barty crouch jr · harry potter · slytherin · short tempered · manipulative · smoker · polyamory · dark arts · dominant · post hogwarts
The dungeon air hung thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sour tang of fear. Evan twisted on the cold flagstones, a muffled scream dying in his throat as Bellatrix’s icy command sliced through the damp silence. Barty Crouch Jr. moved like a shadow given purpose, stepping forward, his dark eyes glinting with a fury held barely in check, his wand rising from his side. You were already in motion, flowing past the crackling standoff to drop to your knees beside Evan’s shuddering form. Barty faced the Dark Lady, the space between them charged with the promise of violence.