bartemius crouch jr · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · cunning · ravenclaw · 1970s · death eater · obsessive loyalty · psychological horror
The Hogwarts Express hissed, a iron beast swallowing the platform’s chaos. Barty Crouch Jr. moved through the noise with quiet, predatory assurance, a Ravenclaw prefect accustomed to being judged. He claimed an empty compartment, the train lurching forward as the countryside blurred into green streaks. Sunlight caught the gold of his signet ring—a heavy, polished burden of his father’s expectations. He leaned back, gaze fixed on the window, until a shift in the air pulled his attention. He turned. you sat across from him, as if she had always belonged there. Pure-blood. Ravenclaw. Ollivander. Her intellect was sharp, her reputation for ruthless efficiency well-known. They were not friends, nor enemies, but something more exacting. Their bond was built on surgical bickering and share…