Barty Crouch Jr.

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First Impressions | 1971 | Alecto/Barty

#first impressions #71 #alecto

ms-alectocarrow:

Her father had taken her and Amycus to this pureblood event, it was the last one she would attend before going to school. Alecto couldn’t want to go to Hogwarts, she had read so many things about it, it all seemed so fascinating to her.

“Come on, son, I’ll introduce you to some people” Alfred told Amycus and then glanced at Alecto. “You stay out of trouble” he ordered, his tone cold and menacing. Once the pair was gone, she looked down at her feet and flattened her dress, not sure what to do next. Fortunately she didn’t have to think much since a boy approached to her and she offered him a small smile.

“Hullo” she said. “I’m Alecto, Alecto Carrow” she smiled, holding out her hand. “Is nice to meet you Barty”

He happily shook her hand and sighed looking around at all the adults in the room and how boring they all looked. “Alecto, huh? Cool name. You want to sneak off somewhere?” He asked with a mischievous grin.

First Impressions | 1971 | Alecto/Barty

He was only ten years old, what was he doing at a stupid pureblood party? Sure, it was important to meet people, but he could be flying his broom right now. The evening was stupid, it was just for his parents to keep business good with the other purebloods. Barty sighed as he fidgeted with his tie around his neck.

“Leave it be Bartemius, dear. Mum needs to go speak to Mr. Goyle, why don’t you go talk to that girl over there? You’ll be starting school next year, it’s important you make friends my love.” She said kissing him on the head.

Reluctantly, Barty made his way over to the girl in the nice dress. “Hello…” He said softly, looking at his feet feeling awkward. “I’m Barty, you are?”

@ms-alectocarrow

#first impressions #alecto #71

run-ins; 1973 [OPEN]

charlesmckinnon:

He shook his head, moving to tuck the book under his arm. “No, it isn’t. I just find languages fascinating; I’d like to know as many as I can.” He wasn’t even sure he’d ever get to use all of the languages he wanted to learn, but it still was something he was incredibly invested in.

Barty nodded unimpressed. “Interesting.” He lied. Now, he was at an impasse, unsure what to say next nor what to do. He glanced around at some of the passing students and shrugged. “Well, I better be off…”

#run-ins #73 #charlie

run-ins; 1973 [OPEN]

charlesmckinnon:

Even though he wasn’t sure about the boy, he knew he needed to pass off as respectable at least. Boys with pure families like his ended up running to their parents with everything, and his dad was certainly one that was of importance. Charlie wanted to work somewhere in the law department of the Ministry one day, so if he were to ever be mentioned by the head’s son he wanted it to be on a good note. “Ah, yes,” he said, looking back down at his book. “Aprendiendo español,” he said. “If I said that right, I’m slowly learning.”

Barty didn’t care for other languages. In fact, most of the world spoke English it was one of the most popular languages in the world. No, he had no care to learn Spanish or French or any other language for that matter. He gave a small nod as he moved his eyes from the book to Charlie. “I see… I’m assuming that isn’t an elective class then?”

#run-ins #73 #charlie

Blossoming Broomsticks | 1975 | Aurora&Barty

#blossoming broomsticks #75 #Aurora

auroracarinx:

In her time at Hogwarts, Aurora had found an unlikely hobby in the form of quidditch. She had always been fascinated with it, not with the sport itself but the logistics of it. She had found many books over the past few years that details what was needed to make a broom fly at its best, to hit the bludger just right so it would find its target. But she found that wasn’t all that was neeeded to become a good quidditch player. She had been surprised when she made the Ravenclaw team - pleasantly so.

Ever since she had worked hard to make herself better at the sport. Hours of pouring over books on quidditch had to be coupled with training whenever it was possible. Usually she liked to take to the skies later, when no one was around. That way there was no risk of hurting anyone by accident.

Although today it looked like someone had the same idea. As soon as she entered the stadium she saw someone already in the air, emerald robes billowing in the wind. She was going to leave but the mysterious flyer came down to greet her. It was none other than Bartemius Crouch. She could say quite honestly that she saw no reason to dislike him.

