COUP ďÉtat

The new Head of the House of Crouch

"Do you really condone killing of an innocent man Cassiopeia? Afterall, he hasn't done anything wrong yet. Can't we do something else?" Sirius asked.

Afterall, he had never been one for violence. Even if he was the more unhinged brother and if truly considered, the more ruthless one, he tried to distance himself from that side of his and didn't want to lose his battle now. He knew that his daughter from future was a dark lady and was bound to be coldblooded, but as a father, it was his duty to make sure that his daughter know the meaning of humanity, even if a little bit.

"If you really want that then I will come up with something and killing him the last alternative, but remember, I am a dark lady in my lifeline and Cassiopeia will become a dark lady in this timeline. Even if you don't like it. Yes, you may try to instill empathy and kindness in her, but do not push her to follow your ideals that she is left to choose between her duties and her calling as a Champion of magic. Do not put her in that place. I understand your dilemma. Many of us do. Even without compulsions, bindings, potions and manipulations we had lot of problem in accepting our dark side. Afterall, we had been fighting against it all our lives." Said the Dark Lady.

Hermione stepped forward and placed a hand on top Sirius's and said- "What she says is the truth. I still remember berating myself for falling in the lure of dark magic even though I knew that I was not wrong. Do not hesitate to embrace your darkness. It is a part of who you are. But yes, do not let yourself go in it. I still believe that Dumbledore might have been a good man before he let himself being taken over by his darkness. You would be right to teach your daughter the meaning of kindness. But more appropriate would be teaching her the meaning of justice. So no innocent is punished and no criminal is left free. I shall leave you my journal which has the problems and my solutions to my dilemma. It should help you."

"Thank you. I will remember both of advice. And make sure it is her who makes the choice of how far her kindness goes. Now, decide what would you do to the piece of shit called Barty Crouch Sr." Sirius looked at both in gratitude.

Cassiopeia nodded at him and then turned to Hermione with a small grateful smile.

"Ok. We need to think something else. Tell me Barty, do you have your Heir ring?" Cassiopeia asked.

"No, why?"

She smirked and said- "Well then, you will just have to Gringotts and then let magic run its course. Here's what you have to do."

The wizarding world was in a state of celebration at the defeat of the dark lord. People were ecstatic. The legend of the 'Girl who lived' was making its way among the crowds. Albus Dumbledore had announced the death of The Dark Lord by the hands of Lillith Potter. Everyone was sad about the death of the Potters but, well, sacrifices had to be made for the good. In a day or two, the ministry was expected to make a move to apprehend the standing death eaters.

Barty Crouch Jr. strode into the wizarding bank with purpose. He could even begin to imagine the amount of anguish that dipshit 'cough' father 'cough' would feel at what he was about to do and he was feeling positively euphoric about it.

He had with difficulty reached the bank. The streets of the Diagon Alley was full of merry people celebrating. Rabastan was accompanying him along with Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy and the Dark Lady herself. Cassiopeia had insisted they accompany the couple, for they could act quite Gryffindorishly for a Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Cassiopeia went up to a teller and stated- "Merry meet, Master Goblin. May your gold ever grow and the blood of your enemies flow at your feet."