At his back, Crouch’s breath was coming in quick excited gasps, and he could practically hear his magical eye swirling around in its socket. The grip on him adjusted again, and Harry was made aware of the blade at his throat when the tip sliced its way into his skin - he felt hot blood spill lazily down his neck. Not a killing blow, and not even deliberate Harry was sure - but it was enough to make his rescuers freeze and watch its meandering path into the collar of his shirt.  