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Harry heard the frightened yells of the Death Eaters, prowling around the edges of the golden dome. .
"That's Fudge's voice," she whispered. "And that's Minerva McGonagall's, isn't it? But what are they arguing about?"
"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."
"Harry!" he heard Cedric shouting. "You all right? Did it fall on you?"
"What are they shouting about? Nothing else can have happened, can it?"
Winky let out a wail of despair.
"When the connection is broken, we will linger for only moments . . . but we will give you time. . . you must get to the Portkey, it will return you to Hogwarts ... do you understand, Harry?"
"And what did Lord Voldemort ask you to do?" said Dumbledore.
"What are you doing?" yelled Cedric's voice. "What the hell d'you think you're doing?"
"My God - Diggory!" it whispered. "Dumbledore - he's dead!"
Harry saw a man lying before him, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, with a mop of fair hair. He knew who he was. He had seen him in Dumbledore's Pensieve, had watched him being led away from court by the dementors, trying to convince Mr. Crouch that he was innocent. . . but he was lined around the eyes now and looked much older. . . .
"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,
Harry described how the figures that had emerged from the wand had prowled the edges of the golden web, how Voldemort had seemed to fear them, how the shadow of Harry's mother had told him what to do, how Cedric's had made its final request.
If ever Harry might have released his wand from shock, it would have been then, but instinct kept him clutching his wand tightly, so that the thread of golden light remained
Who helped you see the only way you could beat the dragon? I did"
Harry realized what Wormtail was about to do a second before it happened - he closed his eyes as tightly as he could, but he could not block the scream that pierced the night, that went through Harry as though he had been stabbed with the dagger too. He heard something fall to the ground, heard Wormtail's anguished panting, then a sickening splash, as something was dropped into the cauldron. Harry couldn't stand to look . . .