Being with Percy Weasley isn't easy, he's uptight, snobby, rude, and he can be self centered at times.
It's also not easy for Y/N Lupin to go from having only an adoptive father, to having at least a dozen people considering her family.
Can Y/N help...
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On May 27 I was dragged towards the forbidden forest by a very horrified looking Harry.
"Harry, words! More words less dragging!" I pleaded, almost tripping over a tree root
"It's Mr. Crouch, something's wrong!" Harry replied, continuing to drag me towards the forest.
When we got the the edge of the forest I was completely shocked and confused, standing there, literally talking at a tree, was Bartemius Crouch Sr.
"Did I tell you Weatherby? My son gained 12 O.W.L.'s! He really is incredible! My wife and I are so proud of him!" Crouch yelled
"Oh my god" I whispered, walking towards him "Mr. Crouch, are you ok?"
He turned his head in my direction, smiling when he saw me.
"Y/N Lupin! You're so grown up now! Have you met my assistant Weatherby?" He asked, I was concerned for his sanity
"Yes, Mr. Crouch, I've met your assistant. He's my boyfriend remember? Is there anything I can help you with? Anything you need?"
His face seemed to change from one of absolute elation, to one of horror and confusion.
"I need to talk to Dumbledore! Immediately! This is all my fault! The dark lord is rising! It's all my fault!" He yelled, drawing attention from other students in the vicinity including Viktor Krum.
Turning to Harry with wide eyes, I tried to remain as calm as humanly possible, I was pretty sure Barty had gone batshit crazy.
"Harry, can you go get Dumbledore please?" I asked
Harry nodded, absolutely horrified by the sight in front of him, and started running towards the castle.
"Viktor, can you help me move Mr. Crouch away from the forest and to somewhere a little safer?" I asked, looking at the the Durmstrang champion, I couldn't possibly move a fully grown, possibly insane, man by myself.
Viktor agreed, helping me to move Barty to sit on the steps of Hagrid's hut before walking away and going about his day.
"Mr. Crouch, someone's gone to get Professor Dumbledore for you, is there anything else you need?" I asked
He'd turned back to rambling on about his son's Hogwarts achievements and how proud he and his wife were of their only child.
"Yes, I need Weatherby..... and a drink." He replied
I nodded, heading into Hagrid's hut to get him a glass of water. I knew Hagrid wouldn't mind, if anything he'd be upset if I didn't help Barty.
While in the middle of getting Crouch his drink, the hut was filled with a bright flash of green causing me to drop the glass in the sink, cutting my hand in the process.
"SHIT!" I whispered under my breath
Wrapping my hand in a rag I found near the sink I ran to the door, only to be met by Alastor Moody standing at the door looking at me oddly, Mr. Crouch was nowhere to be seen.
