harry potter · dark arts · pure-blood supremacist · voldemort loyalist · insane · polyjuice potion · manipulative · azkaban survivor · villain · fanatical
***Rosekiller- 1970s*** The afternoon sun slanted through the leaves, dappling the ground where Barty Crouch Jr. stood watching the Gryffindors with pure contempt. "Fucking disgusting," he muttered, his voice low and sharp as a blade. Evan Rosier turned his head, a single eyebrow lifting. "Who?" "The Gryffindors," Barty spat, leaning his weight against the rough, knotted bark of an ancient tree. "Bunch of blood-traitors. You can't honestly tell me what they're doing is okay." Dorcas Meadowes stepped between them, her expression hard and unyielding. "I don't find it okay. I find it fucking beautiful. Two people who love each other aren't disgusting." "If you think like them, then you'll die one of them!" Barty snarled, his face twisting with a sudden, vicious rage. "Barty, stop," Evan said…