#mrs crouch

[forced-conforming]

roadkill moodboard #4: Mrs. Crouch

"Yale believes you're taking a gap year in Italy," she said. Her voice was muffled, but it sounded light. "Italy, huh?" Barty pressed his forehead against the cold metal and squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh, the neighbors are quite jealous, actually. A year in the Italian Alps to 'find yourself'... isn't that wonderful and exciting?" "Sounds like a dream, Mom." Because it's not true. "Oh, it truly is! It’s exactly the kind of extravagance people expect from my boy." Barty was sure he could hear the smile in her voice through the thick door. His mother had been much younger than his father when they got married and had Barty. When he was still a kid, she used to be his best friend. He remembered her being young and beautiful, and Barty had been so proud to have inherited her pretty blue eyes, her blond hair and her freckles too.

On her brighter days, she brought a record player and her favorite vinyls — Judy, Ella or Billie, which she loved and Barty hated, but he wouldn't tell her, because that too would only make her cry, and Barty didn't want to deal with any more of that more than necessary. On her darker days, she brought Gin and cigarettes. She would cry then, but not the miserable, weeping kind, she would yell and scream about how unfair her life was, how lonely she was in the big house upstairs and how his father was fucking younger, prettier girls behind her back. Barty just sat on the floor, his back leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette and listening to her go on and on about her misery and it made him feel like being a child again, but at least this time he had nicotine and alcohol now to numb his own senses.

from roadkill chapter 9

[xiinyuee]

what if Mrs Crouch got pregnant again?

I always thought if mr crouch got the perfect son it’ll make barty jr more unstable. seeing his father proud of his younger brother; his star whilst he’s the failure

[morsmortish]

Hello, beth. I have once again made my way into your ask box to ask for your thoughts on Barty's relationship with his mother. You teased it in the past, and I wanna know more. This highly intrigues me, because people rarely talk about it. At least, to my knowledge.

i’m gonna be thattttt person and say. let’s consider freud. no wait don’t run away let me explain–

i genuinely think the concept of barty having an oedipal complex towards his mother is so so so interesting. he resents his father so much but maybe that’s because he wants to BE him, he wants his mother in THAT way and it’s part of what turns him into the person he becomes. oh and i’m also fascinated by the very fact that he becomes her in canon. he literally wears her skin. i don’t think there is anything more intimate and more disturbing than actually becoming another person and if we genuinely look at it from a psychoanalytical perspective it’s just. oh my goodness.

i also think mrs crouch herself could be made so much more interesting. i think her being a rather one dimensional, sniffly pushover with an excess of maternal care is boringggggg. give her some agency but make it evil – emotional incest with her own son. MAYBE EVEN PHYSICAL INCEST IF YOU WANT TO GO THAT FAR. he literally takes over her body, is anything too far?

[mywifeisaworm]

Headcanon

Barty's mum was young.

Anne was young when she got pregnant, too young, some said, when she met Bartemius Crouch. But he was well educated, proper, and shared her love for photography.

The marriage between Anne Fawley and Barty Crouch, later dubbed Senior as to not be confused with his son, was one of the fastest upper class wizarding society had seen.

He loved Anne more than life itself and promised to care for her and her boy as if he were his own. Bartemius kept his promise.

But as the years went by, he found it hard to live with the lie. Hard to look at the boy he knew wasn't his. So he delved into work. Earn, provide, and elevate himself while he was at it.

And when everything was at its darkest, dark forces demanding him to be ruthless, make the impossible sacrifices, he would sometimes look at that photo he took of them, summer of 1963.

Back when he was still full of promises.

Illustration from evan rosier and the unbearable weight of his own decisions

[box-of-paperclips]

ALSO the reason i dubbed them the star quartet (i love that you just went along with it no questions asked 😂) is because:

1) marlene's name means "star of the sea"

2) esther's name means star

3) alphard is the name of the brightest star in the constellation hydra

4) dedalus and the shooting stars obviously lol

like it was literally meant to be??? they were destined to be besties

OHHHHHH okay yeah i was thinking like marlene and dedalus are off with the shooting stars, alphard’s name, and esther i figured she was just there… BUT YOU’RE A GENIUS THEY LINE UP SO NICELY, WE COOKED!!! 

there’s also something VERY delicious about dedalus being the only one without the direct star name… he can conjure up shooting stars and remember them but the three that really matter have left him behind… 

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Basilisk

@wolfstarmicrofic September 13, word count 671

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Remus and Regulus checked the property for enchantments but found nothing to difficult to disable.  Regulus donned the invisibility cloak and they silently entered the house. 

