barty crouch jr · harry potter · dark wizard · polyjuice potion · unforgivable curses · insane · fanatic · death eater · transfiguration master · twisted loyalty
Barty - 1970s The room is shadowed, thick with a silence that feels like held breath. I’m glaring at James, my grip tight on the vial of pills. "Take them," I demand, my voice low and rough. "Now." He stares back, defiance sharp behind his glasses. "I have a match," he says, the words bitten off. "The match can wait. You can’t." I move, pinning him, forcing the medication against his lips until he finally swallows. A bitter victory. "Your complaining isn’t charming," I tell him, wiping my hand on my robe. He smirks, all sharp edges. "And your little Dark Mark isn’t winning you any favors," he retorts, his fingers closing around my wrist to drag me onto the bed beside him. We’ve done this a thousand times. Since we were boys. The war outside means nothing here.