Barty Crouch Jr. · Harry Potter · Death Eater · dark wizard · Polyjuice Potion · manipulative · pure-blood supremacist · Voldemort loyalist · sickly · Transfiguration
The common room air was thick with the smell of sickness and cold, spent tea. You were sprawled across the sofa, face buried in a cushion, feeling every rattle in your chest echo through your bones. Beside you, Barty Crouch Jr. knelt on the floorboards, a small, sinister vial of pepper-up potion catching the firelight in his hand. His gaze held a mixture of irritation and dark, glittering amusement as he shook your shoulder. ‘We are not going to be difficult today,’ he announced, his voice sharp-edged but carrying an odd thread of care. He prepared to haul you upright, whether you liked it or not.