How could we have been so blind? How did we not see it before? The dream, the Quidditch World Cup, Igor, our names being put into the fire. It was all his plan. Now, he was here. He had returned.

Wormtail just stared at him in awe. I wasn't paying any attention to what they were doing. I was still looking at my boyfriend's body. I still couldn't believe he was gone. I noticed that Voldemort called a few Death Eaters and they all gathered around in a circle with him standing in the center of all of them.

"Welcome, my friends," he started out. "Thirteen years it's been, and yet here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me! Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle!" He stopped at the last one and paused for a moment. "Not even you...Lucius."

He fell to the ground and looked down. "My Lord, had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts--"

"There were signs, my slippery friend, and more than whispers."

"I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways." He took off his mask. "The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence...that is my true mask."

Wormtail spoke up and once again, I didn't pay any attention to him. He betrayed my parents. He was the reason they were dead. Cowardly bastard. Voldemort gave him a hand to replace his old one. Wormtail thanked him and let Voldemort move on.

He went over to Cedric and placed his dirty feet all over his face. "Such a handsome boy," he commented.

"Don't touch him!" I shouted.

He turned around and saw us. "Harry. Maxine. I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father." He came up to us just inches away from our faces. "I'd introduce you, but word has it you two are almost as famous as me these days. The-Twins-Who-Lived. How lies have fed your legend. Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? It was love.

"You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son and daughter, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch them. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But now things have changed. I can touch you now."

He touched our foreheads and we screamed out in pain. It was a pain that I had never felt before. It was worse because I could feel Harry's pain as well, and he could feel mine. Voldemort just laughed at us. "Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, right, you two? Pick up your wands!" We fell to the ground and scrambled to pick up our wands. "You two have been taught how to duel, I presume, yes? Well, why don't we? Ladies first."

I walked up slowly, breathing heavily. "First, we bow to each other. Come on now, Maxine. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, bow."

He made me lean down to bow at him. It was obvious that he was using the Imperius Curse on me. "That's better. And now..."

"Max, be strong," Harry said.

"I-I can't," I whispered, my voice cracking as well.

Suddenly, I fell to the ground. "Crucio!" I felt a strong pain. It was horrible. I couldn't handle it. I wanted to leave. I wanted to be strong for Harry. But I couldn't. He then used the curse on Harry as well.

He stopped, then levitated me up. He came to me and grabbed me by the cheeks. "He was your lover, wasn't he?" He pointed at Cedric and then looked back at me. "I know why he picked you over all the other girls at Hogwarts. You were The-Girl-Who-Lived. To him, you were special. But really, that isn't true, not even close.

"Admit it, Maxine Potter. You're like everyone else. There's nothing special about you." I punched him and scrambled to hide behind the grave.

Harry hid with me and looked in my eyes. "Max, you need to fight back."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

"No. I'm done trying."

Harry held my face in his hands. "Remember when Malfoy said you were a fighter? This is what he meant. He knows you can beat him. I know you can beat him. We both can. Don't give up, Max. Please, Max, don't give up on me." He was about to cry.

"Come on, you two! Don't be cowards!" Voldemort shouted.

"You ready?" I nodded.

We came from behind our spot and faced him once again. He had a determined look on his face.

"Have it your way, then," I said. Harry and I looked back at Voldemort.

"Expelliarmus!" we shouted.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Our wands collided and none of us were going to let go. It was a struggle to keep holding on. I wanted to let go. But I wasn't going to let Harry down, or Cedric, or even myself.

Suddenly, figures came out of the collided wands. They were all people we recognized. One of them was the Muggle caretaker from the dream. Another one was Cedric, then the other two were our parents.

"Harry, Max, we want you to let go. We'll hold him off for only a minute. You two head for the Portkey, you understand?" Dad said.

We nodded.

"Take my body back, will you? Take my body back. For my father." It was Cedric. "I will always love you, Max. Never forget that."

I started to cry a little. Then, my mother spoke up. "Let go. You two are ready. Let go. Let go!" We let go and ran over to Cedric.

