The Blood Traitor || Oc x Oc

Barty Crouch's Secret

Harry and Sera knew that they had to tell Professor Dumbledore that there was a killer on the grounds of Hogwarts. But it seemed as though Cornelius Fudge had gotten there, first. They could hear his voice ranting through the closed, wooden doors. 

"— The Tournament must go on, Cornelius. I will not be seen as a coward!" Professor Dumbledore burst out. 

"Excuse me? What did you just say to me?" 

"Pardon me, gentlemen," the voice of Professor Moody interrupted. "But this conversation that we're having is no longer private." 

Before Harry could even knock on the door, it swung open by itself with the help of Professor Moody's wand. Cornelius Fudge's instinct changed at once. 

"Oh, Harry! Seraphina! So wonderful to see you again."

"We can come back later, if you need us to, Professor," Harry inquired politely. 

"Not a problem, Harry," Professor Dumbledore answered brightly. "In fact, the Minister was just about to leave. The two of you can wait here, if you'd like. Oh, and while you're waiting, you two can help yourselves to some Licorice Snaps. But I must warn you, they're a wee bit sharp. I'll be with the two of you shortly." 

Once the three of them were out, Professor Moody closed the door on the duo, locking them in. Sera looked around as Harry went over to the Licorice Snaps bowl.

Professor Dumbledore wasn't kidding when he said that they were a wee bit sharp. But a wee bit seemed to be a bit of an understatement. They bit his knuckles so hard that she was sure that they were going to bleed.

As he tried to catch them, a mysterious door opened, revealing some sort of basin. Sera waited for her brother to stand up before walking over towards the basin. Harry took out his wand and grazed it against the clear surface of water.

Then, quite suddenly, they were both pulled in. Sera was surprised that neither of them drowned. Instead, they were forced into a bench, landing quite heavily.

They looked around. The room looked circular, like a courtroom. And Sera was right. But her brother was more interested in a familiar man in a silvery purple gown.

"Professor?" he asked, amazed.

Professor Dumbledore didn't seem to hear him. Instead, an arm shot through both of their chests. And weirdly enough, they didn't feel anything. And even weirder, they seemed to be invisible to everyone else around them.

Finally, the entire court room went quiet as a prisoner came behind the bars. The hair on the back of Sera's neck stood up at the familiar sight.

"Igor Karkaroff? You've requested to give us some honest answers in order to be released. Do you agree with these terms?"

"I do, sir," Igor Karkaroff answer.

"And the names?"

"There's Rossier. Evan Rossier."

Bartemius Crouch asked for some documents.

"Evan Rossier is dead."

The hopeful look on Igor's face faded. "Oh. I didn't know."

"Do you have any other people that you wish to turn in?"

"What about Augustus Rookwood? He's been a spy and works in the Department of Mysteries, trying to retrieve the Prophecy and giving it to You-Know-Who himself!"

Mr. Crouch stared almost blankly at him. "Very well. We will see orders that he will be arrested. As for now, you will go back to Azkaban until further notice."

But Igor Karkaroff seemed to be desperate to be let out. "Wait! What about Snape? Severus Snape?"

At this, Professor Dumbledore stood up. "Professor Snape was indeed a Death Eater. But he turned from that path long ago. He's no more a Death Eater than I am!"

He sat down. Igor Karkaroff continued pleading until he was interrupted by Barty Crouch.

"Silence! Unless you have any more names, this session is now concluded!"

Silence. Finally, Igor Karkaroff spoke up once again. "Oh no, no, no. Wait. I have one more that I just remembered."

"Yes?" said Mr. Crouch impatiently.

"The name that I'm about to reveal was involved of the torture with the Cruciatus Curse of the Longbottoms and the death of Mr. Aurelius Knightley!"

At this, Sera tensed. She wanted to know who killed Dante Knightley's father. She wanted revenge.

"Give me the name!" Mr. Crouch shrieked impatiently. "Give me the wretched name, you idiot!"

"Barty Crouch —" everyone in the room gasped "— Junior."

A man with sleek, greasy light brown hair and dark eyes had gotten to his feet.

"That's the man from my dreams!" her brother hissed as Sera continued to stare.

The Ministry attacked as Barty Crouch Jr tried to run away. Moody used his wand and he tumbled into a towering stack of important documents. Ministry members grabbed him, forcing him to the front, ignoring his complaints.

"Hello, Father," Jr snarled.

Barty Crouch only stared in disbelief.

"You are no son of mine."