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The Death Eaters behind him did the same; each of them approaching Voldemort on his knees and kissing his robes, before backing away and standing up, forming a silent circle, which enclosed Tom Riddle s grave, Harry, Voldemort, and the sobbing and twitching heap that was Wormtail. Yet they left gaps in the circle, as though waiting for more people.
"Staged my mother's death. A quiet, private funeral. That grave is empty. The house-elf nursed me back to health. Then I had to be concealed. I had to be controlled.
Fudge still had that strange smile on his face. Once again, he glanced at Harry before answering.
He met nothing for ten minutes, but kept running into dead ends. Twice he took the same wrong turning. Finally, he found a new route and started to jog along it, his wandlight waving, making his shadow flicker and distort on the hedge walls. Then he rounded another corner and found himself facing a Blast-Ended Skrewt.
Moody raised his wand, he opened his mouth; Harry plunged his own hand into his robes -"
"Ignore him," said Cedric in a low voice to Harry, frowning after his father. "He's been angry ever since Rita Skeeters article about the Triwizard Tournament - you know, when she made out you were the only Hogwarts champion."
Harry heard a key scrape in a lock and felt a cup being pushed into his hands.
"Why ... by using Bertha Jorkins's information, of course. Use my one faithful Death Eater, stationed at Hogwarts, to ensure that the boy's name was entered into the Goblet of Fire. Use my Death Eater to ensure that the boy won the tournament - that he touched the Triwizard Cup first - the cup which my Death Eater had turned into a Portkey, which would bring him here, beyond the reach of Dumbledore's help and protection, and into my waiting arms. And here he is ... the boy you all believed had been my downfall. ..."
"Harry . . ." whispered the figure of Cedric, "take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents, ..."
Crouch took a deep, shuddering breath, then began to speak in a flat, expressionless voice.
navy. He reached a second fork.
and ran her fingers through her hair.
"And then, not even a year ago, when I had almost abandoned hope, it happened at last...
"Thanks!" said Harry, and, amazed at his own brilliance, he dashed forward.
"And what did Lord Voldemort ask you to do?" said Dumbledore.
"Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly. "Stand up. You ask for forgiveness? I do not forgive. I do not forget. Thirteen long years ... I want thirteen years' repayment before I forgive you. Wormtail here has paid some of his debt already, have you not, Wormtail?"