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And then Harry heard Krum's voice.
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.
"He wanted me to bring him back," Harry muttered - it seemed important to explain this.
"Minerva," said Dumbledore, turning to Professor McGonagall, "I want to see Hagrid in my office as soon as possible. Also - if she will consent to come - Madame Maxime."
The shadow of Bertha Jorkins surveyed the battle before her with wide eyes.
"Yes," said Harry.
"Now it was just Father and I, alone in the house. And then . . . and then . . ."
"Karkaroff?" said Harry wildly. "Where is he? Have you got him? Is he locked up?"
"Harry?" Dumbledore said gently.
Crouch's son opened his eyes. His face was slack, his gaze unfocused. Dumbledore knelt before him, so that their faces were level.
Come out, Harry . . . come out and play, then ... it will be quick ... it might even be painless ... I would not know... I have never died. . . ."
Fudge had taken half a step back from Dumbledore, but he looked no less stubborn.
Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another.
"Stop being noble," said Harry irritably. "Just take it, then we can get out of here."
Moodys wand was still pointing directly at Harry's heart. Over his shoulder, foggy shapes were moving in the Foe-Glass on the wall.
Dumbledore began to tell Sirius everything Barty Crouch had said. Harry was only half listening. So tired every bone in his body was aching, he wanted nothing more than to sit here, undisturbed, for hours and hours, until he fell asleep and didn't have to think or feel anymore.
Once or twice, Sirius made a noise as though about to say something, his hand still tight on Harry's shoulder, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him, and Harry was glad of this, because it was easier to keep going now he had started. It was even a relief; he felt almost as though something poisonous were being extracted from him. It was costing him every bit of determination he had to keep talking, yet he sensed that once he had finished, he would feel better.？