Cedric bit his lip. Yes, he remembered. That had always seemed odd, come to think of it, but the tales of old Moody's paranoia had kept the suspicion at bay most of the time.

He thought back on his memories of the impostor. Some of the memories were unsettling, yes, but they had been good lessons. But there was more...he remembered one particular memory and puzzled over it.

"He was always there during the tournament. Caught up with you the day you told me about the dragons. Then he told me how to solve the egg puzzle. All that and he was working with the Death Eaters...so...that's how the portkey happened?"

Yes, the pieces were starting to come together. And he didn't like the finished puzzle at all.