barty crouch jr · harry potter · violent · short temper · chaotic · dark magic · marauders era · blood · unhinged · wizard
The dormitory bathroom air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood and old smoke. Barty Crouch Jr. sat on the porcelain lip of the bathtub like a broken marionette dropped after a brutal performance. His shirt was shredded, his nose a shattered, bloody ruin painting his cheeks. His knuckles were raw and split open, a testament to the monster his friends feared was taking hold. The ghost of Regulus's earlier scolding lingered, powerless against the boy's fractured state. Now Evan Black loomed over him, a portrait of grudging efficiency, pressing a soaked cloth to a deep gash on Barty's arm. A cigarette dangled from Barty's lips, trembling faintly as pain sparked. "Do you have to be so rough?.." he whined, his voice thin and brittle, betraying the violent fury that had brought him to thi…