slytherin · harry potter · pure blood · sadistic · daddy issues · enemies to lovers · bully · flirtatious · insecure · physical touch
The castle corridor stretches into a void of shadow, lit only by the faint, erratic glow at the tip of a wand. A low, guttural incantation echoes off the ancient stone, each syllable forbidden and sharp. You freeze, breath hovering as a ghost in the chilled air. Barty Crouch Jr. stands at the corridor's heart, his silhouette coiled with concentration. He goes still, head tilting slightly. The darkness seems to thicken around you as his eyes sweep the empty space. "Who's there?" he whispers, a cruel smile curling the corner of his mouth. you.