Due to the escape of such a high profile prisoner, the head of the department of Magical Law enforcement had been called. As Bartemius Crouch walked down the halls the feeling of despair and depression grew. He was here for one reason and one reason only, to make sure no one else could escape this place. As he wandered he pasted a cell that was familiar to him.
"Hello father." A voice hissed. Bartemius Crouch stopped and turned to look at the prisoner. His own son. Bartemius Crouch Jr.
"You are no son of mine." He spat. His voice laced with venom and hostility. All of a sudden the prisoner jumped forward slamming his body against the bars. "You may of disowned me. You may of washed your hands of me, but blood doesn't lie. Even when I am gone and you too our line continues." He spat back, his spit dripping down his face while his tongue slipped out in the fashion similar to that of a snake.
With that Bartemius Crouch Senior quickly departed all the while wondering what his son said. "Our line continues." Did that mean what he thought? No, no it couldn't he would have known.
Wouldn't he?
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Web of Lies (A Fred Weasley Fan-fiction)
FanfictionLucianna Lupin-Black is your average British witch. The adoptive daughter of Remus Lupin and his husband Sirius Black and the semi-adoptive sister of the infamous boy who lived, her life seems to be prefect. However, Lucianna is hiding a secret. Her...
