Forbidden (Barty Crouch Jr)

12. In The Dark

Chapter Twelve

I herd a door open and close in the distance, and my eyes shot open immediately. I quickly got off my bed and ran over to my bedroom door. I slowly opened my door just enough to stick my head out, so I could have a look down the hallway, to see if anybody was there. It was all clear. I smiled to myself, steeping out of my room.

I crept down the hall as quietly as I could, until I had reached Barty’s room where I stopped. I knock on the door quietly so I wouldn’t draw attention to myself, but yet still loud enough so who was inside could hear.

I could hear shuffling around inside and a moment later, the door opened up revealing Barty who stared at me with a blank expression on his dull face.

“What are you doing here Laylah? We are not aloud to see each other anymore” He said then closed the door in my face.

I stood there shocked for a moment. But the shock soon passed and I started to get angry. Who did he think he was, shutting his door in my face like that? I opened up Barty’s door and went inside. Barty was sitting on his bed; He looked up at me, when he heard me come inside. “Go back to your room” He demanded

“You can not tell me what to do,” I said angrily at him

“I can, and I am. Now go,” He ordered me.

Tears welled up in my eyes “Why are you being like this? Why do you care so much about what my dad thinks?” I asked, as I got upset.

“It’s not just your Dad, It’s the Dark Lord as well, and he already got plans for you and they don’t involve me” Barty informed me

“What plans?” I asked sobbed wiping away a stray tear that leaked down my cheek “What do you mean?”

“Just go back to your room Laylah” Barty sighed looking away from me

Tears came streaming down my face again as I turned around and left Barty’s room. I started heading back to my room, but stopped halfway thinking to myself. I had a better idea, so instead I turned back around headed down the opposite end of the hall.

I headed down the stairs, looking around for my father. I needed to know what Barty meant, what the dark lord had planned for me. Hopefully nothing bad, like using me as bait or something and getting me killed. I walked into the lounge room and found my Father sitting by the fire. He seemed deep in thought, as he stared into the flames.

I approached him slowly, he seemed to have sensed someone there, and he was snapped out of his thoughts. He stared up at me.

“I herd you have been sneaking around, listening in on other people’s conversations” My father said to me in deadly voice, sending chills down my spine.

“It wasn’t like that” I tried to explain

“BE QUIET!” My father yelled getting up from where he stood. I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. My father walked over to me and grabbed me by my arm roughly. He pulled me back towards the stairs and dragged me up and to my room. My father opened my door and shoved me inside roughly.

“You are to stay in here until you are fetched for dinner. If I here you have left your room there will be trouble” He snapped at me “got it!”

I nodded my head, and watched as he closed the door. I could hear his footsteps, as he got further away. I sighed when he was finally gone. I sat down on the floor my back against my door, so no one could get in. I sat there falling deep into my thoughts of what the Dark lord could possible have planned for me. What ever it was it could not be good. Barty didn’t seem too happy about it.

I sighed pulling my knees to my chest and resting my head on them, closing my eyes. A picture of Barty’s face entered my mind. He was smiling at me, telling me that everything was going to be ok. I sighed wishing he were really here. I wanted nothing more for him to hug me, to tell me everything is going to be all right. I wished Barty wasn’t a death eater, or my parents. Life would be so much simpler. Barty and I could be together, without any worries. He would probably be a lot nicer of a person if he weren’t a Deatheater. Like he was with me back at Hogwarts. How I missed those days. I’d give anything to go back. If only I had known whom Barty really was back then. I probably wouldn’t of told him all my secrets, that’s for sure.

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A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts I had lost track of how long I had been sitting there, at least an hour

“Dinner is ready Laylah” The annoying voice of Draco Malfoy came from outside my room. I frowned getting up of the floor and opening my door. Draco stood there with a very smug look on his face.

“What are you so happy about” I asked annoyed at him.

Draco said nothing, he just smirked in my face and turned and left. I growled to myself. I wanted nothing more than to strangle that boy and slap some sense into him. I waited a minute before following him to the dinning room. I took a seat next to my father without looking at him. I did not want to do anything to make him mad again. He could be a very scary man when he wanted to be.

Barty entered the dinning room and sat at the far end. He did not make any eye contact with me. He just kept his eyes on his plate.

“Ok now that we are all here I have some news for you all” The Dark Lord spoke and everyone went silent to listen to what he had to say.

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