When Harry arrived at the school with Cedric cheers immediately rang out but he didn't care all he cared about was making sure that Cedric got to Madame Pomphrey before he died. Dumbledore reached for Cedric and tried to pry him from Harry's grasp to no avail. "Don't touch him!" Harry shrieked, "Just get Madame Pomphrey…just get Madame Pomphrey." He chanted over and over while rocking back and forth with Cedric in his arms. Dumbledore obeyed and once Madame Pomphrey had come she started talking to Harry and healing Cedric enough to be able to move him to the Hospital Wing safely.

Once Madame Pomphrey conjured a stretcher and levitated Cedric onto it with Harry's permission everyone watched as the fourteen-year-old boy collapsed. Hermione and Ron had already arrived at their fallen friend's side and Ron was propping him up gently while Hermione held his face in her hands and whispered to Ron; they nodded at each other and got to their feet with Ron holding their best friend. "Why don't you just put him on a stretcher, dears?" asked Madame Pomphrey, though she already knew the answer; she asked for the sake of the Headmaster who was curious but would not ask.

"Harry heals faster with human contact, the closer the relationship you have with him the faster he heals." Hermione stated matter-of-factly, but quietly. "I see, well then that's fine, now follow me." The two Gryffindors followed the Medi-Witch to the Hospital Wing and laid their friend on one of the beds and enlarged it to fit three people and they climbed in on either side of their friend and held him in their arms like they had so many times before.

A big black grim-like dog trotted in followed by a brown eyed man with brown graying hair, the dog transformed into a man with black hair and blue eyes that were usually sparkling with mischief, now however they were not. "How is he?" The brown haired man asked. "He's fine for the most part, Remus, I think he's just had a rough night." Remus nodded at Hermione and pulled a chair up next to the bed that the three Gryffindors were on. Remus, Ron, and Hermione looked at Sirius and then looked at each other, then Remus said, "Come on Padfoot, lay down with your godson." Sirius turned back into the grim-like dog and jumped on the bed with the three Gryffindors and snuggled at the end of the bed by their feet, the other three people awake laughed at his antics.

Madame Pomphrey had just finished healing Cedric, who was waking up when the Headmaster walked in and asked how everyone was doing. Cedric sat up slowly and just stared at the crazy old coot like he was even more mad than he thought, while the four people – well three people and a dog – gathered around Harry glared at him and glanced significantly at Harry. Padfoot growled at Dumbledore then looked back at the green eyed boy on the bed and whined pitifully.

"How is he?" Dumbledore asked quietly, everyone else looked at each other then back at Dumbledore as Madame Pomphrey answered him. "He will be fine Albus. He just needs rest." As soon as she finished speaking a quiet groan was heard by everyone and they turned as one to the small figure on the bed held between the two taller members of the Golden Trio. Harry slowly opened his eyes and quietly groaned again, green eyes filled with haziness as he quietly asked what was going on. "Oh Harry." Hermione sighed and hugged him closer for a second before loosening her hold so as not to hurt him. "You came back with Cedric and you wouldn't let anyone touch him 'cept Madame Pomphrey and once she got him out of your hands and onto a stretcher you passed out, mate." Ron said. Harry looked between his best friends and gave them both an understanding look as awareness returned to his eyes.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and broke the quiet moment between the Golden Trio by asking the question that was on everyone's mind but they did not dare ask. "Harry, my boy, I'm afraid I must ask you what happened tonight that you came back with Mr. Diggory in the state he was in?" and the state you where in…was left unsaid but it hung heavily in the air as if it had been. Remus, Ron, Hermione, Cedric, Madame Pomphrey, and even Padfoot glared at Dumbledore in his own special doggy way, but Harry just glanced at the Headmaster, sighed, and began his tale. He told them of how he and Cedric ended up in the graveyard, of Voldemort's rebirth, of the Death Eaters, and then he told them a slightly modified version of his escape, at the end all were speechless but only one person there believed the modified version of his escape.

Once Dumbledore left the Hospital Wing everyone became more relaxed and Harry gave a sigh of relief and snuggled closer into the warmth that his friends were giving off, but unfortunately for him this resulted in everyone's attention turning to him. Hermione was the first to speak, asking the question on all of their minds. "So what really happened?" Harry sighed again; his friends really were too perceptive for their own good. Almost as if reading his mind Hermione quipped, "No we just know you too well."

Harry sighed once again and asked if they had already set up the silencing wards, they had and so he began his tale once again but this time he left nothing out. None of them questioned the nickname the Dark Lord had uttered, but they all knew it was part of a puzzle, a puzzle named Harry James Potter or better known amongst them as Jasmine Rose Potter-Black. Cedric started at Harry and thought of who the boy really was, he was really Jasmine, their Jamie, his Jazz, Ron's Snidget(1), Hermione's Jay, Remus' Cub, Sirius' Pup, and the twins' Princess. She was Prongslet their little marauderette, their little minx, their troublesome Imp, and she was everyone's sweet heart. His reverie was interrupted by Ron asking, "Jamie, why were you freaking out when you brought Cedric back? I mean you were rocking back and forth with him in your arms and you yelled at Dumbledore for trying to touch him."

Everyone held their breath and stared at Harry who was morphing into Jasmine before their eyes, once she was done she sighed and looked at them with pain filled eyes and said, "He was dying…and I could feel it and…and…" she couldn't finish before she burst into tears. Cedric stared helplessly as the others tried their best to comfort the crying girl, but they decided that the best way to calm her down was to bring her to him, so he took her into his arms as she cried silently into his chest.