“Sorry, I didn’t think anyone else would be here. I can come back later.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s a pitch big enough for two. Come on up, I’m sure we can work together.” He said with a small smile looking down at her. What were the odds of the two of them meeting up outside of class with no prior arrangements.

Written in the Stars | 1972 | Regulus&Barty

toujoursrab:

Regulus did his best to keep from flinching at the weak spot that Barty hit, but there was a bitter taste left in his mouth. The eleven-year-old knew he would have to deal with comments about his brother and the house he got sorted into last year, how it was the wrong house and how he brought immediate shame upon the family, but hearing it aloud stung more than he wanted to admit. “Good to know you keep up with the gossip.”

Despite Barty’s ignorant comment and general oddness, he couldn’t help but to find him a tad bit interesting. He was someone who knew what he wanted and he refused to settle for less than Slytherin, Regulus could respect that because he was in the same boat. His lips curled into a slight smirk. “All of the houses, save for Slytherin, is crawling with mudbloods and half-bloods. The whole castle is infected.” Which is why he had no problems accepting Barty’s offer, as if surrounding himself with purebloods would fix the muggleborn problem. “I like the way you think.” If he ended up a Slytherin like Regulus planned on being, they would end up as dorm mates. It was in his best interest to strike up a friendship with the other male. ”Friends then?”

Barty smiled with triumph and shrugged. “It’s silly not to be up to date with, not just academic knowledge but social as well. It was er… Quite a stir, when my father found out your brother, was a Gryffindor. Not that my father is a Slytherin loyalist but more to the fact that, a Gryffindor in your family is something new.” He glanced out of the window as the conductor began to pull in the platforms to the train. “Let him not worry you, you’re the rightful Black now.”

He smirked at his comments and shrugged. “Suppose we’ll just have to make do with the best of a bad situation.” His mother would kill him for speaking like this but being friends with a Black was certainly far more powerful than half of his father’s friends. Regulus could help him and in return, Bartemius could help him. “Friends.” He said, extending his hand.

run-ins; 1973 [OPEN]

#GUESS WHO REMEMBERED?#Aurora #75 #blossoming broomsticks

charlesmckinnon:

Crouch, that was certainly a name he recognized. He was sure he’d passed the boy at many occasions, but Charlie had always been more the type to pay attention to older people rather than younger. “Charlie, please,” he said, taking the other boys hand and giving it a firm shake. “Pleasure to meet you as well. Interesting book you’re reading.”

His hand shake was firm indeed, Barty noticed it straight away, the shake of a true gentleman. His eyes lingered on their hands for a moment before glancing back at Charlie. “Charlie, it is.” He glanced at his book and then nodded at the other boy’s selection. “I could say the same to you.”

#run-ins #charlie #73

Blossoming Broomsticks | 1975 | Aurora&Barty

@auroracarinx

Flying. The Oxford Dictionary defines the term as; ‘Moving or able to move through the air with wings.’ Now, that was a muggle definition. The fools, who needed wings when wizards had brooms? No, the broom was the true way to fly. Bartemius had heard rumours about flying without one, but they were only rumours, he thought it not possible.

He dressed in green and silver robes as he made his way down to the pitch to practise. It was close to eight o’clock and he knew most teams wouldn’t be using the pitch so close to curfew. Naturally, a perfect time to fly.

The sun far gone below the rock mountains in the distance and a silver orb beginning to show to light the way onto the grounds. He swung his leg around the Silver Arrow ’73. Barty kicked off and took to the air, the wind kissing his skin.

It wasn’t before too long, he saw someone enter the stadium and stare up at him. He frowned and flew down to them. He soon recognised the face and broke into a grin. “My, my, Miss Parkinson. To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked.

Written in the Stars | 1972 | Regulus&Barty

#written in the stars #regulus #72

toujoursrab:

“We’re the same age and we’re both purebloods, even if my family is above yours.” He added the last part after a pause. “I think your mother would let you live.” Admittedly Regulus didn’t know Mrs. Crouch at all so he was just assuming, but calling someone the same age as you ‘mister’ when you’re only eleven seemed a bit much even by Regulus’ standards. He wasn’t going to be calling any of his peers ‘mister’ or ‘miss’, he would save that for his house elf.

