Bartycrouch Stories

"O amor sempre foi um peso que o arrastava para o fundo. Até James Potter - a primeira vez em que afogar-se pareceu liberdade." ideias: 21/09/25 início: 17/10/25 final: __/__/__

Bartemiusz Crouch jest dokładnie takim synem, jakiego pragnie każdy ojciec. Ambitnym, lubianym, odnoszącym sukcesy w nauce. Jest również dokładnie takim synem, jakiego kocha każda matka. Troskliwym, uśmiechniętym, zadbanym. Jest więc dokładnie tym, kogo on sam nienawidzi.

Bartemius Crouch Jr. Un giovanissimo e spietato Mangiamorte che si è follemente innamorato di Lord Voldemort, l'uomo sbagliato. Bellatrix Black in Lestrange. Una sensuale e spietata Mangiamorte che si è follemente innamorata di Lord Voldemort, l'uomo giusto. Due modi diversi ma speculari di vivere e di godere della sudditanza al Signore Oscuro.

We are in the 1970s. 13-year-old Katarina Rose suddenly moves to England to live with her grandmother and go to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A war is brewing and Katarina needs to decide which side she's on. Will she choose the side that her friends and beloved has chosen or will she choose the other side and protect humanity...

ALL SHIPS IN THIS WERE PICKED WITH A WHEEL OF NAMES Pls send requests BoyxBoy GirlxGirl Age gaps Oc's that's part of a different story of mine

Regulus Black, the introverted and reserved boy falls in love with the outgoing and extroverted James Potter with the help of his friends Dorcas Meadows,Lily Evans and Remus Lupin. P.S. there is also some wolfstar in here!!

This will be full of Marauders Headcanons and they will mostly be Wolfstar, Rosekiller and maybe some Jegulus.

starchaser/jegulus AU AU: Hogwarts is a new and popular bar in London. When Barty drags a very hesitant Regulus there one night, he is almost certain he will hate it. That is until he sees James Potter, the devastatingly beautiful bartender that he can't seem to take his eyes off of. **not my art**

Some head cannons of the lovely gay wizards of the 70's

HELLO PEOPLE IM A NEW WRITER AND IM 13 SO IF I WRITE SOMETHING WRONG PLS CORRECT ME 🙂 THIS STORY IS ABOUT HOW CAROLINE FORBES IS ACTUALLY REGULUS BLACK AKA REGINA BLACK

This is a fanfic of the marauders time at hogwarts, it follows remus prospective and what he feels and thinks as he faces the angst of the years Please enjoy ;) I won't be writing war but there will be a mass amount of angst I'm sorry, but it's worth it for the story and there is alot of wolfstar fluff and even hints of jegulas to balence it out I promise. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO JK ROWLING

Excerpt: ~Always remember one thing: the family of blood is the one that gives us life and raises us, but it doesn't necessarily have to coincide with the family we choose. You can find a family in anything; even without blood ties, you can have such a special relationship with someone that you consider them your point of reference, as if they were a relative. People like us don't associate the word "family" with love or affection, because that's not what we were taught; for us, the word "family" is tied to duty and loyalty. But is that really how it should be? Sometimes I think that what we truly want in life is to find a new family that teaches us what love is-a place we want to belong to, not a place we are obligated to belong to.~ A fanfiction about the Marauders, told from Sirius Black's point of view.

What happens when the Ministry's most progressive idea meets its most dangerous prisoner? Jasiah Mordaunt thought he'd seen it all at St. Mungo's-until his unorthodox methods got him reassigned to the wizarding world's worst job: rehabilitating prisoners in Azkaban. His first patient? Barty Crouch Junior, the man who impersonated Mad-Eye Moody, bewitched the Goblet of Fire, and delivered Harry Potter to Voldemort on a silver platter. The Ministry calls it rehabilitation. The Aurors call it naive. Barty calls it a game. This isn't therapy. This is psychological warfare. From their first session, Barty makes one thing clear: he knows every trick in the therapeutic playbook. He graduated top of his class. He fooled Albus Dumbledore for ten months. And he won't fall for standard Mind Healer tactics. But Jasiah has secrets of his own. Banished from St. Mungo's for reasons he can't afford to reveal, Jasiah doesn't play by the rules. He brings coffee to a prisoner. He proposes a dangerous game: they take turns asking questions, and both must answer truthfully. What unfolds is an electrifying dance of minds-two brilliant, broken men circling each other in a cold stone room, each trying to unravel the other while protecting their own carefully constructed walls.

What if Regulus Black didn't die? What if he and his best friend Aleyuh Meadows time-traveled into the future to defeat Voldemort? What happens when Aleyuh falls in love with the Dark Lord's son? But who is she really? And what did they originally plan?

There's something everyone is ashamed of. Many times it's the way a certain body part appears and other times it's a family member. The thing I was most ashamed of was how I wasn't enough for my own father, Sirius Black. He had lost me for years, but when the opportunity arose to have me back, he sneered and told me I wasn't enough. For that, I was ashamed of myself. I should have been ashamed about who had actually raised me. I'm not talking about my uncle, who loved me more then anything, but rather my stepfather, the man everyone was hiding from me. He was said to be an evil man, but he loved me, which had to make him at least slightly good. So why would I be ashamed of a man like that? -------------------------------------------------------------- Ivy Hamilton, known to her true friends and family as Ivory Black, had spent the better part of her summer prepping potion ingredients for her uncle, Severus Snape, as punishment for what happened at the end of her third year. However, it's time for Severus to return to Hogwarts and Ivy is heading to spend her last two weeks of summer break with the Malfoys. It was the perfect end to a somewhat boring summer. Or at least it was supposed to be. After the devastating events at the Quidditch World Cup, Ivy is left burned and scarred, with more questions then answers. Heading back to Hogwarts was the last thing she wanted, but there everything seemed right in the world with her friends by her side and her classes preparing her for a life outside the castle walls. At least it did until she laid eye on the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. With the appearance of the Dark Mark and her new professor, Ivy seems to be thrown into a darker world, one her entire family has been trying to hide from her.

"- Pamiętam. - Pamiętasz, Barty? Czy aby na pewno pamiętasz wszystko?" - tied down - barty crouch junior story - january 2019

Being the child of a death eater is hard, especially when the death eater is in Azkaban. However, it's easier when you don't know and instead get raised by an auror.

Non-Canon compliant fic based in the marauders 5th years (slytherin skittles 4th) till after school, little to none angst. Sirius growing to love Jegulus Hope you like it:)

Vienna grew up in a countryside manor without a mother. She was raised by her doting house-elf, and her loving brother. Her father never spoke to her. (this is an AU where Barty Jr becomes a good guy, and someone else frames him for doing the death eater things.) She hid in the shadows, she never spoke, they wanted to know, why? --- Vienna never tried to draw attention to herself, and she never did. Not until fourth year. The year everything went downhill. (Cover made by me on Canva, do not steal! )