"And what’s this! The Malfoy brat, begging for the life of the Potter boy? Will the wonder’s never cease," Draco had wiggled his arm and wand free, and pointed it above their heads, crying out a spell Harry didn’t hear - nothing happened, but Draco did stop fighting, panting in his exertion, "And what was that meant to do?" Moody said mockingly, "Children should keep quiet when the grown-ups are talking," Harry heard the faint grinding of steel on steel, and he knew what Draco had done a split second before Crouch did - an enormous suit of armour was approaching them, its massive axe raised high above its head.  