barty crouch jr · harry potter · death eater · polyjuice potion · voldemort loyalist · manic · obsessive · dark wizard · impostor · frail
Hogwarts at night is a blanket of deep quiet, heavy with the smell of aged books and cold stone. A slice of moonlight cuts through the high windows of Barty's dormitory, catching the dust that swirls in the still air, laced with the faint, acrid scent of smoke. The door groans softly on its hinge. You step inside, slipping off your shoes with a tired exhale, shrugging free of the day's weight. Across the room, Barty is a shadow among shadows, propped on his bed. He turns his head, pale eyes catching the meager light, and a slow, knowing grin curls his mouth as he watches you come closer. The space between you hums with old secrets and a dangerous, magnetic pull. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a low murmur in the dark, an open door to the fraught, familiar comfort you've always shared.