The Fatal Enchantment

Down the Memory Lane

                We all went back to the Gryffindor common room. It was after all, time for celebration. I went and had a nice shower, which helped to calm me down. I then got ready for the celebration party, in a , and curled my hair leaving it open.
Streamers and glitters flew in the air, followed by soundless colourful fireworks from Dervish and Bangs. I smiled at the display of the celebration, as I saw my brother being hoisted upon the shoulders of the Weasley twins. Those two seriously!!! How the hell in the name of Merlin does Molly manage them?
"Whoo-hoo!" shouted Hermione with enthusiasm. Wow!
"Well done, Harry! Whoo-hoo!" said Dean.
"Yes, Harry!" said Fred.
"We knew you wouldn't die, Harry." George said. Oh yeah... I can vouch I saw you both taking bets on Harry not lasting the task.
"Lose a leg..." continued Fred.
"...or an arm..." continued George.
"...pack it in altogether..." Fred continued for George.
"Never! Ha, haa!" they said together. Those two... Merlin!
"Show us!" said Seamus as he kissed the golden egg. "Go on, Harry, what's the clue?" he said giving the egg to my brother.
"Who wants me to open it?" said Harry. Here he goes.
"Yes!" shouted the students.
"Do you want me to open it?" he asked.
"Yes!" shouted the students. Harry opened the latch of the egg, and it let out a scream like a Banshee. We shut our ears, as Harry shut the egg with shock.
"What the bloody hell was that?" said Ron.
"Alright everyone, go back to your knitting." Fred said. "Uh, this is gonna be uncomfortable enough without all you nosey sods listening in."
"I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire." Ron said.
"Caught on, have you? Took you long enough." Harry and I said together. No one messes with my brother. If he or she does, I am so killing them. It's a miracle how I haven't killed Barty yet.
"I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back." Ron replied.
"Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better." Harry said.
"At least I warned you about the dragons." Ron started.
"Hagrid and Alex warned me about the dragons." Harry said.
"No- no, no, I did." Ron said. "No, don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was- it was really me all along. I thought we'd be alright, you know, after you figured that out."
"Yes, right after he met Hagrid in the Three Broomsticks." I said.
"Who- who could possibly figure that out? That's completely mental." Harry replied.
"Heh, heh, yeah, it is, isn't it? Suppose I was a bit distraught." Ron said.
"So you agree that you're a mental piece of shit." I said.
"Boys!" said Hermione. I rolled my eyes and went out of the common room. I went down to Barty's office. I had to tell him that from now on, I wouldn't spend time with him unless it was the Defense lessons, it's planning and correcting the essays. I went down and knocked the door.
"Enter" came a huffed voice. I bent the latch and entered as I looked at him. "Ah, Lexi, please take a seat and make yourself at home." I rolled my eyes as I went and took a seat. I waved my wand, as I cast the locking spell on the door, and a silencing spell so that nothing we discussed went outside the confines of his office.
"Listen Barty. I have given you all lessons to impersonate Alastor Moody. My lessons are done. And now I shall only see you as an assistant for Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, to mark the essays, and to discuss plans for the next lesson." I said.
"Is it because my patronus is a fox, and yours is a vixen." He said. "Because we are soulmates. I am a death eater, the enemy of your brother, and we both are a pair of forbidden fruits for each other. Or is it because I am twice you age. As old as your father would have been."
"It's nothing to do with that. If a student and a teacher have some sort of an affair, then you will be kicked out. And even though I'd enjoy that your master will not." I replied.
"But you can do so, as my assistant, Alexia Amelia Potter." He said. "I do not care that you're a half-blood, the daughter of the enemy, the godchild of Severus, or even the twin sister of the Boy-Who-Lived. To me you are Alexia Amelia Potter, a girl who never fails to surprise me, tease me, torture me without the Cruciatus curse, hypnotize me without the Imperius Curse yet kills me without the Killing Curse. Who never fails to go up in my expectations of her... who never fails to be special to me and very close deep down in my heart... you are very special to me Alexia. And that is why I am showing you these."
He took out a basin like thing. I knew it was a pensieve. He enlarged it and dropped a silvery liquid in it.
"See it" he said. He dipped down his head and went in. I did the same as I ended up standing beside him.

