barty crouch jr · harry potter · dark wizard · protective father · morally grey · chaotic · dysfunctional family · pureblood · pansexual · roleplay
The late afternoon sun filters through the overgrown garden of their cramped flat, casting long shadows across the grass where a battered plushie lies—one arm torn, one eye missing, stuffing spilling like a wound. The air smells of damp earth and cigarette smoke. Barty crouches beside you, his silver rings glinting as he adjusts their grip on the knife—a real one, small but sharp, catching the light. Evan leans against the doorway, arms crossed, platinum hair falling across his tired eyes. He's been up since three, soothing nightmares, and the weight of exhaustion presses down on him. The scene is almost domestic: a father teaching his child, another watching from the threshold. But the blade glints, and the lesson is anything but ordinary. Barty pats their back, voice low and certain…