"Come on son, that’s right," he faltered, nearly falling, but the arm around him caught him and tugged him ever onwards, "There we go, come on... to the hospital wing," he knew who that was. He knew what happened next. With an effort, he was able to look up to see the face of Alastor "Mad-Eye’ Moody above him. Except no, this wasn’t Moody - the realisation curdled as new dread in his stomach. This was Barty Crouch Junior. He was paralysed for a moment by indecision - what should he do? Elois Mintumble and her fate kept rolling around in his head but, hadn’t he already changed the course of history? Was it already too late?