The next day Harry went to Moody's office and found him packing his things. Harry stared at him for a few minutes before breaking the silence. "I know who you really are, you know." Moody looked up at him and said, "Oh really, then who am I?" Harry stared at him then said bluntly, "You're Barty Crouch Jr." Moody had his wand in Harry's face before he could even blink, asking in a deadly calm voice, "How long have you known?" Harry laughed inside, Barty actually thought he could intimidate him, on the outside however he just stared at Barty calmly and once again bluntly answered, "Since we found your father in the Forbidden Forest."

"Well then, what will you do about it?" Barty demanded. "Nothing." Harry replied. "What do you mean 'nothing'?" Barty demanded the boy was seriously confusing him with his blunt yet cryptic answers. "Exactly that Barty dear, I'm going to do absolutely nothing about you pretending to be Moody so you could send me to ole Voldie for the ritual to get his body back. But the real question, Barty dear, is what will you do?" Harry asked. "What do you mean?" Moody/Barty asked he had lowered his wand and was now starring at the boy in confusion; Harry sighed and said as if talking to a child, "I won't tell Dumbledore who you are but in turn you will do something for me…" he trailed off smiling evilly. "What would that be, Jasmine?" he asked hoping to get at least a surprised look from the Metamorphmagus, Harry just laughed and explained that he had expected Tom to inform Barty of his true identity. "Now, what I want you to do is release Moody and let me talk to him."

Moody/Barty stared at the boy in shock; he wanted to talk to Moody? Why the hell would he want to do that, what did he hope to accomplish? What the hell was he planning? Harry laughed softly and quipped, "Not planning, Barty dear, plotting." Barty stared at the boy as if he was absolutely mad, but then he thought, 'how the hell does he do that?' "Lots of practice." Harry stated bluntly, "I've learned from the best. Now where is Moody, Barty?" Barty stared at the boy then he walked over to his trunk- well Moody's trunk, the one with seven locks- he stuck in the first key, and opened it. It contained a mass of spellbooks. He closed the trunk again, put in the second key and opened the trunk again. The spellbooks had vanished; this time it contained an assortment of broken Sneakoscopes, some parchment and quills, and what looked like a silvery Invisibility Cloak. The process continued until he reached the seventh lock and the real Moody, Barty and Harry climbed into the trunk and quickly walked over to the real Mad-Eye Moody.

Moody looked up to see his capture and Harry Potter coming towards him. "'ello Moody!" Harry said cheerfully, "How have you been?" Moody stared at the boy as if he were mad. "What kind of question is that Potter?" he demanded. "Okay no need to be so grumpy, anyway enough of that it's time to get to why I'm actually talking to you. The truth is I need your help…"

The last few days of school went by quickly and soon enough the Golden Trio plus one were saying goodbye to their friends from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Cedric, Hermione, and Ron watched as their little sister walked around as herself for once instead of as Harry Potter, she said goodbye to Viktor Krum and talked to him before he left to say goodbye to Hermione. Jasmine walked over to Fluer and Gabrielle Delacour and began speaking with them in French she then hugged them, kissed them each on the cheek, and said goodbye to them as well.

When the four friends got back on the Hogwarts Express they parted ways, Cedric going to see his friends in his year along with his girlfriend Cho Chang, while the Gold Trio went to sit in their regular compartment, they were soon joined by Fred and George who asked if they would like to play a game of exploding snap which Harry and Ron immediately agreed to while Hermione just shook her head and buried her nose in a book.

Before Harry left for the Dursley's he pulled Fred and George aside and handed him the winnings Cedric and he had earned from the Triwizard Tournament.

"What is—"

"—this, Princess?" they asked.

"That is my and Cedric's winnings from the Tournament, we want you to have it." He said seriously. "We couldn't possibly—"

"Take this—"

"Princess." They declared firmly. "Yes you can and you will." Harry said just as firmly, "Cedric and I don't want it and we know how much you two want to start your joke shop, besides we'll all need a few laughs; there's a war coming and we all know where we stand, it's going to be difficult so just take the money, start inventing, get yourself that shop, and just have fun." He finished with a smile the twins stared at him and said. "As you wish, Princess." Harry smiled again and said, "Just don't tell your mum where you got it…although she might not be so keen for you to join the Ministry anymore, come to think of it…" Harry turned around and started walking forward but looked back at them with a grin on his face and said, "Oh and by the way…I need you to do me, and everyone else in the world, a favor — buy Ron some new dress robes." And with those last words the twins watched as their Princess walked off to his/her own personal hell.

(1)Snidget – The Golden Snidget is an extremely rare, protected species of bird. Completely round, with a very long, thin beak and glistening, jewel-like red eyes, the Golden Snidget is an extremely fast flier that can change direction with uncanny speed and skill ,owing to the rotational joints of its wings. The Golden Snidget's feathers and eyes are so highly prized that it was at one time in danger of being hunted to extinction by wizards. The danger was recognized in time and the species protected, the most notable factor being the substitution of the Golden Snitch for the Snidget in the game of Quidditch. Snidget sanctuaries exist worldwide. – Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander.

Well there's chapter three! I'm currently working on chapter four— enter Tommy boy! My God, I love Tom…he's just so much fun to write. Anyway R&R!

Ta!

—Dragon-Rose-07