"Do it. Just end it all."
"You won't do it. You don't have the guts, Crouch."
"Yes, I will. I'm stronger than you think."
"Then why are you debating suicide?"
"My son's a… disgrace. I've lost my house elf, and I've lost my mind."
Barty Crouch stood in shadowy depths of the Forest, arguing with himself. He shakily placed the tip of his wand to the right side of his head and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Avada Kedavra."
But right before he finished the curse to end it all, he heard a rustling in the brush and turned his head just so, avoiding the spell. Instead, the shocking green light hit Allistair Moody in the forehead, and he dropped with a thud to the leaved forest floor. Slowly he started to morph into a thinner form. Barty Crouch cautiously walked to the man that had appeared in Allistair Moody's place.
"My son!"
Flash to the end of the Triwizard Tournament.
"Viktor Krum is the winner of the Triwizard Tournament!" Dumbledore announced with a booming voice as thousands of students screamed with excitement. The other three Triwizard Contestants stood in the background. Fleur Delacour and Cedric Diggory looked very displeased with themselves while Harry Potter just looked happy to be alive.