Barty Crouch Sr. had already left for the ministry, so at least they didn’t have him to deal with either. Sirius, Remus and Marcus lifted their noses and all inhaled deeply. The three wolves glanced at each other, silently confirming the presence of a Horcrux. Sirius nodded at James, sensing that Regulus was beside him, so he'd see the movement too. It was time to hunt down the last Horcrux.

The small group crept up the stairs. The werewolves kept up their sniffing. Sirius could tell Barty Crouch was in the second room to the right of the stairs. He had to work hard not to gag on the scent of that awful cologne the man wore. Regulus’s head appeared, bobbing in the air beside the door. Sirius nodded towards the door, Regulus took a deep, steadying breath and fully vanished again. The door creaked open and Regulus began to groan. 

“Bartemius, Bartemius!” He moaned mournfully. “Bartemius!”

“What, what?!” The startled man's voice croaked. Sirius could imagine the man sitting straight up in his bed trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. 

“Bartemius Crouch!” Regulus roared, the lights in the house flickering. Barty screamed.

“Reg? Reg is that you?” Came his strained, reedy voice. 

“Yes, it is I. Barty, I have come to warn you,” Regulus rattled some chains he’d conjured. Little shit, Sirius rolled his eyes. He’d be so against using chains and now there he was being all dramatic, Sirius was so proud. 

“War-warn me?” Barty stammered. Sirius could smell the fear radiating from that room as Regulus continued tormenting Barty. Remus nudged him, and they spilt up, searching for the cup. 

It was definitely on the upper floor, the scent had been faint when they came in and had only got stronger the higher up the stairs they climbed. The only issue was pinpointing it to a room. 

The scent was growing fainter again. Marcus opened a door at the far end of the hall and jumped back. 

“There’s a woman in there!” He sent across their mental link and showed them the image in his mind. A woman with the same nose and mousy hair that Barty had was sleeping peacefully in a huge bed, covered in heavy white sheets and pillows. She looked pinched with illness. 

“Leave her,” Remus ordered through the link. “The Horcrux is back the other way.”

“If you do not mend your ways, Bartemius, you will be doomed to wander for all eternity, never finding rest, just like me!” Regulus rattled the chains again and flickered the lights. Sirius heard a thud and through the slit in the doorway, he saw Barty on his knees, his hands clasped in front of him as he begged Regulus to spare him. “That is out of my hands Barty. I am just here to warn you. The rest is up to you,” The cup! It was there on Barty’s desk. 

“Reg, please, what can I do?” Barty pleaded. Sirius didn’t know how to signal to Regulus where the cup was, but then the cup vanished. He blinked, making sure he wasn't missing it. Regulus had picked up the cup and hidden it under the cloak. 

“Repent your vicious ways, Bartemius, only then will you begin to clear yourself for the afterlife.” Regulus took a few loud footsteps towards the opposite wall. “Goodbye Barty,” He moaned sadly, shaking his chains. “Be better than I was…” His voice quieter as he trailed off. Barty sobbed on the floor, his head in his hands. 

Sirius felt something brush against him and Regulus’s smirking face reappeared along with his hand, firmly grasping Hufflepuffs cup.

“Let’s go stab this thing with the Basilisk fang before he notices it’s gone,” Regulus whispered, and just as silently as they entered they fled the Crouch family home. One step closer to ending the war. 

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[reachingformyknife]

I feel like we don't talk enough about Barty Crouch Jr's mother, Mrs Crouch.

I think, she was a great woman, just like Effie Potter.

My headcanon is that her name is Angelina and she is Italian

Does someone else has headcanons about her?

[tremblingdolll]

I wish people cared like the crouch family lore like they did with black family’s lore.