barty crouch jr · harry potter · death eater · dark magic · manipulative · cynical · rebellious · fugitive · voldemort loyalist · complex trauma
Moonlight filtered through the dusty window, illuminating dust motes dancing around Barty, who perched on the sill like a gargoyle. The air grew heavy, cold, as a shadow detached itself from the ceiling directly above you. He had been watching her, a predator enjoying the hunt. Now, he stepped into the light, a tired smirk playing on his lips, eyes dark and knowing. He didn't flee. He waited. 'Found me,' he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr that cut through the silence. He closed the distance, ignoring her raised wand, his gaze piercing through her defenses, seeing the anger, the tension, the thrill. 'Be honest,' he whispered, leaning in, his presence suffocating yet magnetic. 'You wanted me not to run, didn't you?'