A/N: This is the second to last chapter. ;( I plan on posting the last one tomorrow and starting the sequel on Monday. Sequel will be a crossover with PJO and HP along with Ava. Hope y'all like it! Thank you to my two new followers. I feel loved!

Cheers broke out as soon as Ava and Harry stumbled to the ground at Dumbledore's feet. Harry got up and limped over to Cedric's dead body and flung himself over his friend as if to protect him. Suddenly, a girl screamed. The happiness and joy in the room quickly turned to dread and terror as the witches and wizards realized what had happened. Ava, too tired to get up, crawled over to Harry just as he said,

"He's back. Voldemort's back. He killed Cedric and almost us. I couldn't leave him there. Not with him."

"It's okay. It's not your fault Harry. Nor yours, Ava," Dumbledore said as he quickly looked over at her. In all of the panic, no one but Ava noticed Moody go up to Harry and drag him off of the Quidditch field and into the school.

"Professor, I'm going after them," Ava said to Dumbledore before getting up on her lead-like feet and taking off after Harry and Moody. Ava tracked them to the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom and barged in.

"Hello Miss Crowley. Can I help you?" Professor Moody asked calmly. Harry shook his head violently from behind him.

"No. But I can help you," Ava retorted before shouting, "Stupefy!" Professor Moody collapsed into a chair just as Snape, Dumbledore, and McGonagall rushed into the room, wand ready.

"Well done Miss Crowley. Well done," Dumbledore praised as he signaled for Snape to pour a potion down the stunned professor's throat. "Now, if you could, can you please take yourself and Mr. Potter up to the Infirmary to get checked?" Ava nodded and gently led Harry out of the room and up the stairs to the infirmary.

"What just happened?" Harry asked in puzzlement.

"Long story short, Moody was actually Barty Crouch Jr. who Voldemort sent to help raise him. Barty has the real Moody inside that trunk in his classroom. Also, he's the one who turned the cup into the Portkey and made it easy for you to win," Ava said without turning to look at him.

"But how do you kno..."

"I'm from the future, remember? I read all about what happens to you way before I came here. Also, Moody really didn't sneak you off of the Quidditch field as quietly as he could," Ava said as they reached the infirmary. "Ah. Here we go. Let's get you all better."

"Ava," Harry said quietly. "Thank you so much for everything."

"I really didn't do anything. You did everything remember?" Ava said calmly as she helped Harry onto one of the beds.

"But you got hit multiple times with that torture curse and saved me from Moody...no...Barty," Harry insisted just as Ava's legs gave way beneath her. "Ava!" he shouted as Dumbledore appeared out of nowhere and caught her.

"Sorry professor," Ava said sleepily as she way laid on the bed next to Harry. "I should have saved Cedric and helped Harry."

"Don't be Miss Crowley. You did exactly what I thought you would when I brought you here. You helped Harry get away from Voldemort and helped take care of Barty Crouch Jr. I should be thanking you," Dumbledore said as Ava fell asleep in a curtain of pain and sorrow.

After what she was told was two days, Ava woke up alone in the Infirmary with Madam Pomfrey, the school's nurse, hovering over her.

"You gave us quiet a scare, Miss Crowley," Madam Pomfrey said as she helped Ava sit up in bed. "How are you feeling?"

"A ton better thanks," Ava replied before swinging her legs off of the bed and stood up. "Is it alright if I leave?"

"Of course dear. Just be careful. If you feel anything unusual, come straight back." Ava nodded her head before walking out of the Infirmary and to the Great Hall. Like the first time she got to Hogwarts, the second she stepped inside the Great Hall, the room fell silent.