Another fic idea because I'm insane and have no-where else to write down my thoughts.
Barty being taken into an interrogation room as a suspect for the torture (and near death) of his neighbors, Alice and Frank Longbottom.
Because of his father, Bartemius Crouch Senior (a Judge), he's learned many things about lying, and psychology, and manipulation, even if he never wanted too. It wasn't his fault, really, his father just wouldn't stop teaching him these things, and the old fool practically helped him get away with this!
Detectives Sirius Lupin (nee Black) and James Potter stepped into the room, greeting him and introducing themselves. James sat down the closest to him and Sirius sat right in front of him, both of them opening their notes and files. James began the interrogation, and Sirius listened, writing down notes James didn't manage to write down. He had gotten along with Potter, but unfortunately it seemed as though the older Black despised him.
What Sirius didn't know was that his little brother, innocent and shy, the boy who'd "Never do such a thing!!", was his companion in these crimes. He helped Barty plan the time, the date, the who, what, when, where, and why. He'd lay out the blueprint, the words, and Barty would build and make it come true.
Barty wouldn't really mind if they recruited James. Regulus had said that James had that aura about him. He may seem like the Sun, a Golden Retriever, but he was quite the opposite when need be. He could be the night, the black panther if he wanted. Maybe that's why they get along so well.
The interrogation lasted nearly 3 hours, and after no results, both interrogators had left the room, but not before saying, "We're sending in a more professional interrogator after a break."
He leaned forward in the chair (a sign of comfort and display), playing around with his rings and sighing loudly. He nearly couldn't control the smile threatening to bloom onto his face but he pulled himself together, knowing there was a camera currently filming him at this very moment.
So he hung his head in his hands, sighing loudly, shaking his head as if he pitied the neighbors. He didn't, unfortunately.
After 30 minutes, the door re-opened, and Barty went right back to his little innocent act. But right when he looked up at the new and so called 'professional' interrogator, all he saw was an angel. Is this heaven or hell for my sins? He asked himself, not being able to veil the astonished complexion on his face. The interrogator--Mr. Rosier--merely smirked, raising a brow.
"Bartemius Crouch Junior, yes?" He had hummed, and Barty cringed. "Just Barty, Mr. Rosier." He replied with a charming grin. "Well, just Barty, Evan is fine." He had responded, flipping open his notes.
Oh lord was Barty going to fuck this one up. Bad.
I mean, at least Regulus would get him out of this mess!