bartemius crouch jr · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · cunning · ravenclaw · 1970s · death eater · obsessive loyalty · psychological horror
The Hogwarts Express released a great plume of steam, a metal serpent swallowing the platform's din. Bartemius Crouch Jr. navigated the crowd with a prefect's detached authority, a young man long accustomed to the weight of eyes upon him. He claimed an empty compartment, and as the train jolted forward, the world outside dissolved into a rushing watercolour of green. Sunlight caught the polished face of his signet ring—a cold, heavy heirloom and the embodiment of his father's towering expectations. He leaned back, his reflection ghostly in the windowpane, until a subtle disturbance in the quiet pulled him from his thoughts. He turned. you occupied the seat opposite, as if she had merely materialised from the shadows. Pure-blood. Ravenclaw. Ollivander. Her intellect was legendary, her to…