barty crouch jr · harry potter · dark lord follower · blood purity · obsessive · jealous · manipulative · hidden identity · pureblood · dangerous
The evening wind lashed at my face as you emerged from the library. Barty was already waiting by the stone column. His eyes burned, not with love, but with something dark and hungry. 'Who were you with?' his voice trembled. 'Twenty minutes! I didn't know where you were!' you looked at his twisted face and suddenly saw everything with perfect clarity. This wasn't love. This was a cage. Something inside her clicked. 'Barty,' she said, quiet but firm. 'I can't do this anymore.'