"Accio!" Harry shouted.

The cup came to us and we ended up back where we started. Only this time, my boyfriend was dead.

When we came back, everyone cheered for us. I started to break down in tears. Harry started crying, too. I was clutching onto Cedric. I didn't want to let go of him. He was mine, all mine, and now, he was gone.

Dumbledore came to us and tried pulling us off of him. I was screaming at him. "No!"

"What happened?" he asked us.

"He's back. Voldemort's back. Cedric, he asked us to bring his body back." Harry started crying. "I couldn't leave him. Max wouldn't have wanted that. I did it for her, for their love."

"It's alright, you two," he said calmly.

Amos Diggory saw what was going on and cried over his dead son. I didn't blame him. But I was upset when Moody pulled me off of him.

"Let's go," he said. He basically dragged Harry and I back to his office. He let us sit down while he went to the back.

"You okay?" Harry asked me. I nodded.

Moody came back and looked at us. "You saw him? The Dark Lord?" We just looked at him. Then he started shaking. He ran back to the back of his office. "What about the graveyard?"

Harry gave him a weird look. "We didn't say anything about a graveyard," Harry informed him.

"Harry..." I started. "I think it was him." Harry looked at me confused. I turned to face Moody. "It was you, Professor. You put our names in the Goblet of Fire. You bewitched Krum. It was you all this time."

He smirked. "Took you long enough. Of course it was me."

"Why?" Harry asked. "Why did you do it?"

"Because the Dark Lord wanted you two to fall into his trap, and I was the one to push you right into it."

Suddenly, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape came in. They held Moody down and poured something in his mouth. Snape took his bottle that he always drank out of and sniffed it. "Polyjuice Potion."

"Moody was the one who was stealing from your cabinet," Harry pointed out.

Moody's face changed into someone else. They rolled his sleeve up and noticed that he had the Dark Mark on him. The cut that Wormtail made into our skin looked exactly like his mark. Moody was still changing and we finally figured out that he wasn't who we all thought he was.

He was really Barty Crouch Jr.

"Well, if it isn't the famous Potter twins. How long it's been since I've wanted to hurt you so bad, Maxine." He lunged towards me and pushed me into the back room and locked the door.

"Max!" I heard Harry scream from the other side of the door.

"Maxine Potter. How lovely it is to finally meet you."

"Get off of me!" I yelled.

"This is what I've been wanting all year." He slammed me against the wall and I let out a cry of discomfort. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "Since Lucius Malfoy can't control you, then maybe I can teach you a few lessons myself."

Then, the door flew open.

"Stupefy!" Dumbledore shouted, which made me fall back against a bunch of boxes. Harry was about to lunge for the Death Eater when Dumbledore pushed him away. "No. Go to your sister. We can handle him."

So Harry helped me up as I held onto him tightly. "Shh, Max, it's okay," he whispered.

"He's back," Barty Crouch Jr. said. "Lord Voldemort has returned."

*******

I woke up that night, screaming and crying. I dreamt about Cedric dying again. The memory was too painful. I just couldn't believe that he was actually gone.

"Max! Max, wake up!" I woke up to see Hermione on my bed. I kept on crying as she pulled me in for a hug. She took me out of the dorms and got Ginny to go get Harry. Hermione just rubbed my shoulder as I kept on crying and waited for my brother.

Once he came, he pulled me into his arms. "It's okay," he whispered as I cried in his chest. He led me to the couch and pulled me closer as I cried more. "It was just a dream."

"No, it wasn't. It was real."

Harry knew what I was talking about. "I'm sorry."

"I know, Harry," I replied. "I know."

After an hour of crying, I finally fell asleep.

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A/N: Here it is. The second to the last chapter of Two Times the Flame. So sad. But more Drax.

Again, Barty Crouch Jr. does NOT want Max in a sexual way. I know it seemed confusing, but while I did think he was creepy, making him a pedo would've been weird and gross, (which I realize that now when I went back and tweaked a few things).

So yeah comment, vote, and yup.

-A