Regulus is pleased by the response coming from his fellow first year although he kept his facial expression neutral. It felt good to know that there was someone else beyond his circle of friends that thought the way he did. “There won’t be any in Slytherin.” He said confidently. “Mudbloods may be welcomed into the school, but not into the house of Salazar Slytherin. That’s where I’m going to be. In Slytherin.” It kind of went without saying, but Regulus wanted to make sure the other knew.

Barty tilted his head when he declared that the Black house was above his own. He felt himself grit his teeth slightly, but he smiled and shrugged. “It matters not, we are pure. They, are not. Although… I can’t say anybody in my house has been a Gryffindor.” Barty retorted.

“You and me alike. If I don’t get Slytherin it’s Ravenclaw otherwise I plain refuse. Gryffindor’s are all up themselves and Hufflepuff? Please, who wants to be a Hufflepuff? It’s probably swimming with Mudbloods. Erugh.” He said pulling a face of disgust. “Well, since we’re both Slytherin bound, perhaps it’s best we stay together, don’t you think?”

Sunsets | 1978 | Alecto&Barty |

ms-alectocarrow:

Alecto also heard the laugh and turned to Mrs. Crouch who was clearly drunk. And then Mr. Crouch approached to her and dragged her out of there. That looked like something her own father would do, only that then her father would apply some sort of punishment.

“Of course… would you like me to interfere?” She offered worried about Barty.

He turned his head and sighed shaking his head. “No, it’s your wedding day. Please, enjoy. This is my family, my issues… If I don’t come back, then please, send my regards to Gus.” He took her hand and gracefully kissed it.

With that, he was gone, his hand on his wand and a desire to kill in his eyes.

#sunsets #78 #alecto

Written in the Stars | 1972 | Regulus&Barty

toujoursrab:

Regulus remained silent as the other male took a seat across from him. The blank look on his face showed that he wasn’t amused by the boy’s odd response to his question. Then again, could he have really expected anything different, the newcomer seemed a bit odd in general.

“Mr. Black?” He snorted, unable to help himself when Bartemius referred to him as Mr. Black. Even at his young age he had been called the name by wizards and witches on various occasions giving his status and the influence of the family he was born into. It was that Bartemius seemed to be about his age and yet he was referring to him as ‘Mr. Black’ that he found amusing. “Regulus, or simply Black, will do.”

Crouch. He recognized the last name and before he could question it the male sitting opposite him began to fill him in. As Bartemius leaned forward in his seat, Regulus leaned back, getting comfortable against the train’s plush cushions. “And by weaker you mean…?” he trailed off, his lips curling into a smirk as he waited for the other to explain what he meant although the eleven-year-old had an idea.

“Regulus it is. My mother would kill me for not dispensing the formalities, you know?” He could tell he wasn’t a fan of being called ‘Mr Black’ yet his mother had insisted to always prefer to people by their surnames and often with the correct title.

Barty smirked in response and glanced out of the window at a muggle couple, wearing muggles clothes seeing off their muggle-born child. His lips curled into a nasty smile and he turned back to face Regulus. “Why, Mudblood’s of course. It’s wrong, isn’t it? That they’re allowed here. Merlin help me if I find one in Slytherin house. That is, of course, the only true house in the school. Wouldn’t you agree?”

tiberius-ogden

[1977] Another Party to the List

tiberius-ogden:

“I’m an Ogden, if I can’t get whiskey what do I have the name for?” he asked raising an eyebrow, he sneaked so many alcohol in Hogwarts that it was easy to just ask the background elves to just provide a bottle of something that had his name on it. “The blonde always likes to sneak out and just get away from her father.” it wasn’t the first time he saw her. He liked to make connections but he was a bloody teen, talking about international trading laws when no one gave a damn about his ideas was dull and snogging international wizards was better.