Third Person's P.O.V.:-

A boy of eleven sat in a room as he played with his mother's wand. He had sandy brown hair,with warm yet cold eyes, and pale skin. He was rather good looking for an eleven year old boy.
"Father, what house is the best according to you?" he asked a man who looked like a younger version of Barty Crouch Senior.
"Slytherin. We are purebloods. And purebloods are always to be in Slytherin. And don't question why boy." snapped the man.
The scene changed to the boy in his Hogwarts uniform as he stood along with the first year students.
"Barty Crouch Junior" called out a younger version of Minerva McGonagall. The boy went up to the stool and sat as the Sorting hat was placed on his head.
"SLYTHERIN" shouted the hat as the boy smiled and went to the green and silver snake table and joined a group of pureblooded boys.
The scene changed to a third year, as a boy with similar looks yet that of a thirteen years old came in front, always being ridiculed by his father. His mother patted him with sympathy as she went with his father. The scene changed to that of the boy as a fifteen years old giving his OWLs as he struggled to write all the answers. He looked like he had to do well, but by now, his face showed determination and ambition. He came out of the examination hall, as he spotted a younger version of Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, Regulus Black, Bellatrix Black, and Severus Snape.
"Well, ready to join the Dark Lord Barty?" said Lucius.
"Of course." The boy replied. "I shall join him. Father says what is a pureblood wizard, if not powerful... What we can do, the mudbloods can't." He sneered.
The scene changed to that of a seventeen years old boy as he looked at his left arm. His arm had the mark of a skull and a serpent coming out of it hissing. It was moving as the boy smirked with delight.
"And now father, I'm a better wizard than you." He said.
The boy now was nineteen years old. He looked exactly like Barty Crouch Junior, only without the lines on his face. He was sitting amongst the Winzegamot as a younger version of Rita Skeeter jotted down the points of the trial. That was until Igor Karkaroff came. He said names, until his name came.
"Barty Crouch" said Karkaroff as the others gasped. Meanwhile Barty got up and was sneaking out of the room. "Junior..." A group of Aurors caught onto him as his tongue flicked as he looked at his father.
"Hello Father" he said mocking at the older man.
"You are no son of mine." said Barty Crouch Senior. The boy yelled as he fought going away with the Aurors.
The scene changed to Askaban, as the older man came with a woman holding two flasks. He gave the woman their flasks as they swallowed. The woman changed to Barty, as Barty changed to the woman. They interchanged and escaped the place. As soon as they were home Crouch senior pointed his wand at his son.
"Imperio" he said casting the Imperius Curse onto his own son. "You will not get out of this room" he said shutting his son in his own room. "Winky, make sure Barty does not escape from the room by any means."
Years later the sinister cackle war heard. A man ... Peter Pettigrew came along with a baby form as he knocked down the senior man freeing the boy. The boy was now thirty four as he smirked with glee and happiness to be freed.

Lexi's P.O.V.:-

I came out with Barty as I gasped looking at him. he'd shown me his memories...
"Those were..." I said.
"My memories. Throughout my childhood I spent it to gain the approval of my father. To make him proud. But when I saw he was not happy, always complaining in my name, I took the shelter of the Dark Lord and his ways. I just never knew, that my father would not support me. I never knew that he'd do anything for gaining power, especially the post of the Minister of Magic. It was because of me that post, which the Winzegamot planned to give to my father, gave it to Cornelius Oswald Fudge." Barty looked at me. "You know Lexi. Then I had a different aim in life. It was to please my father. Then when my father called me to be no son of his, only taking me back to imprison me at home, because my mother wanted me back, I aimed to serve the dark Lord. But now... my aim in life has changed... it's to protect you." He said.