Suddenly her lips were on mine. This time they moved with hers as she kissed me, moving from my lips to my cheeks, my eyes, forehead, down the arch of my nose and back to my lips. I felt water hit my face and then realized it was her tears.

“Bella” I gasped the next time she released my lips, moving to my chin and my throat, “Bella, it will be okay…”

“I know” she sobbed, “I finally know…” she threw her arms around me. I could feel her warm body against mine but was helpless to hold her back.

“Love, I am getting better… I can feel it in my body.”

“I know… Alice kept telling me it was going to be okay – though I think she wasn’t entirely sure when you were at the graveyard…” I realized that Alice must have told them everything, “but when I saw your body… and you weren’t moving or breathing... you looked dead, Edward. I felt sick.” I felt the wetness of my shirt where her tear continued to fall. I wished at that moment I could reach up and stroke her hair, pat her back, hold her closer to me and reassure her. I could only use my words.

“Bella… when it first happened. I thought I was dead… I thought I would never see you again… but then I regained my ability to hear and I knew I was healing… then I knew I had to make it back – back to you. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to move – that I’d be stuck there… When I was most desperate I reached out for you, Bella and…” I wasn’t sure how to say this. It sounded crazy to me even now… if it weren’t for the fact I had found myself in Moody’s office I might have dismissed the experience in the graveyard as impossible…“and something happened.” I continued softly. “Bella – I saw my soul…”

Her face lifted from my chest and her deep brown eyes were boring into mine. “You what” she said softly, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“I saw my soul… or more accurately, I was my soul… my body was still lying there, but I left it to go to Harry because I needed to come back to you… and again, here – when I saw Moody take Harry, I went to him – but I wasn’t just in his mind. I was there.”

“I know.” She said softly, “I don’t know why, but I felt it when you left… back at the graveyard. I suddenly felt your connection, but then you were gone… and I could feel it when you returned… that is why I thought you were dead – I couldn’t feel you here.”



“Come here…”

“I am here,” confusion crossing her eyes.

“No, come closer. I want to kiss you and I can’t lift my head.”

She smiled and willingly complied. My angel, my life… my purpose for being here. We would have the rest our long lives together and perhaps even the next…

“There was something I wanted to tell you,” I said when she broke away from my lips. “before I went into the maze… You said you wanted to help me – you liked it when you were able to provide me with your strength to fuel my shield, but you need to know. You provide me with strength all the time.”

She smiled. “Edward-” but just then she looked up to watch Dumbledore entered the sitting room. I couldn’t see him – this not being able to move was getting frustrating. Instead I switched to the mind of Alice and watched him come in.

The Dumbledore that entered the room wasn’t the pleasantly amused, jovial man we usually saw, nor the fierce powerful wizard I had seen take-out Moody in one swift move. This was an old, tired man – anguish in his eyes. Every movement seemed to take effort as he made his way over to one of the wing back chairs and take his seat.

“I should have listened to you, Edward.” He said slowly… Emmett and Rosalie eased into the room and sat on one of the chairs in the corner… “The first time you expressed your misgivings about Moody. When you heard two voices and Alice said his outline was fuzzy… I should have realized what was happening.” He lifted his head and looked at us, “It wasn’t Moody. It was Barty Crouch Jr. He kidnapped the real Alaster Moody and used Polyjuice Potion to take on his appearance all year.”

“But the memory – wasn’t Barty convicted as a Death Eater? Wasn’t he killed in Azkaban?” I asked.

“No – his mother took his place using Polyjuice potion… Barty escaped when his dying mother traded places with him in Azkaban. She gave her life for him… and He…”

“So where has he been all this time?” Jasper asked.

“Barty Crouch senior had him under the Imperius curse – kept him at home… his house elf was his keeper. He was there at the World Cup – that was where he broke away from the spell. He was the one who left the death mark. Then he captured his father and handed him over to Voldemort. He put Barty Sr. under the Imperious Curse so he would do Voldemort’s bidding… That night Barty turned up here, he had escaped. But Barty Jr found him and killed him…”

“He killed his own father?” Esme gasped.

