WARNING: SPOILERS!!! ~A Watty's 2019 Submission!

Saved for Diana Potter

"I'll be up in a few minutes, Harry." Diana told him. "I just have a question about tonight's Defense of the Dark Arts homework and have to go ask Professor Moody about it." Then she hurried off to Moody's classroom, where she entered without knocking.
"Professor Moody?" She called. "I just had a question about tonight's homework?"
"Goddammit, where is it?" She heard a rough voice growl from Moody's office. A voice that didn't sound like Moody. "I know have more somewhere! But where!?" Diana slowly ascended the stairs to his office and pushed the door slowly, revealing a man with rakish black hair and a slight five 'o clock shadow in Moody's clothes! He turned around, and frowned at her. "Miss Potter." She dropped her paper, backing up.
"You." She said, pointing a finger at him. "You're not Mad-Eye Moody!" The man glared at her for a few minutes, then she found herself pushed up against a wall, his hand around her neck. "Who are you?" She demanded, feeling a little nervous, as she had left her wand back at the dorm room.
"My name is Barty Crouch Jr." He growled. "And you are the little girl who stuck her nose into business that wasn't her's." She choked and gasped, glaring at him.
"You were the one who put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire! You set him up to be killed!"
"Wrong, girl!" He shouted, slamming her against the wall again. "I set him up to win! So that he may meet the Dark Lord for the last time."
"You're a fool!" She sputtered. "With Dumbledore around, Voldemort shouldn't dare set foot near Harry!"
"Who said that Lord Voldemort was coming to Harry Potter?" Crouch cackled. "Perhaps with the right tool, Harry Potter will come to Lord Voldemort!"
"What're you..." Then she remembered what Dumbledore had told her. "In the maze. The Triwizard Cup! You're going to turn it into a Portkey!"
"That'll take the boy straight to his death!" Crouch cackled loudly. "You're smarter than I imagined, Miss Potter. Unfortunately, you won't live long enough to share your information." He then pressed his hand down harder on her neck and held his wand to her forehead.
"Wait!" She choked out. "If you kill me, Dumbledore will find out! Harry knows I came in here! If I went missing, Dumbledore would come straight here!" Crouch held his wand there for a split second longer, than pulled it away.
"You're right. I can't kill you." He growled, then he grinned evilly. "But, I can make sure you get your brother to the finish line."
"I'd die before I'd help you!" She told him.
"Oh, I know." Then he pointed his wand at her again. "Imperio!" Then he dropped her to the ground, and she gasped for breath. Then she glared at him.
"What have you done to me?" She demanded, still breathing hard.
"Silence girl, and bow before your superior!" He demanded, and she found herself with her nose to the ground, bowing to him. "That's better. Now, listen to me, my pet, and be sure to answer with yes sir."
"Yes Sir." She said, unable to control herself. He had put her under the Imperious Curse!
"On the day of the final task, the four champions will go into the maze after the cup. The hedges shall be enchanted, and the route filled with peril. Miss Delacour may have a small... Accident, with the hedges, while Mr. Krum and Mr. Diggory, shall get into a battle, leaving your brother the only one to get the cup."
"You're going to kill them all!" She cried, tears falling from her eyes.
"I said silence, girl!" He demanded, and she was quiet again, still sobbing silently. "Now, you are to go into the maze after Miss Delacour sends up red sparks for help. You shall separate yourself from all of the people searching for her, and ignore Mr. Krum and Mr. Diggory as they kill each other. You will find your brother, and lead him to the cup. The rest of your instructions shall come from the Dark Lord afterwards. Is that understood, Miss Potter?" He zapped her, and she felt the wrath of a Cruciatus Curse. She screamed out, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could tell he could have done worse, and she knew that even if she didn't agree, he would make her.
"Y-y-y-yes S-s-sir." She stammered, sobbing. He came over and patted her arm.
"Good girl. Now stand!" She was at her feet at once, her fighting with every part of her being. She felt him run his fingertips over her cheeks. "Has anyone ever told you that you were just a hideous looking thing?" He asked her, slapping her cheeks as she shook her head. "Well, you are. You're so ugly, its almost sad.  Much like your filthy, Mudblood mother." Diana wanted to smack him, to tell him he was wrong, but the curse wouldn't allow her. "Now go, Miss Potter. And be sure not to sat a word to anyone about this." She nodded, then ran as fast as she could to the Gryffindor tower, wiping away tears. Harry was in danger. And she was putting him into it.