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I: Any good ideas?

Good evening, I'm quite excited because this is my first pure HP fanfiction, aka without a crossover in between ... by the way let's face it, I can't write about 'Harry Potter', I can write (or at least I try, I'll make disasters, but I have tons of fun) only about Barty Crouch Jr and who gravitates around him depending on the situation, lol

Disclaimer: the characters belong only to JK Rowling ... and I must be locked inside an asylum for the use I make of them XDD

I: Any good ideas?

September 18, 1979

"Well, well, look who's here, the young Bartemius!" Arthur Weasley greets him cheerfully.

"I don't understand why you have to get excited every time, Mr. Weasley, with all the times my father sends me to you." the boy snorts. "By the way, do you have those documents he asked for?"

Bartemius Crouch Senior treats his son like a handyman, his office and Weasley's are just a short distance away and he could very well go on his own to whom in the end he also considers a person pleasant enough, but he is keen to emphasize his prestige, humiliating at the same time his son.

What Mr. Crouch may not know is that in this way he facilitates his son to find information that may be of fundamental importance to a certain someone.

But the Head of the Department of Applications of Magical Laws must continue not to know this.

Usually the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts is quiet and orderly, but that day does not seem to respect the norm and three little redheads are responsible for that, arranged in descending order.

Arthur notices where the young man's attention has fallen and he rushes to give him explanations.

"Today Molly was busy and ... I am allowed a little break from the rules in many years of work." he winks, giggling. "And thank goodness that at least she kept the twins with her, those little ones look like the children of the devil himself!"

"It's easy to get confused among redheads!" Barty rolls his eyes as he sees him walk away.

"I'll leave you with my crew for a moment, so I'll go get you what you asked for, I'll be right back."

If there's one thing Barty likes less than being in a Ministry of Magic office, it's being in a Ministry of Magic office that's overflowing with whelps.

"My dad does the best job in the world!" The eldest of the brothers breaks the awkward silence after a bunch of seconds.

Barty looks at that Phil or Will or whatever his name is.

He certainly can't say the same thing about his father.

Yet there was a time when, when he was about the age of the child who has just spoken to him, he also thought that his father was the most important person in the world and that when he grew up he would become like him, also yearning only a modicum of consideration from that icy man that never seemed to arrive.

Barty is seventeen now and has been tired of waiting for a long time.

"Ah yes, do you really think so?" the boy asks him, skeptically.

"Of course yes, he always takes home some weird but beautiful things to show us them, like the other night, when he showed us the camera!" says the little boy of almost nine, enthusiastic.