Barty turned his head to face him and shook his head. “What’s your angle? What do you want from me? Fuck knows you’re being kind to me out of the goodness of your heart. So, what’s your angle? Providing whiskey and telling me about the blonde, what gives?”

#77 #another party #tib

Sunsets | 1978 | Alecto&Barty |

ms-alectocarrow:

Alecto chuckled at what he said, she couldn’t really blame him, most first years were annoying, particulary those she had to tutor. “Well, in any case, it’s better that people think you are a good kid, they would never suspect of you and you can get away with pretty much everything” she said pointedly.

He smirked. “Exactly.”

Barty heard a loud cackle and turned his head to see his mother actually enjoying herself; she was clearly drunk. He inhaled deeply and then spotted his father making his way over to her, grabbing her by the arm, excusing her and then dragging her out of the reception.

His teeth gritted, and his fist balled up into a tight fist. “Excuse me while I murder my father, won’t you?”

#sunsets #alecto #78

Written in the Stars | 1972 | Regulus&Barty

toujoursrab:

Being seen off at the platform by his parents was more of a show and tell thing than an emotional goodbye. His parents cared but they weren’t invested like most parents. Regulus was already expected to be everything that his older brother had failed to be, but still it was easy to see the uncomfortable look of worry on his mother’s face before it became masked mere seconds later.

“You better get Slytherin,” his father spoke into his space between as he pet the top of his son’s head. Regulus was a good son. He wouldn’t disappoint them.

“As if I’d get put anywhere else, father.”

This seemed to put a small tight-lipped smile–well, you couldn’t call it a smile because she never did– on his mother’s face. “Good, and stay away from those mudbloods. Your brother, too. He’s becoming a bad influence.”

It was with those promises alone that Regulus had made it onto the train, pushing through the mess of students to find an empty compartment and hoping that his friends would come find him after they arrived. They had all agreed to meet up so that they could spend their first train ride together instead of with strangers of the wrong sort.

When the door to the compartment fell open, Regulus had been hoping it was someone he knew, only for his eyes to set on the unfamiliar figure in the door way; another first year, if he had to guess. It was confirmed by the following words that fumbled from the other’s mouth.

Regulus had to think on that, biting the inside of his cheek as he observed the other. He didn’t look like a muggle-born, and he supposed if he got annoyed he could always kick him out of the compartment later.

“As long as you’re not muggle-born you can sit wherever you’d like.” The dark-haired boy finally decided, running his fingers through his clean-cut hair. “I’m Regulus Black of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.”

As long as you’re not a muggle-born

The words made him laugh to himself as he took a seat. “No, I’m not. Pureblood. Just like you, I guess? Well, either that or you just hate other muggle-borns which isn’t a bad thing, is it?” He grinned, pushing his hair back to mirror the boy.

So, he was a Black. Of course, he knew the name. Who in the Scared Twnety-Eight didn’t? “Bartemius Crouch Jr. Pleasure is all mine, Mr. Black.” He smirked sitting back comfortably in the cushy red seats on the train.

“Don’t suppose I can say our house is noble. Father is head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Pathetic really, isn’t it? To have such a high position in the Ministry but spend every night working over ways to protect those of the er…” He looked over his shoulder and lent forward. “Weaker, wizards.”

Written in the Stars | 1972 | Regulus&Barty

Hogwarts. The time had finally come to say goodbye to his emotionally and occasionally physical abusive father and depart for the greatness he knew was inside of him. He hugged and kissed his mother at the train platform and formally shook his father’s hand. But finally, he was on board!

The train compartment was a lot narrower than he had expected, he couldn’t see how older students managed, he could only just walk down the hallways without turning to one side. The train smelt like fresh fabric and smoke from the outside. The scents thrilled his nostrils and sent him almost giddy.

He quickly started to notice compartments filling up but managed to duck inside a quiet one with only one student in, a student that seemed to be a first year too. “Sorry, is this okay? I mean, I can sit in here, right?”

@toujoursrab

run-ins; 1973 [OPEN]