Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Barty Crouch Jr. smirked as he gazed down on his dead father, whose lifeless eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. An expression of horror was etched upon the man's face as he lay splayed on the ground. There was no visible evidence of how the man had died, which would tell everyone how it had happened: The Killing Curse. Beside his father lay Winky, their house-elf. However, she wasn't dead. No, Barty wouldn't kill her. She had been his friend when he was younger and had taken care of him. She was just stunned.
He had done it. He had finally done it. He was free! His smirk grew as he turned and walked swiftly away from his dead father and stunned house elf without guilt.
Just as he was about to Apparate away from the house, an idea popped into his mad mind. His father used to be Minister of Magic and is still, or was, high in the Ministry. He would have a lot of valuable artifacts and if Barty was going to travel to find his Lord, he would need money.
Swiftly turning around, the Death Eater walked into his late father's dwelling. He looked disgusted as he gazed at the plain room. Where in the world were the artifacts? He yanked the drawers of his father's dresser open and rummaged through them, throwing the clothes behind him and cringing as he touched them.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Where would he keep them?
Barty continued to search the entire room. He threw the blankets off the bed, practically destroyed the closet, and smashed the muggle television. He took all of the pillow cases off the pillows and froze as something fell to the ground: His father's wand. The smirk reappeared on his face and he picked up the wand excitedly, whispering "Revelio."
A light shone brightly on an area of the wall and a silver door appeared. His excitement grew stronger in his stomach as he tripped over things on his way to the door. His hand touched the doorknob and an electric shock went through his body. He pulled back quickly and stared in amazement as a name was scrawled across the door.
Bartemius Matthew Crouch, Junior
Access Granted
The silver door gave a click and the sound echoed off the walls as it opened on its own accord.
"Stupid father," he muttered, staring at the room in front of him in amazement. Dozens of shelves had priceless artifacts sitting on them along with many different books. A desk was in the center of the room where his father would read.
His excitement grew as he ran towards the artifacts. He didn't even recognize most of the things in the room and they bored him horribly. Some things were of interest, though. There was an assortment of books on ancient rituals as well as the supplies to preform them. His favorite was the obviously cursed knives. He pocketed those.
He shoved what looked to be a Golden Tea set off the shelf and they fell to the floor and shattered. Barty didn't care though; he left it. His eyes were focused on something else. Hung on the wall behind where the cups had been was what looked to be a silver necklace. Upon closer inspection, he nearly choked. Not a necklace! A Time Turner! A silver Time Turner! There was only one in all existence, rumored to be made by Merlin himself and it did much more than a normal Time Turner. Supposedly, it could send you years in the past or the future. You could actually change events with this one, creating an Alternate Reality. His father had it here in this room the whole time!
His long, slender fingers reached out and carefully plucked the device from it spot. The chain was cool to the touch and it shone in the light. Barty stared in amazement, running his long fingers over the design on it.
"I could do anything with this," Barty whispered heinously, "I could save my Lord from the Potter-brat. I could kill the Potter-brat. I could go into the future and find out if my Lord was ever resurrected and how to do it."
The last option sounded best to Barty Crouch Jr.
"How does it work?" he wondered out loud, straining his memory before it clicked. He happily turned the dial forward a bunch of times, not counting, and felt his feet leave the ground. Everything started replaying in front of him slowly, getting faster and faster. Everything started to go so quickly that Barty had no idea what was happening; it was all zipping before him at speeds too fast for his eyes to see.
And then it finally stopped, after what seemed like hours. He felt his feet touch land smoothly and he looked up. He was in the same room, with the same artifacts. Only, these were covered in dust.
"Looks like nobody's found this room," He whispered happily, using his father's wand to cast a disillusionment charm over himself and open the door, "Now to find out where I am and what's happened since my time…."