“Well, you have to understand – Barty Crouch was not an easy man. He was vigilant in his pursuit of Death Eaters.” Dumbledore seemed to gather himself together, become more of his old self as he told the story, “Any means necessary were justified in his mind… When Barty was brought in, there was no compassion.”

I recalled the coldness in his eyes when he declared judgement against his own son as his wife, Barty Jr’s mother sobbed. I understood.

“So, all year he has been posing as Moody? So where is the real Moody?”

“In the hospital wing right now, recovering from being long imprisoned in his trunk.”

“All year?” Esme gasped.

“Yes – and the entire time I believed it was Moody. I trusted him – well until the night Barty Sr returned… It was then I began to question. But if I had listened to you, we might have avoided this from the beginning… Edward, I owe you a debt of gratitude. If you hadn’t found a way to communicate with me tonight, he would have taken Harry back to Voldemort. And… I know you helped Harry in there tonight.”

“About that, Dumbledore – I don’t know what happened… when the Avada Kadavra curse hit me, and then later when my soul separated from my body…”

“Your soul” Carlisle mused… I am so pleased you have come to believe.

Dumbledore continued, “I don’t know what happened, but I have a theory. The Aveda Kadavra curse leaves no biological trace… the body simply dies… as if all the internal organs suddenly cease to function or the body turns off. My belief is that the curse absorbs all the life force in the body – or rather the life force absorbs the power of the curse, leaving nothing left to operate the body… which is why, when it hits an inanimate object it bursts into flame, sometimes breaking or cracking rock in the process as there is nothing to absorb it.”

Falkes perched on his arm to provide some comfort. He absentmindedly stroked his feathers. “Phoenixes are immune to the curse, though… it only restarts the cycle of rebirth, which is what leads me to my theory on what happened to you. In your case – you are alive, but the life force is in your venom… which can only be destroyed by fire. This venom constantly heals you, and provides you with greater strength to protect against injury. When the curse hit you I believe you did not have the traditional life force to absorb the power, but it had to go somewhere. It must have provided injury to every part of your physical being…

“Perhaps at the cellular level,” Carlisle mused.

Dumbledore stroked his beard, “Perhaps. I suppose we’ll never know. Regardless, it left you completely paralyzed, unable to move or use any of your bodily functions while the venom healed you.

“I had thought that, once I realized I wasn’t dead” I said, “I was similar to my transformation or, on a lesser level, when I have sustained an injury from a fellow vampire – though that hasn’t often happened.”

“I expect, at your current rate of recovery, you should be fully healed by tomorrow at noon.” Carlisle said. It must be very painful…

I nodded.

“But… my experience.” I pushed.

“That,” Dumbledore said, “Is something you’ll have to work out for yourself. I can only say that I knew you were there. I felt your presence in Moody’s office and I knew when you had left.”

I nodded.

“Now, Sirius – there is a visitor in my office who would very much like to see you. I feel certain it is safe to take on your usual form…”

In an instant Sirius was standing before us. He was anxious to see Harry and quickly disappeared out the door to Dumbledore’s office.

“Dumbledore” I stopped him before he left. “I know we have much more to talk about, but Snape – he needs to know Voldemort plans to kill him…”

“I think he is aware of the danger.” Dumbledore said, sadness in his eyes, “Nevertheless, I will have to ask him to return to his duties under Voldemort’s last reign… We can only hope he will be able to convince him…”

It was the first time I truly admired Snape. He was mean and cruel, but he played a part in this war that I didn’t envy – and I truly hoped he survived the night.
WOW Erica...that was great! You really scared me there for a while but this worked out so least to this point. But what will Dumbledore tell the school? Will Edward stay "dead' for the students?? How will Harry, Hermione, Ron, Cedric and Cho handle this?
I am really looking forward to the next couple of chapters. Great Job!!!!!
Wow, thanks... We'll I am sort of glad I was able to "sell" Edward possibly being dead for a little while, even though he wasn't...

Re: Dumbledore and the school - not positive, though I think for the next HP book to work someone has to be dead... there is too much riding on it.

There is still a bit more to deal with - so I think we'll have at least a couple more chapters! Keep reading!


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